Ghosts
~~ Knew a lot of soldiers who were very broken from the things they saw and did in the line of duty... also for the many people ive spoken with over the decades who could not face their own ghosts and continued to hide until it killed them ~~ **** the font on this is deliberately set low to shade into the background to set ambience for the writing****
PROFUSION
These are lyrics I wrote to one of my original songs I performed with my previous rock band. The words personify one of my diverse styles of prose, because it incorporates an overly abundant/excessive (profuse) amount of poetic elements bombarded into each line. (See also "Enchanting View" for similar Profuse style; See my Profile for Illustations of both compostions, under "Photos". Thanks for reading : )
The Past
There is no past What was I thinking? My past is gone Different zip codes Phone numbers and faces I have forgotten many Places and faces and Who I remember have Forgotten me and What is done is done Facebook has new Faces New place
Time
The old saying goes You can please some of them some of the time but, can't please them all the time. Love never happens on time but always at the proper time. We are a race obsessed with time always in a hurry going nowhere waiting within tim
Faceless man
To be a faceless man to hide within the shadows stealth as I can Nobody would know if I shed a tear or judge me happy or sad or running in fear. Oh, but I may not be truly seen of what others could try to glean if I had no face to clean. I
A New Life (for Emily)
A poem I wrote for my friend Helen when she was pregnant with her daughter Emily.
Decisive
Who doesn't flip a coin?
Give The Answer Of Heart
This poem is written for proudy feel of all,who do not care enough to care for love when love follow with all bowing head.............
Vanessa, explained
If I could hold the quill of truth over the page of unfolding story and hold it still and let the page itself write the words of your defining glory if I could see the candle that lights the table beside your bed and see that l
Then Now Never
Life among the Maya indigenous of Santiago Atitlan, Guatemala
On the Side of the Road
Guess where I wrote this...
Penitent man follows the footsteps of god
Part two of my anti-self reflection
Oh Baby, You Made Me That Way
How a kiss and love brings out emotions.
Out In The Pasture At Dusk
Observations from the top of the windmill and on life in general.
“What to say today in May to Jay”
like most of the poems I wrote, I was probably just having fun with the word play and/ or rhyming of it.
the unasked question
baby, hills run dry beneath your velvet sky outside i queue for gas in the rain baby, I don't know how the tale of us will go don't walk away on stepping stones of pain your smile is a light on a cold dark night look and search my
Mixed up thoughts
Mix your thoughts All jumbled up Life's body grows from seed to dust From youth to adults we gather are thoughts Who are we why we here where we going we do not know On are sole journey Full of life highs and lows We battle are thoughts
iron bars
I came from the sea.. I came from the sea.. is that woman still there.. does she still wait on me..? I took a life.. I took a life.. as a life tried to take mine from me.. so I left my ship and hid inside the bark of a lonesome tree.. until hunge
Moondance
One night She danced upon the moon A summer night of June The stars sang to her a lovely tune Yet, tears flowed from her eyes as she looked up into the night skies She could hear the howling of the wolf cries as the wind whistled and moaned.
Girl with Flowers
The girl with the flowers Walked by Her bouquet was small, pert And pretty. She stared off, As she walked; Nonchalantly - Her fingers forming little spirals With the ribbons on her bouquet. Her hair was coloured A bright Auburn red Sh
A Cow Horse
I wrote this just after the last time I was pitched off of a big "Bay Mare" in January of this year
A conversation with my beloved
Oer' the clouds so high through the crimson sky Terns dance and fly playing happily towards the tide. The ocean ebbs and flows to to the subtle motion of the moon glow. My beloved appeared unto me out of the wind swept sea I see her walki
Blessings of the Moonflower
Visions of the Goddess have danced in my head She writhed and twisted as if I had her abed The shock of awe was nothing to dread She has filled my dreams as water on the “bled” Now her magic fills me in her stead Leading me onward where cowards
As I Make My Way
This song is about taking "the journey".If you have then "you know". If you haven't then you'll never understand.
Are you real ?.
Will there be happiness? Is it really a feeling that emerges at the best moments? Or maybe just some flash created by moments filled with complete joy? It will be my question a cliché, everything is based on the time we empty our mind, what never mot
Sunflowers and Seraphim
Today I wind sunflowers into my hair hoping their glory will bathe me golden again. On days like these I believe I am nothing but a sunkissed seraph burning with love unable to find my way back into heaven.
HOUSE MOUSE
HOUSE MOUSE Out from the big house, ran a little, gay, mouse. Wearing an old tattered blouse, and looking for some crack. Out of no where he heard a loud shot, and turned around to look at his back. I should've stayed straight was his fin
The pain of love
When the pain of love is just too much that eventually one needs a crutch to hold together the pieces of a fragmented heart When nothing seems to matter As that last desperate effort to salvage what is left We are still in bereft When
shelter from the dorm
twas a time of fresh worn innocence, eighteen years of age, and the writ of my experience fell short upon the page, ragged as a student who had never eaten warm, come in she said and welcome.. to the ladies dorm hardly out of smallburg, green as a
Choices
Time of making changes all stated here.
kiss
you and me sitting on the edge of memory the radio sings about the things we want to do your kisses bring a rising spring of honeydew its gonna be a long memory searching for the taste of your sweet love it's been a long time s
The Sun Stealer
Oh ya i forgot. Hi Everyone.. Still quite new here. Just trying to share what i wrote all these times. Have a nice times for all of you :)
Wednesday-canoeing..
My poem is all about my canoe outing, to-day, Wednesday, on a sunny, clear, warm day. I described the blue, calm sea, sandy beach, golden sands. Canoeing is a nice sport, I feel in heaven, alone, tiny in the immense sea, ok, not far from shore. As re: "mermaid",it could be love of Nature, Love, happines...all reflect Love..one is never alone, as Love is being happy, not sad.
PIN CITY
The centre of the universe The ONLY thing that's real Any act, it doesn't matter Just make that cocaine deal! The last high is still receding It wasn't quite enough The next one may achieve it. Need more and better stuff. That pinnacle of
The Art of Qualms
I was inspired to write this poem after countless misunderstandings with my dearest mother in which we were both equally wrong. The thorny way of life and sudden changes gave rise to the rose that in second stanza becomes a symbol of mothers love. No matter how much I have meaninglessly hurt her she was always there and always is... The third stanza refers rather to things that remained unsaid still awaiting to be mentioned.
'back road' original song. '87
1st song I ever wrote. I was 17. :) it's had some staying power with me for sure.
FAIRY DANCE
FAIRY DANCE And gaily dance we did, amidst the trees, To enchanting fairy music, 'neat soft moonlight, Until dawn's light called softly, on whispered breeze, Then wearily we traipse home, to fairy fort, within. Until once more, well reste
Tide of Change
Stepping into sunshine, what's in store. Time for change, time to move on. Walking new pathways, Learning more. On unfamiliar land do I thread. Friends to guide me, were I am Good things go with me it's time to change. Seasons chang
night from Crystal
In a mill slept at nights in the whirl to scare. With hands clasped,because up there is inseparably away From the human inseparably. Kristal night, come with me And you can scare me. and flew from the top, your close stranglehold bottle,
The Moon lights tear?
The moon haunts me with a brightness that screams through the deafening darkness of the night...A light I wish to embrace for the enlightening...A light that that travels away from my inner most flaws...I internally chase, and attemp to hunt it.... B
Enigma
A mystery.
Against the Odds...Haiku.
A poem of hope for Ukraine.