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Ideas
Ideas
I rid myself of you at long last
though you stay a wart upon my past.
Sleepless nights and pain deep within
grudgingly came from you, not given!
I remember how on that very first night
you took advantage of an unfair fight.
That fiery night when your ghostly shape
came to me as I boozed upon the grape!
Looking beyond the empty page I saw you
innocent, naively I watched, you grew.
Remorse? Not mine, your bewitching crime
you’ve been a b*tch to me this time!
Winging in the post to be another’s pest
dispatched you are gone, I am at rest.
Free of you I can drink and have some fun
an idea? God! Here comes another one!
sonofadam
I rid myself of you at long last
though you stay a wart upon my past.
Sleepless nights and pain deep within
grudgingly came from you, not given!
I remember how on that very first night
you took advantage of an unfair fight.
That fiery night when your ghostly shape
came to me as I boozed upon the grape!
Looking beyond the empty page I saw you
innocent, naively I watched, you grew.
Remorse? Not mine, your bewitching crime
you’ve been a b*tch to me this time!
Winging in the post to be another’s pest
dispatched you are gone, I am at rest.
Free of you I can drink and have some fun
an idea? God! Here comes another one!
sonofadam
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Posted: Jul 2009
Post Comment
Imagine MI5 or CIA agents discussing Poetry.
What would they write?
Would it be politically right?
Would it state their favourite bites?
Would it involve fights?
Would you have to be bright?
to understand it.
Would it be trite?
Too many thoughts?
Would it be politically right?
Would it state their favourite bites?
Would it involve fights?
Would you have to be bright?
to understand it.
Would it be trite?
Too many thoughts?
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Posted: Jul 2009
About this poem:
Typed by me in minutes.For A' That
For A’ That
Some words by Burns are hard to follow
yet his words are still true for a’ that.
Though we are now in his long tomorrow
some things don’t change for a’ that.
Burns and Scott’s words are my daily bread
but I remain my own man for a’ that.
Here I use the idea of the words they’ve said
they are still my own words for a’ that!
Justice is justice regardless of why or when
but must be seen to be done for a’ that.
Society’s laws are decreed by its wise men
yet they still break God’s for a’ that.
Though time stamps man’s evolutionary climb
man still has much to learn for a’ that.
He has chased rainbows ends through all time
but rarely catches them for a’ that!
Though some men profess to be of a third kind
a real man is still a man for a’ that.
While scientists search and now and then find
the secrets of medicines and a’ that.
They still cannot cure the greed or degradation
nor the common cold for a’ that.
Or think of a way to stop religious segregation
so all men can be brothers for a’ that!
See rich men through history’s thick dark pages
with poor men at their beck and a’ that.
Paying what they have defined as decent wages
yet poor men are still poor for a’ that.
Sure, some words by Burns are hard to follow
but he still told the truth for a’ that.
Though man may dream of a better tomorrow
some things won’t change for a’ that!
sonofadam
Some words by Burns are hard to follow
yet his words are still true for a’ that.
Though we are now in his long tomorrow
some things don’t change for a’ that.
Burns and Scott’s words are my daily bread
but I remain my own man for a’ that.
Here I use the idea of the words they’ve said
they are still my own words for a’ that!
Justice is justice regardless of why or when
but must be seen to be done for a’ that.
Society’s laws are decreed by its wise men
yet they still break God’s for a’ that.
Though time stamps man’s evolutionary climb
man still has much to learn for a’ that.
He has chased rainbows ends through all time
but rarely catches them for a’ that!
Though some men profess to be of a third kind
a real man is still a man for a’ that.
While scientists search and now and then find
the secrets of medicines and a’ that.
They still cannot cure the greed or degradation
nor the common cold for a’ that.
Or think of a way to stop religious segregation
so all men can be brothers for a’ that!
See rich men through history’s thick dark pages
with poor men at their beck and a’ that.
Paying what they have defined as decent wages
yet poor men are still poor for a’ that.
Sure, some words by Burns are hard to follow
but he still told the truth for a’ that.
Though man may dream of a better tomorrow
some things won’t change for a’ that!
sonofadam
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Posted: Jul 2009
About this poem:
"Burns and Scott's words..." That's Robert Burns and Sir Walter Scott.I'm poisoned
I'm dying,
I'm poisoned
With darkness,
With crowd!
I'm trying
To whisper
But shouting
So loud!
I'm hiding -
I'm found!
I'm praying
To you...
I'm dying,
I'm poisoned,
I'm poisoned
With you!
Forgive me
I'm flying
To you
In your dreams...
I'm witch...
No, I'm poisoned
With distance,
With sting!
I'm dying,
I'm poisoned
With waiting,
With time...
I'm dying,
I'm poisoned,
I need you
To survive...
17.04.2009
I'm poisoned
With darkness,
With crowd!
I'm trying
To whisper
But shouting
So loud!
I'm hiding -
I'm found!
I'm praying
To you...
I'm dying,
I'm poisoned,
I'm poisoned
With you!
Forgive me
I'm flying
To you
In your dreams...
I'm witch...
No, I'm poisoned
With distance,
With sting!
I'm dying,
I'm poisoned
With waiting,
With time...
I'm dying,
I'm poisoned,
I need you
To survive...
17.04.2009
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Posted: Jun 2009
Post CommentLive Your Life
In the past we were all a little different one way or another.
We laughed, yet a little imperfect says the others.
As kids we got in trouble and cared what people thought.
Parents we would rumble, and flared others when caught.
Growing up shouldn't be perminate, nor should it be forgotten.
Growing up couldn't be a deterant, nor could it be rotten.
Life should be fun, enjoyable, and endless.
Life should be bright like the sun, encredable, and trendless.
It should be something that you want it to be.
Not something someone else think they see.
Its your life, you live it, live it with progress.
Its your life, encourage shit, live it with couragousness.
Stand up and open your eyes, see the world, but know you can't help everyone.
Stand up and do not cry, the key is your world, but show you can try to help someone.
Time changes how we think, how we do things.
Chimes ding dang as they show signs of a singing.
Though some days are rough, and some days are silent.
Some days are corupt, and some days are revivement.
Yesterday was yesterday, and today is today.
Tomarrow will always be tomarrow and it will always be okay.
Awaken yourself, to not worry about yesterday, and to not see today, but to overcome all obsicals tomarrow.
Live your life, with out any sarrow.
Live your life
We laughed, yet a little imperfect says the others.
As kids we got in trouble and cared what people thought.
Parents we would rumble, and flared others when caught.
Growing up shouldn't be perminate, nor should it be forgotten.
Growing up couldn't be a deterant, nor could it be rotten.
Life should be fun, enjoyable, and endless.
Life should be bright like the sun, encredable, and trendless.
It should be something that you want it to be.
Not something someone else think they see.
Its your life, you live it, live it with progress.
Its your life, encourage shit, live it with couragousness.
Stand up and open your eyes, see the world, but know you can't help everyone.
Stand up and do not cry, the key is your world, but show you can try to help someone.
Time changes how we think, how we do things.
Chimes ding dang as they show signs of a singing.
Though some days are rough, and some days are silent.
Some days are corupt, and some days are revivement.
Yesterday was yesterday, and today is today.
Tomarrow will always be tomarrow and it will always be okay.
Awaken yourself, to not worry about yesterday, and to not see today, but to overcome all obsicals tomarrow.
Live your life, with out any sarrow.
Live your life
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Posted: Jun 2009
About this poem:
I wrote this short poem sept 15th 2007. I'm unsure why at the moment I wrote it. But it probally has something to do w/ the flow of the peom. Cuz I can't write just because. I write based on what I was thinking about at that moment lolz.You were flying...
You were some blue bird,
You were flying
Between happyness and destiny.
You were thinking
To wind up with dew
To heaven…
You were white ghost,
You were flying
Over the sun!
You were touching
Something
In dense smoke…
You were screaming
With white thirst
For exhausted Earth.
You were dreaming
That some day
You will stop to be a soul.
25.06.2009
You were flying
Between happyness and destiny.
You were thinking
To wind up with dew
To heaven…
You were white ghost,
You were flying
Over the sun!
You were touching
Something
In dense smoke…
You were screaming
With white thirst
For exhausted Earth.
You were dreaming
That some day
You will stop to be a soul.
25.06.2009
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Posted: Jun 2009
Post Comment
Tomorrow
Tomorrow smile at someone
That you've never seen before
Take time to think of others that
You feel compassion for.
Tomorrow tell somebody
How they brighten up your day.
Let random acts of kindness
Put your feelings on dispaly.
Tomorrow hug your children
Somewhat thighter than before
Be sure to think of all the things
You can be thankful for.
Pet your dog a little longer
Hug and kiss your husband/wife
Thank your God for giving you
Another day of life.
That you've never seen before
Take time to think of others that
You feel compassion for.
Tomorrow tell somebody
How they brighten up your day.
Let random acts of kindness
Put your feelings on dispaly.
Tomorrow hug your children
Somewhat thighter than before
Be sure to think of all the things
You can be thankful for.
Pet your dog a little longer
Hug and kiss your husband/wife
Thank your God for giving you
Another day of life.
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Posted: Jun 2009
About this poem:
Tmorrow will be better and enjoy by what u haveTheatre In The Mist
Theatre In The Mist
Like curtains drawn over the hill in a cloudy cloth
the still mist hangs concealing man's forward path.
Bald patches on wooded heads in audience appear
as Autumn in style bows out of its part for a year,
to a bad tempered Winter rehearsing in the wings
who enters stage left when his northern wind sings.
Mimicking the last wolf searching for his lost band
heartbroken in his quest he forsakes the land,
To man, who relentlessly drove him into time's mist
extinct yet still calling for the eerie wind will insist.
Now slowly come the changes in what man pursues
for my part I wonder how much nature can excuse.
Man, who in greed took the land with all it can give
assuming after this there is another life he can live.
how, in quick time, his sins to nature he will forget
that he enters heaven, forgiven, and yet, and yet!
sonofadam
Like curtains drawn over the hill in a cloudy cloth
the still mist hangs concealing man's forward path.
Bald patches on wooded heads in audience appear
as Autumn in style bows out of its part for a year,
to a bad tempered Winter rehearsing in the wings
who enters stage left when his northern wind sings.
Mimicking the last wolf searching for his lost band
heartbroken in his quest he forsakes the land,
To man, who relentlessly drove him into time's mist
extinct yet still calling for the eerie wind will insist.
Now slowly come the changes in what man pursues
for my part I wonder how much nature can excuse.
Man, who in greed took the land with all it can give
assuming after this there is another life he can live.
how, in quick time, his sins to nature he will forget
that he enters heaven, forgiven, and yet, and yet!
sonofadam
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Posted: Jun 2009
About this poem:
Destruction of the rain forests can never be forgiven!Heavenly Invasion
A chorus of angels,
Sang her praises,
Ever so soft and sweet.
Rising in crescendo,
Speeding up tempo,
Inspiration and joy did meet.
Of all the things I long for,
You have to be mine for keeps.
No halfway, no middle ground,
You`re in too far, way too deep.
Heaven`s serenade,
Drowning out the thunder,
Of Hell`s parade,
Through my heart.
Locked in my mind,
Only thoughts of you,
In holy time,
To the voices inside me.
Angelic voices sing,
Can`t you hear them,
Is it all in my head?
Infinite part harmony,
Totally inundating me,
Lifting me from my dread.
Blessed in the bask of her gaze,
When finally she looks upon me.
I fear she makes up new plays,
To tear my heart from inside me.
Heaven`s serenade,
Drowning out the thunder,
Of Hell`s parade,
Through my heart.
Locked in my mind,
Only thoughts of you,
In holy time,
To the voices inside me.
Sang her praises,
Ever so soft and sweet.
Rising in crescendo,
Speeding up tempo,
Inspiration and joy did meet.
Of all the things I long for,
You have to be mine for keeps.
No halfway, no middle ground,
You`re in too far, way too deep.
Heaven`s serenade,
Drowning out the thunder,
Of Hell`s parade,
Through my heart.
Locked in my mind,
Only thoughts of you,
In holy time,
To the voices inside me.
Angelic voices sing,
Can`t you hear them,
Is it all in my head?
Infinite part harmony,
Totally inundating me,
Lifting me from my dread.
Blessed in the bask of her gaze,
When finally she looks upon me.
I fear she makes up new plays,
To tear my heart from inside me.
Heaven`s serenade,
Drowning out the thunder,
Of Hell`s parade,
Through my heart.
Locked in my mind,
Only thoughts of you,
In holy time,
To the voices inside me.
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Posted: Jun 2009
Post CommentShadow
You’re just a shadow,
Forgotten shadow
From nowhere.
You’re coming here,
You’re smiling
With grey smile…
You’re just a shadow…
Tell me your name,
Give me your pain…
You’re just a shadow,
But somehow I know
You were some crazy feeling…
You were some heavy tense…
You were so bright and deep…
You were some bitter destiny…
You’re just a shadow.
You’re just small shadow
That came from nowhere.
16.06.2009
Forgotten shadow
From nowhere.
You’re coming here,
You’re smiling
With grey smile…
You’re just a shadow…
Tell me your name,
Give me your pain…
You’re just a shadow,
But somehow I know
You were some crazy feeling…
You were some heavy tense…
You were so bright and deep…
You were some bitter destiny…
You’re just a shadow.
You’re just small shadow
That came from nowhere.
16.06.2009
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Posted: Jun 2009
About this poem:
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