When It Comes To This
This is a song I wrote a while back....
King of the unwanted (revised)
After being a single dad for three years, that title had come to have new meaning to me. I wrote this from my 2 son's perspective after their mother lied over and over about coming to get them for her weekend visitation.
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
my wife always be like knife !!!!!
hurt with her attitude
Silent tears...................
A thunderous silence breaks through my thoughts. What was once many great ideas is now a triumph, lost. Baffling words tumble through my mind. Reflections of darkness hover. A disturbing peacefulness beckons to me, and inside myself, I take
lonely nights
stuggles of being lonely and struggles of having companionship.......
love is
its a poem that every one should remeber when falling in love and what the end result is if we fall out of love
New Bride
They strayed below the greening hills to love. He'd show her how, When breezes raised her tumbling hair and kissed her fevered brow, to rise above and float the larks suspended in the air who'd sing the tune of wakening upon the lady fair. Th
Do You Think Of Me....
I wrote this poem for someone I had been seeing for 3 months. I wasn't sure what direction the relationship was going in and I just wanted him to know that if it lasted for awhile or forever, it made me smile when I thought of him and wondered if he felt the same way.
a tresure of a day
Look well to this day, For it and it alone is life. In its brief course Lie all the essence of your existence:The Glory of Growth The Satisfaction of Achievement ...The Splendor of Beauty For yesterday is but a dream, And tomorrow is but a
attacks
i wrote this one day when i was bored in class. it's kind of a fun play on words.
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.)
Suffering
What better a way to release emotion than to write it. Thank you foro aallowing me too.
WOMAN WITH THE TATOOED HANDS
Enjoy folks, any questions or feedback much appreciated.
In Dog Years
one of the songs me and my band are recording tomorrow
A LITTLE FURTHER.
Taking it to the next level.
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
Awakening
When did I learn to forget my own heart? Surely I knew of it when I was small; For I remember that most pleasant part- that which can cope with the pain of the fall? Why did I learn to forget my own mind? Surely without it I can't even think..
ON THE LAWN AT DAWN~a tale of woe by ~free cee
ONE OF MY OLD BAR BUDDIES TOLD ME POOR PANAMA PETE WAS RUN OVER BY A TRAIN....WELL REST IN PIECES MY OLD FRIEND
answer the last query
i felt in a horrible mood all day today and that's what came out
Romantic Desires!
Instant poem, created by it's artist fresh from the fantasy of his mind!
WARNING - be honest on CS
Why have so many secrets what do you have to hide is it just your regrets or is it that you lied You talk so long and often and plan a rendezvous. Hearts begin to soften, thoughts of what could ensue. When things are left unsaid and clos
when the day is done
When the day is done Down to earth then sinks the sun Along with everything that was lost and won When the day is done. When the day is done Hope so much your race will be all run Then you find you jumped the gun Have to go back where you be
Or Would We ?
My sister and I, when together are still just as silly as we ever were ! Some of us never out-grow silly, but who wants to anyway ?...We have too much fun, but mum's the word on who the guilty party was. I'll never tell.. Sisters just don't snitch on each other. Oh I guess 1 small hint can't hurt..it wasn't me.
The Queen Of Queens
This poem is the closest to my heart, since this was happening to my city, my home. It was written during hurricane Katrina 2005.
Made in China
How broad can bald eagle spread wings? Over Gag and Magog, to the east, and the place of morning calm When she is molting a spot is unclothed, New Orleans in the south Red China swelling in Asia with great sway An occult war manufact
So Few are They Whose Legion is Peace
So few are they whose legion is peace. Did Columbus chase stillness beyond tumultuous seas? Sails and oars were manned by dissidents, genocide is patent. Prayers and spreads with huge birds were answered with reservations, provisions like
'til The Philosophy
For days we mount white stallion, going westward, far from the black stone path The beast pants, but carry on with fire in its eyes New shoots down-trodden in the channel I taste the straps on forerunners deep beyond their dermis, way
Blue Mountain
Climb high on Blue Mountain, hug the dark rain clouds; they too will burst into tears that water concrete jungles and wash traces of negro blood from asphalt Climb high on Blue Mountain and bawl your green eyes red Your womb is ancien
We Danced
Just a nice song
Jain to jain kahan
Jain to jain kahan, samjay ga kon yahan dard bharay dil ki zuban, apna bi gham hay un ka bi gham hay, ab dil k bachay ki umeed kam hay, ik kashti so toofan, jain to jain kahan
Lesson Learned
I'm sad my heart has lost its beat. I cried my eyes look like my feet. I blew my nose and sniffed abit, and called myself a real nitwit. I just don't get it maybe I'm dumb. I'm not but but wish to s
what propels u to me?...
I dare to believe in fate... a crossing of gravitational-pull as far as land reaches.. this has misic to it... dave matthews could deliver.. pretty hot should see video... there's more.
BROKEN-HEART....
kindness and care will give you more care and share...
A voice above the Ocean
the original poem is in italian ; I tried to translate it in english. Please, forgive me and be indulgent for the mistakes...
everything is quiet and peaceful
translation of a Persian song http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NX6DuijtGlg&feature=related
No Moment
My daughter is 29 years old now. but, she has always been my gift. Her dad died when she was two ,with cancer. I thought her being born was the worse timing. but God knows what he was doing. I now have three grandchildren and a wonderful son-in law. She has always been a nice person and a loving daughter.
WHY YOU ARE ALONE ?
we forget what we have done before in life....
The Sign
As many of you, will notice , it's not about forget our dreams! It's about the moment when nothing works fine, and you just want to move on, cause it's like a bad dream what is happen' to you!
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!