The Essence of Love
This poem is off the cd The Coldest Summer Ever. I've been inspired to write about love from the Most High. Hope you like it. Peace and blessings be unto you all. Phreeyomind
The Tragedy
One of my songs I wrote
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.
Untitled
The moon is so beautiful especially tonight Caressing the darkness with it's soft gentle light It feels like Im moving in circles when I look at the stars in the sky
Fiegn'n to love
Love is its essence. The desire to lavish someone with the power of love has a life of its own.. The feelings that follow such desire are expressive, felt in the inner parts of a being with the ability to empower another, forming a bond.
Expose Your Heart
Its about how some guys like to hide their pain in front of their friends and girls. But i just want to know why some guys are so proud to the point where they think tears are for weak people. Im saying why hide something so beautiful and true?
in my mind
only something i fell inside of me and its hard to tell when you dont know the word to tell someone about fellings
in my mind
only something i fell inside of me and its hard to tell when you dont know the word to tell someone about fellings
Give My Regards.. Verse 1
I wrote this many years ago when I was an aspiring emcee.. I now recite it as a spoken word piece. It is dedicated to Brooklyn, after I moved to the Bronx for a while
The Illinois Hillbillies
Parody of the Beverly Hillbillies. I have a friend who is always talking about winning the lottery. In this country it has become a kind of religion. I mostly despise gambling, preying on the dumb and uneducated. It does give people hope and it surpasses all other forms of entertainment in this country combined.
The Thunder Song
My favorite rental so far this year is Ted. It's about a boy wishing for his Teddy bear to come to life, and it does. Ted comes running into John's room right after he hears some thunder, "Thunder buddies for life, right John. You're #@$% right. Oh, come on, let's sing the Thunder Song."
You never came
Sometime we wait for a face , sometime we wait for a sound , sometime we wait for a touch in silent DEW...all life long...
Trapped again
Desperate Desire
Are You Smarter Than a Highschool Dropout?
Parody of one of my favorite show songs, Are You Smarter Than A Fifth Grader? I think it would be funny to have a show with high school dropouts as the kids helping some contestant answer the questions.
My Lucky Silver Dollar
Yesterday was a little dismal and today is still a little gray But I'm hoping before tomorrow comes that you
" Desparate Love " by Jonroan
I wrote this when an old girlfriend put me out on a snowy night in Arkansas. I showed it to her the next day, after I had thawed out, and she put me out again. I called her a B****, to which she responded, ' Thank you ', just as sweet and sincere as can be. She really was one, by the way.
Going to the Bathroom
A parody of Going to the Chapel. I had this coworker back at a job I had up till 2006 and he would do this constantly. He did get written up once, but still continued to do this. I figure he worked about half his shift and the other half did stuff like this to get out of work and he was the highest paid. He was also my favorite coworker which shows how bad some of my coworkers were.
Taenia Solium
(Lyric) I posted this once before, but figured while Im on the subject of parasites I would stick with the theme..Too far off the deep end?
Thinking About You
on your darkest of days with your lonliest of thoughts. when love seems to have dried up at it's source. (and) time for others may be is a luxury you just can't afford. remember, someone should be thinking about you. words can be given freely y
Fools Gold
Saw a sad dog so thirsty I gave him my water. Got a big smile today from my neighbours baby daughter. Everything's in colour. Clarity so sharp. This is the effect that you have on my heart. Laughed with a stranger at the bus stop this morning.
Lost no more
Walking on the sand...visions return like a lost ol' friend, Let the sun bake me. Watch the dolphins play. Another day missing you. Why do I stay? Feeling the waves...visions return of younger, better days. Let the sun bake me, Hear the laugh
For 'S'
Silent is the sky Silent is the moon Silent is the ocean Silent shall I be soon. Whom will you whisper and whom will you say? 'Me ' will be a 'mummy' Only to turn into some clay. So my soul you save Which is there in the cave Of sins
Beautiful and Rare
I've always had an affection for the islands.....even though I;ve never been...the poems I write are what I perceive as song lyrics....but being void of any musical ability...they are just words.
Dear God
Dear God up Above Shelter Those in need of your protection and love. Help them find a safe place to stay And erase all their pain away Comfort those who are alone And those who are far away from home. Give them hope and piece of mind That
No Pockets in My Garments
After the death of a friend who was also a song writer and singer, this set of lyrics popped into my head, along with a tune, while I was thinking of my departed friend "Mr. James". I felt like he was singing it to me.
The Bubble and I
"Welcome, you Bubble," asked I, "Please tell me one thing. For a moment you come But what us to bring?" Said the Bubble, "I'm for a moment, True, and must vanish soon; But hark you , my man! For me this life is a boon. Life has its own ch
Self
Just a short rant about the world we live in and how I struggle to fit in.
bird strike
Into the sky the metal eagle soars The roar of the four turbines lifting its wings Higher higher it lifts Its wheels detract Sliding into its belly Flying up up to its destination it turns To it final direction inside its fragile
Survival
Fights man with each other for a handful of rice; strangles others' throat which is never nice. Adopts man many a manner to see him happy and wealthy; makes the life of others a hell and creates an atmosphere not healthy. Suckles other's
Santa Baby (slightly.. different version)
It was a just for the silliness of insanity competition a friend had set up. We were to rewrite Christmas songs in a vampiric kind of way, and well.. I ended recording my version with a tiny mp3 player (I had nicked from daughter :P) and using an instrumental wav file of the original song (to which I obviously do NOT claim any rights). I ended winning the competition as I threatened to record more rewritten Xmas songs -chuckles and shoves halo back in place-
Wanna Hear My Story ?
This Poem Is Just My Imagination
The junk collector`s bedtime story
I wrote "The junk collector`s bedtime story"simply to put into words what is one favorite American pastime.As a part time flea market vendor,I just hate to see anything good going to waste.If I find stuff that nobody else wants,I will find out why they got rid of it.If I can fix it,OK.I might use it,keep it,sell it,or trade it.If nothing else,use it for parts to repair other stuff.Some stuff that`s no good I might still save to use as an example to match up replacement parts.If I find something and then discover that its` completely worthless,I can always just put it back where I found it.What really gets me is that people throw stuff out 5 minutes before they need it,only for me to fix it and sell it right back to them.The resale value is ultimately,only as much as what people are willing to pay.But if you have a lot of good used items,if you sell it for a cheap price,you won`t be able to sell it fast enough.
Dreams of the junk collector
"Dreams of the junk collector" is a sequel to "The junk collector`s bedtime story." It describes in more detail about a favorite American pastime.During the heavy rains of 2011,the areas surrounding Chicago experienced severe flooded streets and basements.The next day,people were throwing stuff out and transformed the town where I live into a picker`s paradise.That was in July,during my vacation! When I returned to work,my colleagues asked me where I went on vacation. I replied with "Nowhere,really." All I had to do was just drive around town and fill up the van with whatever good stuff I could find.I could not fill it up fast enough. Now,that`s my idea of a good time!
sky
this poem s for anyone who like a person morethen everything .
Road Rage Xmas
'Twas the night before Xmas, the streets were a mess with last-minute shoppers unleashing their stress. The traffic was swarming like flies on a turd with honking and yelling and flipping the bird. Mamá in the cockpit, and I with a map, had
echo locate
Blind too the world The high pitched sound Echo locate These creature of the night Flying solo they locate their prey Big ears they have For they cannot see Batmen they are not Hanging from the tree In darkness attracts The solli
dance
just dance .
I think I love thee
I think I love thee With the violence of a storm And the grasp of a bird of prey - With the ardor of a consort. I love thee in such a way That the bowels of my being - Like an incandescent volcano – are ablazed With the fire of passion.
Fears of dreams
is about a man i still love but i think he has never love me
My sweet heart
I don't know my sweet heart yet. Wish to find her someday!!!
Suggestions(Lyric)
"People are People" Its a camp fire sing a long song We're different colors And different creeds And different people Have different needs It's obvious you hate me Though I've done nothing wrong I've never even met you What could I have done People are people so why should it be You and I should get along so awfully People are people so why should it be You should hate me You're punching and kicking, And you're shouting at me, I'm relying on your common decency, So far it hasn't surfaced, But I'm sure it exists, It just takes a while to travel From your head to your fist. I can't understand What makes a man Hate another man Help me understand People are people So why should it be You and I should get along so awfully People are people So why should it be You Should Hate me I can't understand What makes a man Hate another man Help me understand
give me thine kiss
This is poem for one,i am dreaming of one such love in my life,who can love without intentions,change in me,and demands,and comparing without me with others..keep smiling