I guess...
Seems i cant post my stories here... only get 4000 characters to work with... so here is a little dity i wrote a while back. enjoy Thanks, Rev@32
from the Bible 1 Cor 13, 4-7
It´s the best descriptio of love ever heard.
On Being Beta
Self explanitory...
Magic
We all have a bit of magic, Coming from within, You can see it twinkle in an eye, or a wicked little grin. Think of all the people, For whom life is so grim. they drag themselves from day to day, with no vigor and no vim. Just living in t
River
Show me a sign of troubles in your heart. Spare me your lies and tell me that you're mine. Made me a slave to the secrets of your silence. But you told me to stay. And you told me you're mine. And our bodies float on the river to the oceans of demise
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Raven
It's a description of a Raven
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!
Moon
It's a description about the Moon.
Made in China
How broad can bald eagle spread wings? Over Gag and Magog, to the east, and the place of morning calm When she is molting a spot is unclothed, New Orleans in the south Red China swelling in Asia with great sway An occult war manufact
Dont ever question that
(this is not a poem, i get alot of my poetic influence from musicians and alot of people miss out on good stuff because there not into a certain genre of music so enjoy ill be posting more in the future. If you have any questions as to the artist or would like more references id be glad to answer.)
Open Wide
On staying optimistic in these trying times...
I do believe
Just a poem about my go I lost in a wreck
ME WITHOUT YOU
JUST SPEAKING MY MIND
Can dreams become reality
This poem is about a lost love
sky
this poem s for anyone who like a person morethen everything .
Dusk
The poem is an imagistic description of dusk.
Echoes of Defeat
We marched to the fore, With bravery and might, Hopes of wining battle, But our hopes were out of sight. The fight hard and long, swords and spell clashed in the dark, with the echoes of defeat, weighing heavy on our hearts. We fought wit
My babe
Touch of words ignites the senses and promises they give hope for the next day. Waiting is no longer a void and distance barrier not to beat. Joy it's heart palpitations with smile kissing my lips and body tremor when you talk to me
THE END - POLITICALLY CORRECT CHRISTMAS ©
I felt much better after I got it all off my chest.... and that I made people laugh.
Kathy
We were lovers for about six months and I have many fond memories...
black country girl song
late night didle dabbing
Missing You
I wrote this poem when my wife told me she doesn't love me anymore and left me.
Round and Round
A thought on life
An Afternoon Snorkel
Amazing! Thanks JerseyGirl for suggesting this as a poem topic!
Thinking About You
on your darkest of days with your lonliest of thoughts. when love seems to have dried up at it's source. (and) time for others may be is a luxury you just can't afford. remember, someone should be thinking about you. words can be given freely y
let the yeats be kind
this cabin be the same as real though the texture has a different feel her fingerprints upon the door scuffed heel scar upon the floor in walked she as moonlit shone her ghost a'rest upon my own the lake her eye oft frozen
Ode to Eros
It's a poem about Erotic love.
a love like
I wish i could find a girl like this
The Feast
Have you ever watched a crescent moon tiptoe cross the sky or sang in haunting harmony with the nightbird as she flies? Have you tasted every color of the rainbow's lofty hues or reveled in the raindrop's kiss? or drank of morning dew? Have y
YOUR KISS
YOU CAN FEEL REAL LOVE FROM KISS KISS OF LOVE, KISS OF FAKE KISS OF SPLIT KISS OF WILDDERNESS KISS OF SATISFACTION KISS OF LONELYNESS BUT KISS IS WONDERFUL FEELING FO
Rain
It's a description of Rain.
POLITICALLY CORRECT CHRISTMAS©
i wrote it when I was angry when we were supposed to say, Happy Holiday in stead of Merry Christmas.
I saw
I saw suffering today. It was closed, quiet, curled up into a small ball, dressed in thin robes. I saw suffering today. His big eyes looked at me in silence were looking for help. I saw suffering today. When they reached out begging for hel
Dawn
It's a description of dawn.
SHE is FIRE
Yeh... I was and I am still OBSESSED though I know SHE is gone behind those densed beard... the time SHE comes ...she distract me, the time SHE goes ...she attracts me, I still 'been keeping SHEvaa and SHE is FIRE as narrowlly described in Shiva
Moving...
I went back to him again. How could I be that silly? Finally the love I had for him is gone. Since July 2019 I've moved 20 + times! Back and forth to him. I've learnt a lot, that's always a bonus... At last I've come to my senses...and I've forgiven him and myself, thank God...??
Spirits Beckon
I wrote this 6-1-1998. A slow "dead" drumbeat with bass and easy guitar sound playing, except the solo part(s) I added to this song. But, no matter how good it may sound, you can always change it! lol
New Bride
They strayed below the greening hills to love. He'd show her how, When breezes raised her tumbling hair and kissed her fevered brow, to rise above and float the larks suspended in the air who'd sing the tune of wakening upon the lady fair. Th
Election Day
Tomorrow is election day around here and I'm so tired of the campaign ads I could just scream!
Hunger
From a conversation...