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Posted: 6/11/2008 8:03:43 PM | Its alright but I thought poetry was purely about expression, but thats just my opinion which we are all entitled to, cheers bro. Oh I feel the need to add I've been a musician for my whole life not that that matters right? cheers again  | |
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Posted: 7/12/2008 4:13:07 PM | Here are a couple recent ones of mine.
Dedicated to.......
"Turned to Stone"
Since you left my side
no place feels like home
A part of me has died
and turned my heart to stone
All I ever wanted
all I'd ever need
Now has left me haunted
raped my soul to bleed
Others take your place
beside me in my bed
But I only see your face
it's you I want instead
Nothing feels the same
it won't be right again
I'm engulfed by pain
while you're with other men
If I had the strength
I'd end it all today
But I can't bridge the length
that made you run away
I wish I could forget
I ever saw your face
Instead of this regret
that exists in every place
Yet you don't even care
you haven't shed a tear
You just ripped me bare
and left my dying here
Alone is not the worst
of all the hell I face
But rather that I'm cursed
to always see your face
But you ignore my hurt
could you care about me less
To leave me in the dirt
still feeling your caress
As since you left my side
and destroyed me to the bone
All my love has died
& turned my heart to stone
"Ice Queen"
You never think it twice
what you do to me
There's a block of ice
where your heart should be
You say you're after love
but that is just a lie
You'd rather push & shove
than work on you & I
You will never find
what you're looking for
As you are not the kind
to be happy at the core
Damaged yes you are
you take it out on men
You left me with a scar
that time will never mend
You looked me in the eye
said the loving things
Then you said goodbye
that's a hurt that stings
U shouldn't even say
what you never mean
Just throw it all away
your conscience isn't clean
Still I wish you well
why only heaven knows
You made my life a hell
as your laughing shows
But once you come to see
I love u more than most
I finally will be free
just a memory & a ghost
And it will be so nice
when you cannot torture me
'Cause there's a block of ice
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Posted: 7/12/2008 8:41:48 PM | Heres an poem i found on youtube figure i'd post it here, hopefully its alright to do so.
At age 8, your mom buys you an ice cream. You thanked her by dripping it all over your lap.
At age 9, your mom pays for music lessons. You thanked her by never even bothering to practice.
At age 10, your mom drove you all day, from soccer to football to one birthday party after another. You thanked her by jumping out of the car and never looking back.
At age 11, your mom took you and your friends to the movies. You thanked her by asking to sit in a different row.
At age 12, your mom warned you not to watch a certain tv show. You thanked her by waiting until she left the house.
At age 13, your mom suggested a hair cut that was becimming. You thanked her by telling her she had no taste.
At age 14, your mom paid for a month away summer camp. You thanked her by forgetting to write a single letter.
At age 15, your mom came home from work looking for a hug. You thanked her by having your bedroom door locked.
At age 16, your mom taught you how to drive her car. You thanked her by taking it every chance you could.
At age 17, your mom was expecting an important call. You thanked her by being on the phone all night.
At age 18, your mom cried at your high school graduation. You thanked her by staying out partying until dawn.
At age 19, your mom paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus carried your bags. You thanked her by saying goodbye outside the dorm so you wouldn't be embarrassed in front of your friends.
At age 25, your mom helped pay for your wedding, and she cried and told you how deeply she loved you. You thanked her by moving halfway across the country.
At age 50, your mom fell ill and needed you to take care of her. You thanked her by reading about the burden parents become to their children.
And then one day, your mom quietly died. And everything you never did came crashing down like thunder on YOUR HEART.
Titled I Love You Mum.
By: Richelle Suzon! | |
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Posted: 7/24/2008 6:20:50 AM | Thank you for the additions, and keep them coming... I have a new piece to share... enjoy
In the way – be Rene
Flawless failure,
Indifferent confusion,
Tangled weaving about,
An unwilling participant,
Rules anew,
Content to roam,
The paradox unfurls,
Inane,
Nirvana ended... | |
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Posted: 7/26/2008 8:52:33 PM | Your such an good writter i enjoy reading your poetry Studentuvlife!
Heres Another One I Wrote!
~NightMare From Hell~
The night become's so cold and so frighten the voice's in her head she can not control the wind blowing the chimes and making it even more louder than before so frighten she crawl's under her bed and try's to lock out all the sound's and the voice's inside her head but every minute that passes by, she just get's more frighten and more scared.
She hear's loud voices inside her head and children crying and screaming in fear but she can't seem to block out all the sound's so she close's her eye's and trys to sleep but she see's the, kids crying inside her dream with bloody hand's and cut's all over there body she start's to wonder what has happend to them.
She can't seem to move past this part of her dream and she try's even more harder to block them out and just try to sleep but the dream's feel so real that when she open's her eye's she can still see the little kid's, standing over her with razor blade's in there hand's and they start to cut themselve so deep.
She's still not able to wake up and see that it was all just a dream but then it happend's again this time the kid's pull her so far into her dream that she can't escape from the dream she tell's herselve this is just a dream and if i wanted to i could wake up just like that so the kid's tell her please don't leave us you'r all we have and if you, leave were have nothing or nobody else left.
She fight's with all her might and power and she finnaly awake's from the nightmare with chill's running down her spine and she say's to herselve it was all just an terrible nightmare but it's over now and then moment's after that she dozes back off and a few second's letter she hear's these terrible sound's all over again, but this time it's like claw's scrapping against a metal pipe and she start's to get freaked out but this time she can not wake up and she can't outrun what's haunting her in the dream.
She finnaly face's up to the creature who is haunting her and she notice's that he's wearing an green and red stripped xmas sweat shirt and she start's to scream as loud as she can but no one seem's to be able to hear her scream's she's so frighten that she may not make it out of the dream this time alive so she just start's yelling and screaming, but this time he does not take no for an answer so with his glove made out of knives he slash's her open and starts to eat at her skull and then she finnaly find's a way out and she start's kiking and screaming and then the nightmare come's to an end and she awake's with tear's rolling down her her face and her nightshirt all riped into and huge cut's across her chest and body.
By:Heather
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Posted: 7/28/2008 2:38:49 PM | No more white-trashing it
Breaking the chain & smashing it
Not gonna dumb myself down
Too many smart women around
She wasn’t on my level
Just a harlot and a devil
Not evil just cold
An impossible **** to hold
Now that she’s gone
And dust in my eyes
I feel rescued and strong
Battered but wise
Wish I hadn’t kissed her
But I no longer miss her
She kept me hurt and stressin’
But if her leavin’ was the lesson
Then I’ve fully learned
Touch her & get burned
To legs that can’t stay closed
I’m disappointed & opposed
Glad she isn’t mine
Just happy to let it end
As bitterness takes time
I don’t have to spend
If I see her on the street
I’ll just let her pass
Tell her politely & so sweet
To kiss my ****in’ ass
‘Cause she isn’t on my level
Just a harlot and a devil
Sad that I white-trashed it
I broke her hold & smashed it | |
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Posted: 7/28/2008 4:53:38 PM | Edited & revised.....
No more white-trashing it
Breaking the chain & smashing it
Not gonna dumb myself down
Too many smart women around
She wasn’t on my level
Just a harlot and a devil
Vexxing, evil and cold
An impossible **** to hold
But now that she’s gone
And dust in my eyes
I feel rescued and strong
Battered but wise
Wish I hadn’t kissed her
But I no longer miss her
She kept me hurt and stressin’
But if her leavin’ was the lesson
Then I’ve fully learned
Touch her & get burned
To legs that can’t stay closed
I’m disappointed & opposed
Just glad she isn’t mine
I'm happy to let it end
As bitterness takes time
I don’t have to spend
If I see her on the street
I’ll just let her pass
Tell her politely & so sweet
To kiss my ****in’ ass
‘Cause she isn’t on my level
Just a harlot and a devil
So sad that I white-trashed it
I broke her hold & smashed it | |
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Posted: 7/28/2008 9:30:10 PM | | nice write ^^^ and thank you heather please keep the additions coming people... i will try to for some inspiration... until then cheers | |
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Posted: 7/28/2008 9:48:55 PM | you welcome student...my computer has been messing up lately but here's another poem i written.
Here it goes again another cold night another, couple fighting i wonder what happend to their love that was so strong in the start.
I Close my eye's and start to prey please don't let another great couple's realtionship go down the pipes, i hear her yelling from across the hall and see him begging her not to leave.
I wonder what happend to them they was so inlove nothing could ever come between them now all you hear from them, is fighting and hatefull words about eachother.
She tell's him she never meant to fall inlove with him and if she could live that day all over again, she would have never even tooken the chance a tear start's to roll down his face and he try's to be strong and not to cry.
He begs of her just one last chance to proove his love to her and show her how much she truly means to him, but she ignores all his word's and all his feeling's and just walk's away.
I start to wonder even more about the couple and how could they go from being the happiest couple in the world from not being able to look at one another she start's yelling even more louder, that she wishes he would just go away and leave her alone that she was happier without him in her life.
He walk's down the hall still crying inside and outside and thought's keep running through his mind of how could we have ended like this, my one and only true love now you see me on my hand's and knees begging you just one more chance and you just look at me and walk away.
A few day's passes by and she's all alone in the appartment and she hear's there song on the radio and she start's to wonder how in the world could she have gave up the one true, person who has made her happy every sense the first time she laid eye's on him.
She see's him walking down the street with this frown upon his face and she feel's even more guilty and she walk's over there to, see if he's okay and if they could talk he just look's into her eye's and tell's her no just leave me alone please you broke my heart once and if i let you back in you'r just do it all over again.
Now she's the one laying down on her bed everynight with tear's comming out of her eye's and wondering why did she throw away the best year, of her life and the only person who could make her truly happy.
He used to think that he would never get over her and that there would be no one else like her to walk into his life here it is a year later down the road, and he's married to the girl who love's him back as much love he used to have for the one who broke his heart.
He look's out the window and see's the girl who he used to love walking down the road with another guy and she look's so unhappy, and so confused but he start's to smile because he now know's what it feels like to be truly happy and to be truly loved.
He ask his self over and over how could that have happend to two people who was once so inlove and so perfect for one another and in one moment turn around and be separated.
Lover's Quarel | |
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Posted: 7/28/2008 10:20:55 PM | the_write_stuff
You wrote some awsome stuff esp "ice queen" i liked reading that one! | |
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Posted: 7/28/2008 11:21:25 PM | And so it goes...another trip around the sun. The earth it spins on it's journey back to where it's been...another season passes through till we rise into the newness of Spring. The air will buzz with the sound of life; we'll feel the surge in our souls for growth and awakening. Our faithful planet yet again makes it's course around the sun...and we begin again.
Spring | |
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Posted: 7/28/2008 11:59:10 PM | A poem that I compose for my friend, Todd.
i have found MR RIGHT & my ideal Mate... in the form of you.
I am too afraid to open my heart and realize that its not empty anymore bec of you.
I know that now, bec after you left I felt that if you walk away
I let the best thing happen to me slipped away.
For quite sometime, of us talking
I enjoy every minute, every moment of you.
Looking forward to your touch, your kiss
and everything melts me all over.
Now I don't know if you would ever forgive me
I was a fool to see
with your true heart and emotion towards me
with your kiss that sets me a drift
I come to realize that you are the ONE
the one I ever wanted
the one I wish to find
the one who came @ my lap
I do care for you a great deal
its hard for you to believe me
I was miserable, hurt
Crying of losing you
I was a fool to realize it
it was too late
I want to make it up to you
To prove to you my love
that I am worth your love
and happiness
being we are Two peas in a pod
I want another chance, Todd
To go and see where it leads us
Last night we went off on the wrong foot
instead of enjoying each other's touch
And feeling each other's heart beat
For all its worth
I am sorry for what i have said or do
I am sorry for i don't want to lose
what we shared and moments
Oh so true
Todd, please give me another chance
i want you back in my life
i want to feel you close to me
To kiss you and feel your skin next to mine
Please forgive me & let's start a new.
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Posted: 7/29/2008 11:16:32 AM | Thank you, Heather. I have had one book published (Reflections of a Wayward Soul) and have enough work compiled for 19 more anthologies (2,175 poems). I have also finished my first novel and have four others in various stages of completion. I'm really enjoying reading some of the contributions here.
Someone asked me yesterday if I'd ever tried my hand at song writing. I have written a few songs (or attempted to) but just the lyrics as I can't write music. Since I am such a huge Jimmy Buffett fan they've all been written with his style in mind. Here are a few...
Tipsy Gypsy
Fifty some odd years ago
he was a sailor in his prime
Eager to learn the things he didn't know
readin' pirate novels from the five and dime
But time faded like a sunset
and stole his youth away
Now he lives on an island hamlet
where he dreams of yesterday
Chorus:
They call him the tipsy gypsy
as he stumbles from bar to bar
How he longs to trace Orion's face
but his shaky fingers can't reach that far
There's a winter squall brewin' on the sea
and the waves are rollin' in
He harkens back to a time when he was free
though he can barely remember when
Because time faded like a sunset
and brought him here today
Where he lives alone with deep regret
so far removed from yesterday
Chorus:
They call him the tipsy gypsy
as he passes out on the floor
but tonight in his dreams he'll recapture the means
and sail his ship to a distant shore
Bridge:
Once upon a time
he was guilty of the crime
of being a man of the water and a practiced schemer
of loving the sea and his rusty steamer
A shrimpboat captain and a nautical wheeler
he steered his vessel with the trained eye of a blackjack dealer
A jolly old soul who was loved by all
the gypsy pitched his anchor at his final port of call
Chorus:
They called him the tipsy gypsy
as they buried him by the shore
but he'll ride the breeze and pilot the seas
as a part of the old folklore
Ocean Mistress
I've got a room with a view
a window to the world
And out there on the blue
I see the flag's unfurled
The ships are comin' in
from weeks out on the sea
Their masts a'blowin in the wind
but life aint what it seems to be
Chorus:
Water's an angry mistress
and never calm for long
You love her & you hate her
and miss her when she's gone
You search for schools of fish
morning, noon and night
But no matter how you wish
the take is always light
But like fish out of water
sailors can't adjust to land
The ocean's like a daughter
who takes you by the hand
Chorus:
Water's a spoiled child
demanding your attention
You can't always make her happy
no matter your intention
From my room with a view
my window to the world
I remember sailing on that blue
with my flags unfurled
And the water's still my mistress
she sings to me in song
I love her & I hate her
and I've missed her for so long
...missed her for so long.....
(the ocean is my mistress)
...missed her for so long.....
(the ocean is my mistress)
she sings to me in song
(the ocean is my mistress)
The Pirate & The Poet
He was younger than he looked
older than he felt
He took the cards of life
and played what he was dealt
His thoughts upon the page
he told of life in prose
A poet of the people
who wrote the highs & lows
In his younger days
full of piss & vinegar
He was scalywag & pirate
the prodigal saint and sinner
His life upon the sea
and in every port of call
Gave him stories he could tell
that we read or heard with awe
He'd say it's not about the journey
but the destination that you reach
And from our barroom pews
we saw the Pirate preach
Chorus:
He was a pirate & a poet
who lived to write & sail
He had the scars to show it
if you'd buy a pint of ale
He told of ocean storms
and sunken Spanish treasures
but his taste for ale & wenches
were his greatest pleasures
Now his sun was soon to set
his sailing days no more
But he didn't hold regret
as he walked along the shore
With no poems left to write
and nothing left to plunder
He laid pen & sword upon the dock
as he heard the cannon's thunder
He was never seen again
but he's part of island history
Adding to the lore & legend
of a pirate poet's mystery
You think you sometimes see his vessel
when you read a poem that he penned
And you just know he's out there sailing
with his back against the wind
Chorus:
He was a pirate & a poet
who lived to write & sail
He had the scars to show it
if you'd buy a pint of ale
Pardoned Castaway
Wine bottle in my hand
moonlight in my eye
I knew I couldn't stand
but still I had to try
In the evening breeze
stumblin' much as walkin'
In the mango trees
I heard a parrot squawkin'
Tellin' me that I was home
the island was in my soul
The beach I came to comb
would ease my heavy toll
The ship was leavin' soon
but I wasn't at the dock
I was starin' at the moon
Like I used to do the clock
I was a pardoned castaway
I wasn't goin' home
I was tradin' work for play
in the surf and foam
So I sat back down
stared up at the sky
Wearin' starshine for a crown
and a twinkle in my eye
Wine bottle back in hand
I took a longer swallow
I laid down in the sand
and waited for tomorrow
Knowing that I was free
from the daily grind
I'd been adopted by the sea
and left it all behind
So I closed my eyes to dream
about my life ahead
In a paradise so serene
the colors of a sunset
the pirate angels bled
As I fell asleep
smilin' much as talkin'
I took a final peek
the parrot was still squawkin'
and he was sayin'......
I was a pardoned castaway
No more I had to roam
I had found a place to stay
the beach was now my home | |
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Posted: 7/30/2008 11:50:03 AM | I apologize if it seems to others if I am monopolizing the board and I'm aware it may seem that way. Posts are so intermittent here that I just post when I have something new (and not my backlog of accumulated pieces). Here are two new ones written today and I'll slack off on posting for awhile to allow others a chance to share!
It’s going to rain today
I can feel it in my bone
I hope the storm will say
Son, you’re coming home
As I went today
To get the answer
And heard the doctor say
That I have cancer
It was 26 years
To this very day
I cried similar tears
When grandma passed away
So I find it ironic
And even kind of funny
That there’s no cure or tonic
Not even prayers or money
That can save my life
From what’s in store
From the surgeon’s knife
Or eternity’s door
Yet in facing death
As we all surely must
I’ll savor each breath
Until I return to dust
And I will face
Whatever lies ahead
Knowing my Father’s grace
Will temper the dread
So if it rains today
I have peace to the bone
Knowing God will say
Son, welcome home
Wedding Day (Mourning Blood)
Morning blood
Comes raining down
Like a crimson flood
On a wedding gown
The curtain falls
As the day is bled
To streak the walls
So darkly red
The vows exchanged
By groom and bride
Will soon be stained
By rings applied
The flow won’t stop
On bone or finger
It will spill and drop
And always linger
It will cloud the veil
Impairing vision
Leaving a trail
On each decision
The two will make
Throughout their life
It will run and slake
On both man and wife
It will pool and seep
Inside their souls
To make them weep
For the barren holes
On a wedding gown
Like a crimson flood
My tears fell down
Like mourning blood | |
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Posted: 8/6/2008 3:06:16 PM | Did I personally kill this thread (God, I hope not!)? Or are we all just suffering from a collective group case of writer's block? I haven't posted in over a week yet no one else has so here's a few I've written in the interim.....
A Faded Tattoo
Under the skin
The blood runs through
I’m wearing thin
Like an old tattoo
The color fades
The ink runs dull
But my masquerades
You’ve seen them all
The needle went deep
Once upon a time
I thought it would keep
This tattoo of mine
But through the years
The colors bled
They ran like tears
That time has shed
Now on my arm
Once clear and bright
The picture of charm
Is a withered sight
A permanent reminder
Of a temporary feeling
The image is kinder
Than the skin that’s peeling
It flakes and hardens
The older I get
Like weeds in the gardens
Where I come to sit
I could touch it up
With a splash of color
By filling the cup
With a beggar’s dollar
But it’d fade again
In a matter of time
Like grey on the chin
In this beard of mine
As under my skin
The tired runs true
Wearing me thin
Like a faded tattoo
A Smile and a Broom
A glass that breaks
Across the room
Is the first of mistakes
Which require a broom
You can’t avoid the strife
Of a spilling cup
If you’re afraid of life
Or sweeping up
As it’s a series of messes
One after another
Just countless stresses
That follow each other
Gotta take it in stride
And not freak out
Keep the broom at your side
And forget about
The one to come
The next shoe to drop
No need to be glum
If you have a mop
Just scrub and clean
Do the best you can
It’s not a spotless scene
So you buy a dust pan
Try to be tidy & neat
So the damage is less
As it’s not a defeat
It’s only a mess
There will be spills & breaks
From cradle to tomb
But you clean up mistakes
With a smile & a broom
Drunken Angel (Whiskey Soaked Lament)
Drunken Angel
Halo torn and bent
Sings in infinite sadness
A whiskey soaked lament
Troubled Angel
Much too drunk to fly
Passed out on a cloud
Somewhere in the sky
Fallen Angel
Banished from the fold
Crying tears of roses
In her heart of gold
Broken Angel
Holds a rusted crown
Just outside of heaven
Glory tumbled down
Weeping Angel
Knocking at the door
Tin cup full of wine
She can’t swallow anymore
Excommunicated Angel
No solace in her wings
Searching for a song
But God no longer sings
Suicidal Angel
Can’t mend a broken heart
Holding shattered pieces
The bottle broke apart
Drunken Angel
Her halo sadly bent
Sings in anguished silence
A whiskey soaked lament
Peniel
When every fraud
Wants a piece of me
The face of God
Becomes hard to see
Men wear the mask
But hide God’s face
As they fail the task
To show His grace
Still others shine
And his likeness favor
As a living sign
Of His love to savor
So I hope that I’m
A person who shows
As a human sign
His countenance glows
In times of strife
And push and shove
I hope my life
Can reflect His love
So every heart
In pain and hurting
Can find a start
Less disconcerting
For the face of God
We then must seek
So the wolfish fraud
Can’t harm the weak
To hope all will know
And can always tell
Through the love they show
They can see peniel
Skin to Skin
I take your skin
To cover my own
To wear like a sin
And blanket my bone
Exposed to the flesh
It merges with mine
In time it will mesh
Like fermented wine
Like tears that I’ve cried
Inside of my soul
I’ll drink you inside
Swallow you whole
I’ll touch every inch
To see if it fits
And give it a pinch
Until it admits
How that it feels
To be part of me
Then watch as it peels
To try & run free
Will it wrinkle & dry
Be rough as leather
Or be smooth and spry
As it fits together
With that of my own
My body has worn
All that it’s known
Now injured and torn
Such rejuvenation
This revival of skin
Is cause for elation
A celebration within
But what of rejection
If the two do not mesh
I need some protection
For disease of the flesh
Precaution is need
That I must fulfill
In event I should bleed
And I fear that I will
So I take your skin
And make it my own
To wear like a sin
If crucified by the stone
Letters on the Table
I saw it on the table
And even I knew better
Than to think that I’d be able
To never read her letter
I stared at it a minute
And poured myself a shot
As I knew the words within it
Would require every drop
So with a trembling finger
I tore the envelope
The pain that came to linger
Reading what she wrote
Chorus:
“Goodbye my love
It’s time for me to go
I’m needed up above
But I’ll always love you so
Do not cry for me
That’s just wasting time
You’ve got to set me free
To start me on my climb”
Will never fade away
This one time will lose
Because tomorrow & today
Are days I can’t refuse
It’s yesterday that I want
And try to bargain for
But either God is nonchalant
Or He’s not listening anymore
‘Cause she’s as gone as ever
And I am still alone
Watching a life we planned together
Turn slowly into stone
There’s a new one on the table
And even I know better
Than to think that she’ll be able
To ever read my letter
Chorus:
“How are you my love
I know you had to go
You were needed up above
But I still miss you so
I know that you can see
Me waiting here below
So when it’s time for me
Come get me & we’ll go”
Mother Earth
Mother earth
Lifts up her arms
To soothe the barren worth
Of jaded charms
From the dust of old
To the dirt of now
She’ll caress and hold
‘til we learn how
To stop the raping
Of sovereign soil
All the greedy taking
Our lust will spoil
She’ll touch our eyes
Somehow, some way
Until we realize
That earth and clay
Are a part of us
Just like our souls
If deciding thus
To fill her holes
We dug to rob
And steal her treasure
Making her ache & throb
For greedy pleasure
To replenish her heart
Is the call of man
But where to start
And how to plan
We’ll find the answer
If we look in our bones
Curing lustful cancer
Through earthen tones
For mother earth
Will lift up her arms
And reclaim her worth
If we stop the harms | |
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Posted: 8/7/2008 11:08:20 AM | By luck or break
Or how you bleed
The life you make
Is the life you lead
There’s no excuses
Or second guessing
It’s either one of abuses
Or beautiful blessing
Yet some will find
Some middle ground
Where peace of mind
Is finally found
Such balance we seek
But it’s hard to get
Turning the other cheek
But constantly hit
The trick is contentment
In whatever place
Low on resentment
But high on grace
Though easier said
Than actually done
Your soul is fed
When you see the sun
You carve a path
Or lose your way
Succumb to wrath
Or learn to pray
For by luck or break
Or depth of need
The life you make
Is the one you lead
___________________
One life ends
Another starts
We make some friends
We touch some hearts
There’s here and after
And bated breath
The goal is laughter
Not fear of death
We come and go
Through a revolving door
Trying to learn & know
What lies in store
But our grasp extends
Short of the star
Yet the journey ends
With the door ajar
Each step we take
As we climb the stair
Is a choice we make
To horde or share
The many blessings
We are shown
Not the second guessings
We have known
Should faith unravel
We are given grace
As in the end we travel
To a distant place
But as one life ends
Another starts
To make some friends
And touch some hearts | |
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Posted: 8/11/2008 12:36:02 PM | The Gift
My spirit got a lift
And I no longer cry
You gave me a gift
When you said goodbye
The person I am
I wasn’t with you
I became less of a man
As you turned the screw
I allowed you to take
To push and to shove
Saw you callously break
Any semblance of love
Miserable you made me
The fault was my own
As I just wouldn’t see
Your heart’s made of stone
I must’ve been crazy
At least totally blind
Maybe I was just lazy
Or out of my mind
Whatever the reason
I betrayed my own heart
An act of self treason
As you tore me apart
But I’m so much better
Now that you’re gone
Getting my shit together
Feeling happy & strong
As I no longer cry
Or feel such a rift
‘Cause when you said goodbye
You gave me a gift | |
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Posted: 8/11/2008 7:24:07 PM | If I brought you the springtime
With flowers wrapped sweet on the vine
If I promised only starlight dreams
To last you until the end of time
Then would you love me?
How would you love me?
Then would you love me?
Like you love her?
If I held you through the darkest storm
While I whispered all your fears away
If I rocked you in these tender arms
With a passion that takes your breath away
Then would you love me?
Then could you love me?
Then would you love me?
Like you love her? | |
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Posted: 8/12/2008 7:20:46 PM | | Damn.......any man who could hear or read that poem and say no to that (rhetorical?) question is out of his mind! | |
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Posted: 8/12/2008 7:21:57 PM | The Gift
My spirit got a lift
And I no longer cry
You gave me a gift
When you said goodbye
The person I am
I wasn’t with you
I became less of a man
As you turned the screw
I allowed you to take
To push and to shove
Saw you callously break
Any semblance of love
Miserable you made me
The fault was my own
As I just wouldn’t see
Your heart’s made of stone
I must’ve been crazy
At least totally blind
Maybe I was just lazy
Or out of my mind
Whatever the reason
I betrayed my own heart
An act of self treason
As you tore me apart
But I’m happily better
Now that you’re gone
I’ve got my shit together
Feel lucky & strong
As I no longer cry
Or feel such a rift
‘Cause when you said goodbye
You gave me a gift
Love High
I’ve got a bad affliction
Like a junkie and cocaine
You’re my sweet addiction
The needle to my vein
I get so ****ing high
When I’m inside of you
I can almost taste the sky
Od’ing on the blue
Then I have to crash
And always feel like shit
When I’m reduced to ash
From the fire that you lit
I’m a fiend who needs a fix
Writhing on the ground
A love & passion mix
No sweeter dope around
You know it’s understood
I’d not let it go to waste
Without you I’m no good
Just jonesing for a taste
Better than any line
Of the purest coke
Your love is so divine
It almost makes me choke
In my blood you race
An instant shot of bliss
Even deeper than God’s grace
Heaven’s in your kiss
I’ve got a bad affliction
Like a junkie on cocaine
You’re my sweet addiction
The needle in my vein | |
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Posted: 9/13/2008 6:11:07 AM | I've been having a block and a half but was inspired to share lyrics from one of my favorite lyricists Anders Friden of In Flames...
Eraser - as made famous by In Flames
Consume, just like a worm,
Catch a glimpse of the sun through cracks,
Everything, I swallow whole,
And hide before the flood.
The way I see things,
I wish they could be true,
But take me all the way.
The trail of the torment,
Is not a path anymore,
But take me for a ride.
Delete the past, the fear,
Delete the past, every step is pure,
Delete the past from here, forward,
Delete the past, every step is pure.
Afraid of lost control,
Still there's a part of me that wants to feel insecure,
Afraid of lost control,
It keeps me on the edge.
Delete the past, the fear,
Delete the past, every step is pure,
Delete the past from here, forward,
Delete the past, every step is pure.
The way I see things,
I wish they could be true,
But take me all the way.
Delete the past, the fear, forward,
Delete the past, every step is pure,
Delete the past from here, forward,
Delete the past, every step is pure. | |
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Posted: 11/16/2008 6:56:01 PM | sorry its been a while... some personal shite hit the fan... but here is a new one... enjoy
A Thought - by Rene
Came upon a thought today,
Reminded me of you,
No voice on the other end,
Something I didn't want too,
Smiles so warm and radiant,
Down pour of tears,
I lament,
Linked by an endless thread,
Inane, somber, and irreverent,
Lost in the void,
I wait for time to pass,
Cold. | |
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Posted: 2/17/2009 6:01:09 AM | it's been a while again... I found a set of lyrics that speak volumes to someone who won't hear me anymore, lol... enjoy all...
Heartless - Kanye West
In the night I hear 'em talk,
The coldest story ever told,
Somewhere far along this road
He lost his soul
To a woman so heartless...
How could you be so heartless... oh
How could you be so heartless?
How could you be so,
Cold as the winter wind when it breeze yo
Just remember that you talking to me though
You need to watch the way you talking to me yo,
I mean after all the things that we been through
I mean after all the things we got into
And yo I know of some things that you ain't told me
And yo I did some things but that's the old me
And now you wanna get me back
And you gon' show me
So you walk around like you don't know me
You got a new friend
Well I got homies
But in the end it's still so lonely
In the night I hear 'em talk,
The coldest story ever told,
Somewhere far along this road
He lost his soul
To a woman so heartless...
How could you be so heartless... oh
How could you be so heartless?
How could you be so Dr. Evil
You're bringing out a side of me that I don't know
I decided we weren't gonna speak so why we up 3 a.m. on the phone
Why does she be so mad at me for, homie I don't know she's hot and cold
I won't stop, won't mess my groove up cause I already know how this thing goes,
You run and tell your friends that you're leavin' me
They say that they don't see what you see in me
You wait a couple months then you gon' see,
You'll never find nobody better than me
In the night I hear 'em talk,
The coldest story ever told,
Somewhere far along this road
He lost his soul
To a woman so heartless...
How could you be so heartless... oh
How could you be so heartless?
Talkin', talkin', talkin', talk,
Baby lets just knock it off
They don't know what we been through
They don't know 'bout me and you
So I got something new to see
And you just gon' keep hatin' me
And we just gon' be enemies
I know you can't believe
I could just leave it wrong
and you can't make it right
Im gon' take off tonight
In to the night...
In the night I hear 'em talk,
The coldest story ever told,
Somewhere far along this road
He lost his soul
To a woman so heartless...
How could you be so heartless... oh
How could you be so heartless?
you would definitely need a soul to lose it I suppose but the rest is fairly fitting... | |
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Posted: 3/1/2009 5:22:03 PM | So after an e-mail I received today I could finally put some words together, enjoy...
Waste – by Rene
Blood drenched tears of joy,
Knowing I have the strength,
To start, over and again,
Beginnings once endings unknown,
Eyes meet, thoughts flood,
New elevation,
Planes of existence questioned,
Boundaries overthrown, danced upon,
Nothing ends without cause
And everything good must,
Tempered words,
Hopeful thoughts fade to memory,
The crescendo of another year,
Riddled with pain of a new level,
And I still cant think of anything else,
Tasty billows of comforting relief. | |
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Posted: 3/18/2009 5:00:10 AM | in class earlier last week this came to me, enjoy...
Drifting - by Rene
Lucidly I lament,
Drifting into the void,
Beguiled by the ignorance,
Gleefully sauntering along,
I do protest,
The actions and words,
Hypocrite of ages,
Point out the faults,
Flawless existence.
I hope to reconnect with my pen a little more often as its the most inpriing season of all... cheers for now and feel free to post any poem you like, who knows it may be the start of something great. | |
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