The book of love
When all that matters is no more and emotions lay bare on the floor when all that once was no longer is then life has surely lost its fizz but hope springs eternal, or so they say and maybe I'll find love again some day maybe not now, or even n
I Was Born To Love You
I was born to love you With every single beat of my heart Yes, I was born to take care of you Every single day... I was born to love you With every single beat of my heart Yes, I was born to take care of you Every single day of my
What if
Many possibilities, same question stem: what if. Believe it or not, it's a love poem. Not much of one, but it was written in that mindset.
Nature determines Rhythm
nice to be home again after a hardship and exertion
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
attacks
i wrote this one day when i was bored in class. it's kind of a fun play on words.
THE GUITAR I HOLD AT NIGHT
After my 2nd (final) divorce, I found myself lonely & missing my daughters. The solace inspired my playing guitar & songwriting, though mostly depressing sad songs (not necessarily the "blues"). Even though I didn't want the wicked ex back, I could see how mainstream listeners might relate to having lost a love. Many double-entendres: "down" = southbound -or- depressed "signs" = roadway -or- symbolic direction "inside"/"hide" = put my guitar there -or- as fugitive from law "'n' case" = guitar in case -or- hide my felony charges (since resolved) "strings" = guitar strings -or- "strength" -or- "connection" "Kinda like" = "sort've similar to" -or- "sort've enjoy" "Missing Hue" is another song I wrote: "Hue" = color -or- "you" "out of tunes" = out of tune_ (off key) -or- uninspired to write songs "fool moons" = white w/hole of full moon -or- drop trou to blow raspberry (foolish moon) "blues won't wash away" = blue cloudy night won't make full moon disappear, nor will sadly singing inspire happy melodies. "Guitar I hold" = hour-glass figure is poor substitute for loving woman
I Saw Santa Eating Children
Krampus is Christmas figure from German folklore that comes to whip bad children and eat really bad children. He takes the really bad ones and puts them in the basket he wears on his back.
Gentle stranger
There is a man, in a box
Three Days in May
This poem is to my sweetheart, we met here. Talked for a while. Then we met, we went for a long walk,..... and fell in love!
SOMEWHERE
Just rumbling.
Pennies for Heaven
I cried when she did that. Dedicated to Ronnie B, a fine young man who died much too young.
November tears
November tears fall asleep to their music, the noise of fallen leaves, fast twilight that steals a ray of sunshine dry grass on the hills of Poloniny. November tears flow in lonely times as if they wanted to clean the world wash away
The date
Trying to find dates, and friends!
Everything is so conditional
Everything in this world is so conditional: Moment of wanderings and offenses. I will tell you laconically. That in life there is on all a limit: Friends, enemies, treason, jealousy, I loved not enough, I caressed not enough And value has all
money makes pain...
its not good to live only for money...
Anna loves her Jesus
Another one of my unfinished songs re a born again Christian I knew in college. THE PRAYER: I found myself hiding in my dorm room in Pentagon Dorm. After seven years trying to fix myself since high school and running from people out of fear. I thought OMG I'm never ever going to be better! How can i endure this? Will i be living with social phobia when im 60!! Even at this point no prayer was said yet not until i thought OMG being at college is supposed to be the happiest time of my life. I THEN CRACKED! It was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Spontaneously i sent out a pure heartfelt honest sincere desperate cry for help. I TRIED I CAN'T DO IT BY MYSELF, LORD I NEED HELP. I wish i had journaled what happened in that moment bc i don't remember exactly, which is a bummer, but the next day seemingly out of the blue i decided to thank God for anything positive that might happen during the day even if it was just smile from someone. the cool thing was i actually felt gratitude as positive things began to pile up. I figure on some level i must of turned it over to God. Since He is now running the show or why would i the next day be thanking him for any positive experiences. Why didnt i do it yesterday or a week before. What im saying is something happened out of that prayer either I dont remember or something below my consciousness. This next thing is hard to communicate but I deducted if i did remember what happened in that instance after THE PRAYER i would be propelled back into that sacred holy space.(which is rare for me and out of my control). Just a theory I would be reliving it not just remembering it. Anyway in a month i was completely transformed and having a blast! During this time i felt a strong desire to make up for lost time. And not fall victim to that Mr Grinch part of me that was so afraid of what people might think that kept me not being me and living afraid in a cage called: What will people think! If there was a devil this would be the perfect way to sabotage someone from preventing them from living out their potential! Now though after my transformation which included waking up each morning jumping out of bed cant wait to start the day and go out into the world and be with people. Also l also had a strong need to let people know that they had inherent greatness within them. That they are not seeing their potential. Just like me before the prayer. Interesting tho this thing l was going thru was similar to what l read many years later about what Joseph Campbell talked about re all the hero's journey stories in mythology. After the hero goes thru his trails and is transformed by them he would have the option to go back into the world to help people achieve what he had achieved. l ended up doing outrageous things(a part of me wanted to make up for lost opportunities)BTW it was at this time i started Anna’s Song. Years later looking back I realized it was the happiest time of my life!
answer the last query
i felt in a horrible mood all day today and that's what came out
Pure and Natural thats all about LOVE
Pure and Natural That's all about Love Give more anything u can do anything for this one Sometimes drive u crazy and fool Smiles and tears, Broken heart yes, surely we have ever felt But U need this more than u know before,u never ever understan
Touch
The body trembles in anticipation on touch. I close my eyes and wait until your hand circle incomprehensible characters paving the way oncoming performance.
WHAT I SEE
I've seen the fire, that you think that you should hide. try not to show it, bury it down deep inside. though you don't know it I've seen the flames there in your eyes I know you don't think it's true, but I see more light in you than you do.
I LOOK INSIDE…
This is about how Introspection helps me make sense of the world, and maintain my sanity.
Ode to liberty
Philip Lynot song..
Woman of my dreams
Woman of my dreams where are you are you looking for me like I'm looking for you do you dream of me,at night do you try,to hold me tight though I'm not there oh,woman of my dreams where are you Search and search show me a sign Search
Schönste Gefühl (Most Beautiful Feeling)
Es ist ein seltsames Gefühl habe ich es kommt und geht in mir kein Name davor erscheint wie es in der Nacht versteckt es ist nicht vom Mondlicht beleuchtet die Sonne bei Tag nicht seine Freundin was ist das seltsame Gefühl? Ich glaube nicht, m
Ich bin ganz zufrieden (I am quite happy)
I wrote the poem to say that what I lack is not as important as my serenity and everything I'm blessed with. So many people complain and are resentful and I am grateful for what I do have and I learned how to give thanks for it. Life can be lonely but even then I look forward to every day and appreciate being happy is all I need most in life.
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!
Ghost
Written on Halloween night, of course. I just took an idea I had and ran with it. I have since converted it to a song. I just realized I left a verse off. Fixed now.
You won't even cross my mind
A song I wrote a while back, here is link, you can hear it Thanks http://www.facebook.com/pages/Marcus-Goodman/96514953310
The Zen of Chicken Butchery
Apologies to the vegans...
Texas Roadhouse
Using 50 dollars of gift cards, so the meal was free, next week I'll have seven dollars to put towards the next bill.
Song For Cordor
Nerd time I play Fantasy RPG games In one D&D setting I play a Character that is a Bard He writes and sings about the social evils he see's in an attempt to make the powers that be open their eyes to the suffering of the common folk of the city So this song is really by by Allwyn Marcher When he first performed on the Streets of Cordor, it got him beaten thrown out of a city by the city guards.
___Make It One Day____
Everyday is the same There's no change, there's no joy I feel weak, I feel tired I'm depressed, I'm alone All these thoughts in my head f*ck, it's all a big mess Let's move on and forget All I need is some rest I feel lost, I feel trapped
I breath for you
I wrote this like 20 years ago
Do You Know Me
I write lyrics and put them to music, using my guitar. I imagine what I would say to a woman I'm infatuated with, yet do not know.
Early fall
One of the first songs I ever wrote
I RISE
You can write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, trying to stamp me to the dirt Still, like fire, I rise. Just like moon and sun, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes high springing I Still, like fire, Arise.
Gods Love
when i wrote this poem, i wasfeelin loss of love feeling gods love and not man, talking of gods love for me and not man
Far From Perfect !
written by me ,Bink
Mind, Soul & Heart
Your beautiful face I really miss. Gone from your smile,your touch,your kiss. Your scent is lost without you here, But I still smell your love in the air. Our hearts are one, so is our souls, The love we share I'll never let go. You were
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!
An Angels Shame
Angel has been burned. Falling with smoking wings. Earthbound she is spurned. On and on till it stings. Heaven forgets her face. As she crashes into ground. With outstretched arms knowing, She'll never be found. And yet, No one cries for
RE: Sometimes
Hi, Proudamerican100, So many dreams and wonders residing in me are ready to take center stage in this woman moving forward. Enjoyed the read. Thank you for sharing....
RE: Next to Me
Thanks, Yankee, glad you like. Bella...
RE: The S Files
Thank you Mustapha ... I'm sure that Stully and Muldoon will get to the bottom of this...
RE: the wreck of the catherine anne
My namesake sunk to the bottom of the ocean. So sad - only my name is spelled Kathryn Ann!! Thanks for the great write Ru (as usual)!! Kathy...
RE: The world's last system.
it's a shame though people are waking up , but we are still divided...
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