Liar, liar pants on fire
He is his usual talkative self today. I can hear him from blocks away. He is first, he is the loudest In the midst of where the crowd is. Like any cult leader To many true believers He is God in the flesh No a demagogue at best. In front mi
the Old Age
Nonet A nonet is a nine-line poem. In the nonet form, each line contains specific, descending syllable counts. The first line contains nine syllables, the second line contains eight, and the third line contains seven, and so on. The last line of nonet poetry contains one syllable.
Piscean Peace
silence tide waves of comfort soothe my ears cool my soul wash my heart liquid quiet with closed eyes some imagine death dark and still dormancy mine transcendence welcome spirit released to wander explore return wringing wet with r
My true love forever
Its about just always being caring and loving my girl. And I would do anything to make her day brighter. And if she were sick I would do anything to make her comfortable. I'm a very compassionate mate and am patient.
Life
life can be hard at times
Keys
Clipped wings and hobbled ankles His idea of love Blinders and in a box His idea of love Why did I give him the keys? A jogger jogs to clear the head I have heard that said A dancer dances and the artist paints For the glory of the audienc
We grow old not from an old age
We grow old not from an old age Not from the lived years. We grow old for fatigue, For offenses and from sins. From melancholy and hopelessness, From unfulfilled love, From everyday hopelessness, Daily vanity From cares that are only mult
What
What path is taken Cannot be taken back And footprints mark And wash away Like memories we thought Would be remembered A journal always open Better left blank
Be Still
Chill ......
A little chat
My heart woke me in pain last night, My mind was awake having coffee and writing in dreams, how can I help? come here, sit! I´m listening. Heart said: why? You´ll never know, don´t ask stupid questions, did it hurt? Yeap, it did. It w
Prison
Living with RA
Dixie Flags Everywhere
I didn't know she was a confederate soldier Dixie flags everywhere If I want to keep living I'll keep my distance Stand way over here and stare Once upon a time I asked her if she had a Dixie spirit She nodded her head said yes and now I know
where are my wings
I have PTSD and was trying to express my recovery. I dont know if it will make sense to you but it makes complete to me
Sleep poem
Yawn, ah I need some bed time, this should do it, try to get through it without nodding off haha.
Judge me not from guddudenz
When I wrote it, it was hard finding the exact words to match my feelings. It is not targeted at anyone, its just saying what I saw when I was in that rehabilitation center, to what I see now.
Self Image
Look into yourself, tell me, what do you see? Is this what you wanted? Is it how it should be? Did you settle for second best, was it easier to gain? Or did you strive for your dreams, even if you failed again and again? Did you fake who you are
Second Chance New Beginning
You rarely get a second chance, to have a new beginning, so take this chance in both hands, and really start a living. A living free of all the drugs, and others expectation, where you can be who you are, and build your own foundation. Fo
To Backache
To Backache My curse upon your seething blight keeping me from a restful night, persistent as any nagging wife the scourge of any good man’s life! Yet my cursing I feel goes astray as the pain persists through the day, like Burns’s toothac
stationary existance
Rest the mind, if only for a bit :)
notes of pain
i close my eyes as the pain waves over my wrist and shuts down the cognitive it takes me back to the primitive totally uninhibited a fragile symphony as my body tries to heal a hand that would fit in a dali landscape the wrist bent back over
hope is creating a garden in my life
hope is a word often said yet undernourished in these broken healing days it has planted seeds in my heart its an opportunity for rebirth snd awakening in the midst of the frustration it quietly blooms reminding me that as the days ahead br
The Delicate Chaos of a Fragile Mind
I still can't grasp the reality that I'm alone With my children almost grown I am the killer of smiles The death of men again and agian With no way to be weak Only wish I could weep And I never, never, never sleep Trying to find what do
whats for tea
woudnt it be nice to eat what you want and not to worry what people will say
The coach Potatoe
The moral of the poem is excercise more
"3"
go figure
Fear Not
Statements made joyously
Asperger Syndrome
This poem talks about my thoughts about my condition known as Asperger Syndrome, a dash of Autism. I was diagnosed with it at the age of 13.
another log on the fire
Deserved time for self:) where the past, the now, the future never meet:)
mouse
short ditty from the past about a dear eastern friend who was ill
body body body
whatev
Land Eaters
Eventually, everything will be made out of concrete and steel.
Goddam Whiskey
I like to sample a bit, but I also prefer to be economical, so I commit to a fifth (750ml for you metric types!) at a time. Great when it all goes well, but having that amount of a poor drink can really bring a fellow down. :) Oh well, nothing ventured, nothing gained!
Remember Me
The terrible affliction of memory loss, either by illness or age, such a terrible thing to happen!.
in the shower
workin' on a fresh start now...
Mirror
It is about one that feels pain and sees it in others yet feels it difficult at the same time for the individual to accept it making excuses for the feelings that is present and stating that the issues are nothing as the ones others have to face.
oh thanks
I'll kill you
A Time for Letting Go
They say they're more addictive than heroin. Got to kick 'em anyway...
Pretty Fine Day
Hope springs eternal...
The good things of life...
A regal sunset or a surreal moonrise, The cry of an exotic bird from the Amazon, The thrilling energy of a carnivore disembowelling its prey, The smell of ozone in the air after a thunderstorm, A cup of strong organic coffee shared with a close f
Beware The PMS
A humorous look at pre menstrual syndrome/tension......you poor men..rofl
digest
again with the food / inspirational / love conundrum ...let's make it health ;-)
Healthcare in America
It's just like the poem says