Caged not Free
Sometimes when we are bombarded with trials..we just want to run away from it rather than face it head on.
No Point
a pulled tooth a shit year an hour to go I waited.. it was open mic night For some reason ‘No Point’ thought I looked a little less lost than him He stuck his chest out adjusted his balls and fiddled with his guitar I asked
free
if you take a moment and really take a real good look around at people in daily rush threw this life. How many are really right here??
Does Gravity Cry
I wish I could fly Witness the rain Jump from its nest Don't they know what's next Does Gravity Cry As they free fall To their fatal death Witness the clouds Tell their friends goodbye Do they relize it's forever Does Gravity Cry As they
..all my dreams...
..i dont know what to say...lol
Apathy
a song i wrote
It hurts me so much..
It hurts me so much too see Abandoned animals on streets It hurts me too much too See them without defend, With their eyes full of tears Little puppies,move their tails Looking to you and beging you With their eyes to take the home Or
For Fall to see can we all understand
just thoughts that I always have in my head and if given more time in my busy work schedule and if I am welcome you will see a lot more of my poetry
..me lonly on rock...
....she kidding me alwys...
for nought (four nots)
today my children left me not a one, for me to find 'haps never to be set free for I simply t'weren't the kind yet I held them to my bosom still none would taste my nectar not a drop passed to their lips I never felt young fingertips wa
without you
This was written when i was about 21. I was deeply inlove with a certain someone, who had gone away for a very long time, and i was just completely gutted to the core, each day ripped more and more out of me.
I am a man without good fortune
the feelings and thoughts of misfortune
In this world
In a world alone
I dare you to hit me again…
Abusive relationships are very sharp in my mind while writing this pen.
Homeless again
The city is Phoenix, Arizona.
suffocating silence
it's about getting dumped
Sometimes she cries
No don't hang your head in shame, your not to blame she still cries your only a small part why, no names It be ok if the physical part was ok, but god the pain everyday tryin to b alright , spine stiffining body doing things sometimes she cries..
Numb
A poem about the transition from one phase of life to the next.
the storm
Bitter is the water I drink And shallow is my pool But my world seems upon the brink And thirsty is the fool So let this hate sustain my soul let anger wet my tongue let pain take its tole And wake me when its done let sorrow feed my sleep l
this is my life
This is my life. This is my life i question Which isnt fully developed a day at a time, i seek 2 find all my lifes desires, i tip toe through life with out any guidence im surprised im still surviveing This is my life i question I lie in my bed at ni
you must be a looser
i think so...what do you think...?
LIVING ALONE...
it is not easy to live alone untill our death, here.
IN MEMORY OF VICTOR
This poem was written in 2002. The purpose is self evident. Victor was a friend. In Victor I learnt a lesson that happiness, like all events under the sun, is also transient. Victor could not realise his dreams however hard he tried. Sickle Cell Anaemia is an evil that can be destroyed by the will of man. We can and should eradicate it by taking the right decisions and not allowing the chemical reactions in our brains becloud our sense of reason and responsibility to the innocent children. Let our heads control us at times at least for the sake of the children. They also deserve to be happy.
Hold Me
Hold me,....Hold me close.. Hold me... like you never held nothing else. Hold me...hold me tightly, Please...please,..... Just hold me....
spectator
there is a loneliness, like being a spectator in your own life. when you have it all, but know something is not right. the job, the house, the kids, and the beautiful wife. and you feel the joy of your children but somehow you are always an outside
excused before accused (best left forgotten)
I've taken what I wanted, my whole life through never limited to what was thrust before me easier things got, the more my ego grew just always had to have what I felt brought me glee with little thought, of a thought, for another I squandered
A secret
I recently found out that a friend of mine was having an affair on his wife and she was also having an affair on him. They have children that are in university but are not attending. The parents have payed the tuition (several thousand dollars) and think all is well.Some of this is happenning right now and I feel that I was told for a reason and that It must be kept a secret. I am human and not a sounding board
Reflection
Why is it that everytime I turn around your there staring back at me? Your stare is cold,filled with anger, but watery with lonliness, your complextion is pale and unhealthy,your sweaty with nervousness. How can you walk around like that?,I am embar
Crazy One Among Us
Confused and haunted and in a "crazy" place at the time I wrote this.
My Faith
To love and loose we sometimes gain, the future becomes a gentle rain. A wind that blows you feel so near, that's why sometimes I shed a tear. The night becomes a task for me, to sleep an hour or maybe three. Now I search for life's treasure
...she is no more...
...yes she is no more...its a fact..
Troubles
just wrote it tonight.
Darkness
As I close my eyes The nightmare begins I cannot hide the lies I'm forced to confess my sins Suddenly, the darkness is alive I know he's coming to get me On my fears he thrives Free of his wrath I wish to be They take me to the master Yes, t
Putrid Soul
You putrid soul, you poor excuse for a humanbeing Who gives people the right to spout such hateful sayings Are they that ignorent to not know what they are doing Or do they not care for this heart they are scaring My tears mean nothing to them, m
i see
what time should i call i wait when can i see i wait what time is good for you i wait you do it all i see everything that was ours is no longer me i see no family i see what you want me to feel your loss me alone i see me
I'll Try to Get over You
break up song i wrote a few years back
My Reflection
My Reflection My reflection in the mirror, my face so hard to reconize voices of reason fled, out of my mouth nothing but lies in my heart, an empty void, soul torn and tattered my insides a twisted mess,my life i've lost all that mattered
THE POPPY
TO ALWAYS WEAR ARE POPPIES AND HELP ARE FALLEN SOLDIERS IN NEED AND NEVER FORGET THE MEANING OF WAR
unforgetable
every time we have to understand others felings too..
She Is
She's like a window Whose panes reveal A hollow soul She's like an open book Whose pages express all But no one cares to look She is resistant Yet a fragile leaf That could crumble in the sun She is in total control Though a shadow O
She Was Broken
She was broken Simplistic In a realistic world She thought But the truth would be known Seeking everthing and nothing Still broken She was broken
Losing The Will
I wrote this poem at a very hard time in my life, when i was homeless