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...
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...
I wouldn't want you to find me
my ears are ringing
louder than my heart was singing
before I lost my senses
somewhere between Tucson and San Antonio
Now my ears are roaring
Is that my blood ?
a little colder than usual
It's so still now
and greenish hungry clouds
elements drawing battle lines
exuding a foreboding miasma
vapor fat with lightning and moving air
threatening a killing wind
I've seen the street lights
flicker and come to life
a little passed middle of the day
the pressure dropping fast
That holds together tight
The mysteries of love
When things never go right -.-
Its understanding unsaid words
Its first putting others concerns
Friendship is a bond
That helps us threw the night
Friendship is a joy
That will never cost a cent
If given from the heart...
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
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
Both of us
Hard for me.
I loved every
When to let go.
That I won't...
carnival of sin
a festival of pain
and a dusty fifth of gin
Watch your step
there is a cleft
of hard knock rocks
and shocks to your left
we should wait
the muses fate
cover the children's eyes
as the shadows rise
to thank the night
It's getting late
books straight off the cuff and I came up with this. I thought it wasn't so bad, so I decided to post it for posterity.
Lifeless life sits on the shelf
where dreams and schemes and knowledge dwell
to provide some respite for ones self
a billion squared of...
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
and you with your gin
We planned to sail around the world
You wanted a boy, I - a girl
Somewhere, somehow - we lost our way
Or perhaps, I was just scared of my feelings
For I had never met one who could
Make my heart beat so wildly
Or cause me to lose my words...
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
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...
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...
When they write
Dis. joint. ed
Random flowery words
Space them like
Like a cluster that is meant to be
They call it poetry
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...
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...
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
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...
When it feels
It may be
Just be an
When it is
It's not an
It is a choice.
There is no
found a heavy piece of wood
and thought as hard as a caveman could
until at last he understood
to him the role of King belonged
He knew he couldn't hesitate
to split every fellow caveman's pate
till on their knees they would await
King Grom the greatest of the great...
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
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...
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...
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
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
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.
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...
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...
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...
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...
it's just stacked lines
sometimes it's banal and trite
I break the academic rules
and write songs to be sung by fools
Maybe I don't suffer enough
to write about tragedy and love
I call it bad poetry
maybe I'm out of touch
there is such a thing as too much subtlety
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
that thing of which we dare not speak
with glorious bound unfettered
the strongest serve the weak
You speak with an altered prayer
at an alter that is not there
You strive and drive the very thing you claim
keeps you alive.
and there but for the grace of I
staring back into your eyes
what exactly brought you here?
It's a wonder how time flies
Have you ever traveled back in time
to the day that you were found?
has it ever crossed your tortured mind
how long you've been around?
Tara are you wondering
if you're really...
barefoot bard with teaks of Chan
given taken held up here
Maddening glazed and galvanized dreams
make for worthless surreal windows
classic hot rod metal screams
like broken swallows when the wind blows
Young and brave treacherous poisoned blood
leaning up against...
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...
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...