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
'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
Suffering
What better a way to release emotion than to write it. Thank you foro aallowing me too.
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
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
Mane of Moonbeams
Sparkling, long, and flowing soft, and shimmering through a comb, A little hand ,with love,caressed each strand and knew a home. Her eyes alight with awe to see the splendour falling there in the magic that was moonbeams, that was grandma's silver
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
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.
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
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
Romantic Desires!
Instant poem, created by it's artist fresh from the fantasy of his mind!
answer the last query
i felt in a horrible mood all day today and that's what came out
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
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
A LITTLE FURTHER.
Taking it to the next level.
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.)
attacks
i wrote this one day when i was bored in class. it's kind of a fun play on words.
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
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.
Your Back Door
Guess...
lonely nights
stuggles of being lonely and struggles of having companionship.......
When It Comes To This
This is a song I wrote a while back....
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
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
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.
Illussive Dream
I searched the world over for you. Knowing one day we would meet. The mere thought of you takes my breath away. You make me feel complete. You take my hand in yours. And tell me to search no more. To close my eyes and see. The life I want
My Lovely Friend
She'll know...
The Whole Package
I'm determined...
Dancing in the Graveyard
True story...
Sage Wisdom
The quote was sent to me by a dear friend up in northern Idaho who is a tribal elder and healer herself. Hear the drums?
Matters of the Heart
Just some thoughts on the matter...
Slaying Dragons
She'll know...
Magic!
Life is for living!
Beefing Up
It's work but it's working...
Soul To Soul
Spontaneous composition...
Natalie
My grandaughter. A heart the size of Texas in the smallest package.
To Autumn
Come on fall!
The Jester
Some people are so-o-o-o-o funny!
To Mary Jane, A Morning Toast!
From a light, occaisional user...