When it feels
It may be
Just be an
When it is
It's not an
It is a choice.
There is no
Someone whose integrity is just,
Honesty and truth always is a must,
If these qualities aren't mutual, everything will soon go bust.
Trust is earned over time,
Trust given willingly is just a plain crime,
A great friendship requires both to climb,
Friendships that last...
And I thanked you
For the compliment
But did you not know
That you were complimenting me
On my artistry?
Perhaps you did know
And you admire
Both the mask
And the visage beneath
And love me enough
Until I remove the mask
And show you
What you’ve already seen...
and stretch upward.
Plump, golden, lovely in your simplicity.
You imagine that maybe, possibly...
You just might be beautiful.
You just might be important.
You just might be wanted.
But then, without notice...
You’re cut down.
You're absently trampled...
Clouds gathering in the sky,
Lightning heeds it's warning to the coming storm,
People gathering on the earth,
Searching for answers and truth,
Lies and evil swirling in the wind,
Oceans getting stormy,
Restless souls and hearts that are hardening,
The truth being hidden...
The pages of life
Except breadth and tallow
There lies limbo
For a way of life
That fits inside a triangle
Instead of being square
Limbo wants to fit
No matter the shape
Of your soul
things they said, the THINGS they said!answers I so desperately seekchurn and burn and grind my souloscillating, spinning beyond my mind's controllay me bare, between the beauty and the darkdeeper and deeper and deeper I sinkdissecting and ripping and tearing and screamingmy...
for the lark
He collects from the circle
and takes the walk
He's the fastest
and he has ID.
Soon the circle
will be comfortable
and somewhat blind
and the bottles will empty
and rabbit runs again
Stacked lines on bridge mounts
and graffiti on concrete revetments
What is a word
Without a voice
What is a thought
Without a feeling
I thought I knew
All I needed to
Until I realized
I didn’t know you
The way I want to
The way I dream of
Still here I am
…your next word
This little ambiguity just flopped out of my head and onto the floor...unfortunately, I picked it up and now I'm inflicting it on you poor, unsuspecting folks.
Let me also add, with the deepest apologies to my favorite poet of all time: Dear Robert, I may borrow your rhyme and...
fact that she was given none is what they never mention
I knew a little girl who never spoke a word
She learned early on she simply wasn't heard
I knew a teenage girl who only saw her flaws
At school she kept her head down as she walked down the halls
I knew a young lady who set...
ignorant to this but still knew more than the dead man
Nothing compares to what I've seen
The beauty is surreal
The feeling I felt can only be define as it was and is what it was.
I live as an admirer and hope to be more
As I wish, better than before
Weary and worn out, I don't know where to begin,
The fading sun has left a lonely man with nothing more then a shadow of a grin,
Battered and bruised and often misused,
Forever left in darkness and often abused,
Life has no meaning with nothing to lose,
Time has made its...
all they know is what they have
that being said they will always take what they have
and make rainbows
adults dont have the innocence
they always want more
but what they dont see is the price
for the more that others have
but when the children become adults
When they write
Dis. joint. ed
Random flowery words
Space them like
Like a cluster that is meant to be
They call it poetry
earth and my heart sighs.
The blinding white day was filled with feverish red
activity and nothing was finished.
The navy of midnight embraces the warm golden
arms of you and I find peace.
--Written in 1989
on a cold wet winters day
and I remember places
and loved ones faces
they all seem so far away
I don't really care if your reasoning
tells you that I am strange
cause your red neck ways
won't leave you room
to face the tides of change
It's ignorance and hypocrisy
thunder in her voice.
The warning scream of a panther
as she gives you her command.
Best you heed the warning boys...
Cause, whether Storm or Cat...
You don't want to mess with that girl,
When she looks and sounds like that.
And after you're all wet, shivering and alone and...
I can't remember now if I took it because I thought it would be a "bunny" class or if it was required for my Early Childhood Education degree. Doesn't matter really. It turned out to be very significant.
The professor looked like a biker gnome: short, stocky, long white hair...
soo sad to be soo smart, but always fall for the line
knew it was wrong, but still tried to make it right
so i ended up alone ,needing you every night
the thing that hurts so bad also hurts soo good
my pain was my pleasure n u were the one that understood
and took all my beer
The dishes the CDs,and eight tracks ,I fear
The laptop and flatscreen a mere prolog
To finding you also carried off the dog
You done me wrong you deflated my ego
Was that any way to say,Adios,amigo?
I spent all of thesse days in a semi on the interstate
freedom to my eyes
to touch and hear and see and feel
without fear of fate or compromise
give me this moment to call my own
to give and take to appreciate or ignore
this moment alone is all I ask
and then one moment more.
The clouds are beautiful to me,
The rain that comes from the sky refreshes me,
It is rain and the cool cloudy days that fill me up,
They comfort and soothe me,
Cloudy days give me pause to reflect,
The gray dark days give me solace,
The gray sky is my friend.
She looks down at her weary hands.
They ache from the toils of the day.
For every day they lovingly hold many lives,
Gladly being the hand of love,
The hand of kindness,
The hand of patience,
And the hand of sacrifice.
Grateful to to give...
You hide behind your ego
You say to yourself
I won't invest until she confess
You draw me into your energy
with a pull so powerful and strong
I like it....I want to stay here
I like, because I fancy you my dear
Is it any good? Is it worth reading? Well i will let you all decide that for yourselves. Anyway, here's the poem and i call it:
Sand Castles on the Slope
Sand Castles stand
Tall and erect
Waiting to be seen
By the kid named Dave
Not to be wrecked
By a careless hand
Only, people can only walk in the shallow parts. The parts where she's happy, where she can look you in the eye and smile at you, being happy.
But the brave people, willing to search for the darkest secrets that lie deep beneath the deepest layer of the sea.
She has her...
There once was a girl, so over heels fallen,
For a boy who never in his wildest dreams would ever, ever bail.
She knew by the way he looked to her eyes,
The way that the time seemed to fly by,
Just the way they touched,
The skin of a slight fairy dust,
Held none the less...
it seems a simple thing..
wasn't a Lamborghini, or a condominium...
A first-class trip to Paris, or even a county fair..
and if i were to tell him,
he probably wouldn't understand....
he said I should probably wash it.....
It smells a bit you see,
(and it does)
But it smells...
To whom it may concern.
I LOVE your warm and caring heart...
I LOVE the way you rip and tear mine apart...
~I LOVE YOU~
I LOVE your kind and loving gentle words...
I LOVE the way the harsh ones make me hurt...
~I LOVE YOU~
I LOVE all your honesty and truth...
I LOVE the cold...
We went to the supermarket....we needed two things...
Two innocent objects....but later we cringed.
Who would have thought......that two items together.
Would make people laugh....like the touch of a feather.
She had chafed lips.......and we were cooking a feed.
So off to the...
had nothing in particular to say
he forced his stacked lines
and on occasion some rhymes
nothing in several shades of gray
He spoke of an illusive muse
and a starving white sea
things that never were
and things that used to be.
The word wielding ghost
remembers bouncing checks...
and speeds up as it goes. It doesn’t stop for flailing arms, it drags them to and fro. It takes them through a misty house it leads them to their door. And when they’ve finally fallen out it pulls them in for more. Each time it leaves such awful scars on hopes it cannot hear...
Both of us
Hard for me.
I loved every
When to let go.
That I won't...
emotions all over some page
Emotion's gonna lead me to an early grave
and all I get is a song
just a sound full of feeling....
but writing down feelings
and the sounds they go to
is one of the only things
I know how to do
the other is knowing just how to miss you
and die deep...