Take control!
Who made them smarter than me? Where we not born equally? How did I become me?, and you become you?, What?, How?, did this become true?, Though its quite funny, I have nothing, and they have the money, Im just glad to see, they live life in ecst
Really! Really!
I don't exist in your land, you don't exist in mine, today is only passing time, Who you'll be tomorrow and what you will see, is who you really are, and what you really will be.
It's the way it is!
Don't think too much, for it's not allowed, don't verbalize, don't criticize, When written words in cyber space become too much for you to face, When you cant ignore, come what may, control what other's say, Then you've gone too far, You have l
Question?
So who would walk in another's shoes? perchance to win, perchance to lose, to swap a life, to change a way, to live maybe another day?
To be or not to be, that is the question!
What do you think that keeps people here? The inherent fear? The wanting to go on?, keep singing their song? In the face of adversity, who would you be? Afraid to die?, afraid to live?, With nothing to give, could you resist? To end
WORLDWIDE CROOKED CHURCH HEADS MAKE CROOKED BEDS! Part - 2
1. Another church I had walked in 2, I sat down 2 listen 2 this male gentile church head. He was fault-finding & condemning the Harry Potter & The Twilight Saga Movies! 2. I stood-up & said, "Who in the hell are U!" "Your own bible says, this
WORLDWIDE CROOKED CHURCH HEADS MAKE CROOKED BEDS! Part - 1
1. Not always but sometimes the Church can be a dark place where men hide behind the name 'Church.'
Older and wiser?
We grow old, we get wise, But still we join those who dies, We give direction to the young, don't sing a song so well sung, But if they agreed and followed suit, in the end we'd all be mute, For nothing would change, nothing be new, not for me
War!
Thunder roars and red sky flies and blinding lights and something dies when all that was has ceased to be the end of life how it used to be when loss and grieving become the norm looking for heaven and finding hell, is this real who can tell, a night
When! When! When!
When the flowers fail to bloom, when tomorrow comes to soon, When all that I could be was all that I could see, When yesterday is a memory, of what could or could not be, When today became the reality I thought I'd never see. When thoughts
SILENT VOICES for yankee,s challenge
A poem written 2013 and nothing changes so i brought it back
What's new!
Oh what is life?, poetry in motion? love? strife?, the beginning of a new life? when a baby cries, someone dies, the beginning and the end, the foe and the friend, and tomorrow will be................the same.........begin again ....same game!
The truth will prevail!
The lies of today will fall on the shoulders of the young tomorrow, look back in sorrow, record for posterity, the truth, the reality of how this came to be and what we saw, and what we see, should never again come to be!
Tomorrow!
I think I have lost tomorrow, it was here yesterday, I have searched in everyway, it wont reappear come what may, So, I must adhere to what is here, so tomorrow is now, and this is what I see, what
Short and sweet!
I'd like to present this award from the Academy Of Hell, To Mr Putin, for his contribution, he has done so well, the world can tell, he has superseded all expectation, in his efforts to wipe out a peaceful nation, he can now join OUR ranks, no ne
The end game
We live in captivity because we believe this is reality, nothing new, we can't see, the real you or the real me, it will always be the same, until we end this game, but then it starts anew, never a whole new me and never a whole new you.
Well, this is the plan!
I hear of this plan of "the creator" can it be?, seems very strange to me, a creator who can create such misery?, and all for what? and why should this be?, is there something I've missed? that I cannot see? What does the "creator" want to create
Just enjoy the ride!
I have seen tomorrow, I know, how it will go, firstly it ends, all will cease to exist, in the blink of an eye, this world will die, then a new creation, a whole new population, starts anew, from Jurassic world to space exploration, we failed in our
It
This is it. That is all.
Wait to see!
I don't have a vision for the future, I don't know where we will end, I'm aware of where we are now, are you a foe or are you a friend? Complications of life are immense, what is lie, what is true, what makes sense? "Fake news" is all that I
The Point
What's the point? Is there a point? Can anyone show me the point? There is no point, we exist through a revolving door, no less and no more!
Game On
Well, I've read the papers and I've watched the news, decided this is all a ruse, we're in constant motion, nothing we can change, or rearrange, what's going to be is what's going to be, But we still think that we can change the you and the me, and
Let's start over
WAR!!!!! is not the way, yet it's in our history, from tribes of old, to modern day, it seems to be that we cannot see, a new design, its always the same time after time, civilizations have ended before, probably thousands, we are destined to be jus
We actually mean nothing!
Working out a solution, I've come to the conclusion tomorrow will be, There's no need for discussion, I'll just kill you or you just kill me, Either way tomorrow will be, just open your eyes so you can see, When we are gone, won't be that long, th
Sadness for Ukraine
Afraid of the light is almost all right, darkness is better, no bombs to light up the night, such a way to live, soo hard to forgive, ,, lost in pain,,, cant explain,,, but, we all feel the pain! Come to us, be free, we will help, the best that we ca
Not really anything!
Why do people think soo much about life AFTER DEATH? Is it the same as life BEFORE BIRTH?, we must have been in the same place, we don't remember, so, we appear and then disappear, I don't know where I was a year before I was born, same place when I
Reality?
Reality appears in the worst of times, never to be seen in the best of times, when the shit hits the fan and nothing goes according to plan, well, that's reality, when doom and gloom enter your room, it's reality, suck it up, take it on the chin,
Can it be 2022
Can it be 2022 Sirens sound People hide in hollows Deep Destruction heard Tanks roll by in captive cities War declared stay doors People hear bombs destruction seen people hide people flee People dead Can it be 2022 Will it lead to
Humanity, we're losing it (for UKRAINE)
War is brutal and vicious. If only man can learn to resolve conflicts without resorting to this game
Red spring
I was going to write some other poem about the spring i love so much...but i cannot do it now... my brain is completely blocked.........
Mad Monkeys
Mad Monkeys...Humans giving Monkeys a bad name....
Midnight In The Darkness
Inspired by an awoken dream and view out my bedroom window looking over the meadow in late winter creating this dark mood.
The days of now!
So, the ruling few have been bitten in the a** by one of their own, what will they do now? Oh they cant believe nor comprehend, how this will go or how it will end, Putin screwed them, now hes not their friend, time to regroup, hes not in their loop.
WONDERING!
And I wonder, if love songs didn't make you sad, and life didn't make you mad, if life was perfect how would you be? And I wonder, if tomorrow was the end of it all, how would you be? what would you do? Its all a question of love and life, oh yes,
Russian warship,, go..
Somehow history got lost in translation, that was then and this is now, we have Iphones, your phones and my phones,we have facebook, youtube, mytube, redtube, twitter, ,, wow, imagine we tweet to each other?,, all rocking robins, its like we are hypn
This is who we are,,,, or not...
not all my words, but my thinking!
The brink, again!
So Russia may invade Ukraine? War again? Wow, how insane! It's obvious its meant to be, unless, those in power are made to see, that WE see, their manulipation, total particapition, guiding it along, they dont care, right or wrong, The highest degr
Sunday week at 2pm
Bit tongue in cheek, but there you have it
?????????
So we walk in different fields, don't know how it feels, for me to be you, or you to be me, we just cant see, and our blindness creates that void, was it you? or me that lied?, human things, problem brings, spirits show, high and low, our insanity,
Who? What?
So will I write a poem with no reflection, nothing that will give any direction? The wind blows loud and shrill outside, the doors they creak, the windows rattle about to break, but yet I feel serene, I dont care about life or where I've been, I'
I dont know either?
Somehow it all dont matter, whats wrong or whats right, because the beginning cant be the end?, or the end cant be the beginning? So, the beginning must be the start of the end? Then whats the point of beginning? So we end?