What is old?
I wrote this a few years ago
Ode To Noah
My first poem. I was 13yrs old. I hadn't had a Christian experience yet, but our Mother taught us Bible stories. One night she told the story of Noah and the Ark. That night in my bedroom I was thinking about the story and the words came to me out of nowhere. I grabbed a pencil and started copying the words down as fast as I possibly could! And I've never forgotten them.
Water Without Judgement
The title ‘Water Without Judgement’ popped into my head and it stuck. Huh? What could that mean? Wrote this about 30 years ago and I still wonder. Think I was reading Will Durant’s ‘Story of Philosophy’ at the time. So this book and other works of different philosophers brought my writing of poetry often to take on a philosophical bent.
New
I'm new here, and what I see, this world aint ready for me, I'm unique, I'm different, I won't make your mistakes, I know, don't tell me where to go, Your life is not mine, things will be different, but,,,, now I am older, life got colder... I
Life
My own creation
What?
The walls fall and the debris call, to me, a part of being, now seeing, shut it down and start again, never will that be, Words that mean nothing really mean a lot, don't sweat the small stuff, sometimes enough is enough, Open mind, closed
Lies
I dare to wake stumbling through heavens gate, beauty abounds and noone knows, cept me, I see, creations gift, this picture born, imaginaton scorn, but tis the beauty of life, Tis nothing new, for those fortunate few, who live this way....ever
thought
thought
Short and sweet!
You need to ask questions or you will never know what road to take, which way to go, so observe and learn to find your way, but be yourself, come what may!
I am!
It is what it is. You know.
About you!
Can you live without expression? Can you be,,,,,, alone,,,,, not for eternity, but if you were locked within yourself for a time?, then what would you see?, reality?, defined by who? you or me? would it be then, you would feel,,,,, REAL.
Poets
Obviously credt goes to John Taylor (24 August 1578 – December 1653)
Nothing?
Sometimes, nothing means more!
See!
What do you see through your eyes? Is it differnt to mine?, Is the world conspiring or just fine? Do you believe the world is round?, alien invasion? what have you found? so, we think we are right, always, day or night, you say that, I say this, then
This life!
I'm angry with the present, and I'm angry with the past, the past brought this present, guess nothings meant to last, I don't know about tomorrow or how it will go, I just hope the innocent are spared, I hope we show we cared!
It Is You
Leaves change as time goes by Winds blow as the birds fly. The oceans serge and rivers flow. But I shall never let you go. Stars shine and wishes made Sun arises, then slowly fade. Fields of grass upon the range, The love I have shall not ch
UNITY!
I'm not you, you are not me? but we are you see? This seperation was meant to be, find your place at your own pace, be the you that you want to be, then in time you will see, OUR UNITY.
Time to reflect.
Desist! resist! for we dare not fall into this wayward quest, hearts broken in foolish folly, love scorned as life persists and all for what?, tis better to be than not to be, to find ourselves and not misery, so, friend or foe it matter not, for whe
Up or not?
Space and time mean what?, How long have I got in this spot? For space to exist, we need time, for time to exist we need space, what does that mean for the human race? We exist in our own personal paradigm, what we believe is true for all our time, w
Be you always!
The guarantee of non existance when it hits you between the eyes, makes you realise, that the games we play in our so called lives, well, it's all just lies. Of course we will end, my friend, and when you know just where you go, a
Hope springs eternaly!
So, you try and be, what the world wants to see? Lost in the fantasy, When the world doesn't want you, what will you do, find the real you? I hope it's not to late, I hope it's not your fate I hope you have time, to recreate!
The truth of it all!
Don’t lose your way, my old friend, tomorrow is never going to be the end, Don’t fall in sorrow at the expense of today, today may end and fall away Don’t believe there is nothing more, for tomorrow you will be, that’s for sure, So, cry today fo
The Game!
Someone once said ‘this game is all in the mind, and the mind is all but a game’ oh yes, twas me, we chase our tails constantly. But there is a way we can be free, don’t take the red, don’t take the blue, just open your mind to what is true.
The Journey Home
Age becomes you ,and life dissipates, it flows like water, like a river from the source starts as a trickle, becomes a stream, then a river, and finally joins the great oceans and now, you are not alone, at last, your lonesome journey has brough
What I see!
What I see! Who holds this world in his hands? Who? Not I? Not you?, then who? The world will never be us, Why?, because, We WILL be gone, won't be long, Tomorrow will start anew, The same game will reignite, For Millennium worlds have died
When the leaves fall
The wonderment of bird song, on a summer day, the beauty of the leaves that fall, and how they float , then lay,, .................................................................................................................................
Special Time
We just can't believe, until it's all we can give.
wandering anger
I met her in the winter in a bar upon the hill when the dark was carved by starlight and the moon had paid the bill I stepped in from the wilderness from the howling wind and rain I was weary from my journey's around other p
nothing
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Music From The Winds
This one I wrote was back in 9-18-1997. Like many songs I write, it all started out by fooling around on the guitar. I combined this with both slow and moderate tempo strum and fingerpicking.
irish words
I've been asked to write about Ireland, well, what can I say?, it's wonderful, filled with beauty and charm, tis true, we've got Guinness and something more, that we just can't ignore, we have Presidents come from the USA , no no let me rephrase, we
Question?
Imagine if I was you, what would I see? what would I do?. Imagine if you were me?, what would you see? What would you do? Now, knowing we are free, to be what we want to be? Not lost in captivity, you being me, and I being you, what do you think we s
INTERNET DATING
People live in bubbles now. Safely in their shell. Appearing to communicate. Getting on well. Witty, charming, intelligent, sweet. Someone you really want to meet. Trouble is, and it is a curse. When you meet...the bubble bursts!
The brink, again!
So Russia may invade Ukraine? War again? Wow, how insane! It's obvious its meant to be, unless, those in power are made to see, that WE see, their manulipation, total particapition, guiding it along, they dont care, right or wrong, The highest degr
I Need You, Here Now
Mental illness progresses.......
Loving all!
The simplicity of love , can be, lost in diversity,, love can't sustain the reality, of life,,,love is benign, the idea,, show it anything it cant understand and it dies, love is fickle, love is nothing, love is real,, love is love,,, its what we f
Dating site
I love dating site
Russian warship,, go..
Somehow history got lost in translation, that was then and this is now, we have Iphones, your phones and my phones,we have facebook, youtube, mytube, redtube, twitter, ,, wow, imagine we tweet to each other?,, all rocking robins, its like we are hypn
WONDERING!
And I wonder, if love songs didn't make you sad, and life didn't make you mad, if life was perfect how would you be? And I wonder, if tomorrow was the end of it all, how would you be? what would you do? Its all a question of love and life, oh yes,
Sound
The song pertains to a little bit in everyone. The past, present, and future tense of what we had, what we lost, and regaining the strength to live on; but, also, to remind ourselves to never give up the thought of possibilities. I wrote this one 8-26-2021
Reality beckons!
I won't respond if you say this or that, I won't be available for nonsense chat, I won't accept text or anything next, I won't reply if I think you lie, I won't be here to communicate, I won't, I won't...this is so......why am I alone?....I just