Unknown
Do you need What you cannot define do you want what you cannot describe are there thoughts not of your own where despair sends your heart into the unknown
~ Do you want me ~
Lonely feelings Do you have them too?
~ Be My Love ~
Ah! The sensuous adventure of Love!
Broken
It hurts when I look at me when I see all my fractured thoughts within my heart that I didn't believe my heart that believed in me my heart that tried to set me free my heart that I broke on
Man's hands.
As wizard of a hand of the man They give, tendernesses and caress. The man's hands a support in life, And a cradle paradise for children Man's hands that source, Will give to drink in hot hot day. They blessing for lovers, And balm the healer
Cold women aren't.
Cold women aren't. Happens - there is nobody to warm. Without expecting, without dreaming, Lives, from life waits for the attacks. Cold women aren't. Happens heat - yes not so. That to muffle up shoulders an ermine, When in soul sheer hell? C
Mercenary
Where is the honor fighting for a country where your women and your children cannot even walk their streets without fear Where is the honor fighting for a government that gives you nothing but pious words nothing but a p
Strong
Your heart does not really break shatter or become insane it is your mind that breaks the chains that trys to hold you in a loving embrace within a heart that is stronger then the fears that you face
Demons Among Us
Parody of Angels Among Us by Alabama. Reminds me of quite a few people I have encountered in my life.
~ The Want of You ~
A dream deep within ~ wanting to be needed ~
Carrie
If you've ever been bullied in school, home, or at work you have to root for this girl, just hoping she could have found a way out of the bully thing and made a good life for herself as I wish all who are tramatized by the mean bullies out there.
Its breakfast time
My breakfast today
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You
You know what its about.
Alone
Something i freestyle uts all real
WHAT COULD'VE BEEN
A tribute to someone who left this world suddenly and too soon, (Lung cancer @ 54). Would love to elaborate but... Added verse 8/23/17
WHY
Reasonable questions!
Its all dark again
Was it so recent that life was all bright and full of promise? It’s all dark now, I can’t see, just shadows of what was, shadows of what could have been. That bright energy pouring from my soul, a new journey planned but not made, where is it?
swim
once you came to me your style of heart gave all for free I thought you were free when you told me what you wanted to be we used to stand around counting time all we had how we could never be sad we might freeze in our form was warm by our
LIFE IS A GIFT (NOT)
originally wrote when somewhat of a believer! Tweaked 8/21/17 new verse
Again
Coming off of what is a pretty hard, one sided, breakup....just feeling off thr top of my head....not complete...
He who greets with fire
The castle knights had been absent for three months engaged in battle with the Manglelegion tribe on the southern side of Celtic Pass.. The small Celtic village comprised mostly of woman and children were nestled between two mountain ridges wh
Legend of Drunken Tales saga.Part One
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The Truth
My scraps .think it is complete but feel kind of short.
Please don't go girl
for a friend who is having writers block inspiration comes from deep inside your soul you must touch to feel and be engulf and reborn like the phoenix
Don't even cry!
Translation from a Georgian poet. In remembrance of a friend of mine who several years ago succumbed to a deadly disease and the indifference of man she loved more than her life!
My Guitar's Rubaiyat
The pain of first love lost...
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
the ballad of Elijah James (as told by her)
mister given that the gulls don't reconcile my running and my fate I'd like your awful less a smile and rain to last till late I'm here in walls and towers wish to tell you plain the beast he smart devours though my heart only is sane here w
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.
The Get away
Freedom..
Keys, Hammers and Strings
seven years old untapped talent passion even then do you remember? we met and with every scale i touched 88 generations of my past my future they were all familiar and loved me as i loved them with every chord the whole world
whine
whine why have I never enough what haunts you we have all things we're empty when erstwhile ruined empires would have every need was our unfulfilled love derided wind abbot'o sea which I now desire witch have I changed helpless wine it's t
Mixed up Mind
this poeam basically as respond of my silent anger after seeing many indecent Indonesian maids videos in certain website. I accidentally stuck in an ads and got caught up in my temper. its seem like my people has branded of being free intimate encounter by others aroung the world. what ashamed.
WORLD BANK BLUES (ALLEN GINSBERG)
World Bank Blues is one of the latest poems written by Ginsberg before his death.
WHY?
Day bows out, night comes in And the music slowly fades Falling mist, sight grows dim The windows close their shades All’s been said No more to cry One question remains God why?
focus
in a lousy mood
fear
the lying began in fear taught to do what all living things do survive it could be said that each lie was a step toward the end but so is just living
wound
to those of sad selfishness the great tragedy may be your fear of exposure of wounds that never heal allowing no possibility for another beating so long have you worn masks so long have you etched them falsely on your own heart would you con