Neighbors (part 1)
This song (poem) I wrote 1-18-11 should be easy to understand. It's about my neighbor and politics at that time and place; but, a few changes in my writing to fit into today. I once had a neighbor who claimed he was abducted by aliens and the way he spoke sounded actually just like Carl from Sling Blade. At that time Obama was president. This song is comedy.
shades down low
writing a little hiphop and doing some song creation
Vanishing
I dance with the wind like a broken leaf swirling in gusts of joy. Indian summer turns a thin thread, and autumn comes to my heart. Color palette, fog in the meadows at dawn in the morning and nostalgia and some regrets that time passes
Rain
I sank my face in heavy rain seeking relief. I thought it would be easier when will wash away my desires I wanted to wash my longing remove all defeats forget the past quench my sorrows. I washed my hair with streams to be a more greener a
Kill
I wrote this one 3-7-2022. There are many ways to describe this song from my travels to today's stance in Europe, but I'll step back and let you contemplate the meaning!
i intend to give you many bowls
what do you think about this poem? any moral lesson you can comment .
Love is sometimes bitter
Please forgive how bad the poem is. I have not had my Morning Coffee yet. My kitty also keeps interuppting me to play. Five minutes into it, she curls up and starts snoozing.
Queen Searching Lost Kingdom
The poem "Queen Searching Lost Kingdom" is a beautiful and deeply evocative narrative, eloquently capturing the journey of a queen in search of her lost realm. It effortlessly weaves the theme of perseverance, love, and the power of hope through its exquisite lines. (To Maharlika)
Happy Birthday to one who left me
Take me back to first day you said you love me To that wonderful feeling you given to me then Even now you cheated and betrayed that love You still my heart everyday with an aching pain You always knew and how I loved you forever I saw your ey
My Sweetie Pie.
My sister and ex-sister-in-law often say that my dog, Sweetie Pie, behaves much like a real person. They describe as being “a whole human”. She amazes us.
Until we meet again
My love my love My sweetest love I will never say goodbye Sea may rise Sky may fall My love for you Will never die My angel my angel My lying angel All the tears I've cried On all you lied I may not hate As you all i loved Go on go on
Game Of Death
I wrote this 11-25-2010. Thinking some ghosts, ghouls, goblins, headbangers, and hippies may get a kick out of this one! lol Have a happy and safe Halloween, folks! Until then...
I am "who"!
its about journey of life, just one truth came in to my mind. At the time I wrote this I was in trans in serching the question "who" I am? this is not about life confusion, its about spiritual realisation!
Mountains of love
Holidays, Friendship, Lost Love.
The Hopeless Hopeful
This poem is a snapshot of a hopeful hopeless romantic. This goes out to all those single who beleive there is someone out there for them in the name of love.
short but sweet
loving life for life is loving to smile and sing and dance about to walk and run to breath and feel to see and touch to wish then have to give and get "wil
Kiss me
Life is short. Forgive quickly, kiss slowly, love truly, laugh uncontrollably and never regret anything that made you smile !
Dont ever question that
(this is not a poem, i get alot of my poetic influence from musicians and alot of people miss out on good stuff because there not into a certain genre of music so enjoy ill be posting more in the future. If you have any questions as to the artist or would like more references id be glad to answer.)
Always In Vain
This poem tells of a romantic who searches each day for his one true love, his immortal beloved, but only to find that futility ends each day and then leads him into another.
WILL YOU CRY
Would you cry, feeling my scent Would you cry, understanding what I meant Would you cry, if you go up there Would you cry in the bed we share Would you cry, if you feel me in the air Would you cry, when you are naked and bare Would you cry, if
WILL YOU CRY
Would you cry, feeling my scent Would you cry, understanding what I meant Would you cry, if you go up there Would you cry in the bed we share Would you cry, if you feel me in the air Would you cry, when you are naked and bare Would you cry, if
razorblade salvation
Mommy I'm sorry if my first letter made you cry To be honest with you I don't think that I wanna die Sometimes I feel like that I'm cancerous in others lives Thats probably why I drink at night and sleep till 4 or 5 It's kinda hard walking throug
answer the last query
i felt in a horrible mood all day today and that's what came out
a love like
I wish i could find a girl like this
Can dreams become reality
This poem is about a lost love
Loneliness
Loneliness terrifies with silence when i open the door. I'm listening in my footsteps I'm counting stairs. Loneliness accompanied lighted candles and chillout sounds to improve mood. Loneliness washes the body after a hard day hoping th
Rhetorical question
What is love Slavery or liberation? Reward or punishment? On a sunny day, or dark night? I do not remember But I'm dying without her
Evening desires
Dusk, a lullaby of hidden desires with faster breathing drunken hopes. Dusk, aurora touch with the smell of promises. Dusk, a touch of wind on the skin the sensitivity of giving. Dusk receiving every particle our existence.
Don't punish me
Don't punish me anymore for bad deeds depth of longing hidden desires quiet hopes interrupted by a scream and sweat drops after a crazy touch for a gentle smile stolen fleetingly and moments of silence after the storm broke out closed eye
The Dark Side of Me
Why am I not enough? Why must you seek beyond? It's all in you hands, And still you break that bond. When did I fade from you, Like an apparition in the wind? When will the final blow, Make it impossible to mend? Somewhere in the darkness
desperado
from the top of my head
Pres. Obama’s Shout-Out to the Critics
I wrote this poem early part of this month as a blog posted on my website. It's a common sense/lash out at the president's most harshest critics and haters. These people seem to criticize everything that he does. As an independent, but more over to the base of the conservative side of the political spectrum, I agree/disagree on certain things that the president have done but I'm willing to give him time and show him respect like I did with former president Bush. Bashing just to be bashing and engaging in double standards towards him and not with other past presidents is not constructive criticism. What these people need to understand that this type of behavior is Only making themselves look seriously misinformed and ignorant, not the president!
Winter Come
A poem describing the coming of winter.
Moola Jive
I love money, I love cash. I’ve got to keep my money in a stash. ‘Cause money and me’s a spendin’ spree. A buck, a buck, a buck, a buck, a buck. I love money just for me. I love the moola jive that it gives me. My money and me, we’re curr
A Fly On The Wall
I wish I was a fly on the wall Then I could hear what she was saying To my good friend Saul Does she even like me at all I sure wish I was a fly on the wall Everytime I hear the phone ring I hope its her call I would know,if only I was a fly on
In the raindrops
I want to stay in the raindrops in the raindrops I want to swim away I want to take a bath in the raindrops in raindrops I want to get lost I want to see you in the raindrops in raindrops I want to touch you I want to get drunk with raindrops
Silence
Why I can not tell you how I feel why stand in front of you I lack my words maybe I'm scared that you won't understand me and your words "It's nonsense" frighten me. So I enclose my thoughts and I have a dialogue internal myself And you'l
SO EASY
When you first spoke to me and I spoke to you This connection grew so fast between us How I’ll never know But I’m so glad you are my friend It feels so easy I will always be your friend That’s very easy Do I hear unspoke
evening on a beach
The cold wind blows on the cheek Ruffling the hair locks away Gazing at the distant horizon The sun glowing a scarlet flame. Into the hollow of the infinite pale blue Of Heaven it rose. Its flickering tongues up-drew And vanished in dark blu
Little April
blues lyrics, calendar love
Four Seasons
I can’t erase you from my memory And my heart loved only you I think of you consciously and subconsciously I see you in my dreams And I feel you with my feelings I hope for the sunrise And I wait for the sun to shine so I can
Be A Dreamer
How can we be free, when freedom to dream, s'not available Where dark-deeds,cold-steel black-hearts, always seem to prevail When suffering evil con-flict and violence, stand in as the or-der of the-day That's just the way, you will hea