The truth will prevail!
The lies of today will fall on the shoulders of the young tomorrow, look back in sorrow, record for posterity, the truth, the reality of how this came to be and what we saw, and what we see, should never again come to be!
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
Just a thought-
So where did you find Jesus? Hiding in a tree? away from you and me? Until you tracked him down, and then,,, what? The rain stopped?, the sun came out?, you won the lottery?,your car turned into a new mercedes? your bank account found new zeros?,,,
neat whiskey (and untidy women)
drank whiskey from her navel after hours in a bar heard the sound of my breathing through the lungs of your guitar and lightnings just a broken string on horizon's air guitar cloudy lyrics fall as rain through the windscre
Canadian girl
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 people's pain
sand
friends hear me now and hear my plea I've wintered long in fields of sea I've fought and fight against the wind I've seen both poles and seen them twinned yet all things to come and those before are just footfalls outside the door and though
Leap to Freedom (The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog)
At yelping speed she travelled across an emerald lawn, pursued by gnarling nightmares as the darkness nipped the dawn. Her ears, amber triangles, bush glittering crystal dew, body sleek with rivulets, glowed red with exhaustion's hue. Her
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.
Yvonne
She saved me!
uptown girl
you and me in a little car shop buying dreams with the money we got but dreams are free at the break of dawn one by one we let them go ninety nine cents ain't a dollar your daddy's rich and I'm blue collar floating down the high
IF SHE'D SHUT UP U'D UNSTAND AMBER'S RUN
IF YOU READ THIS VERSION FIRST THEN YOU MISSED THE WHOLE POINT OF THE POETRY..IF YOU READ THIS THEN THERE'S NO NEED TO READ IT AGAIN...SORRY, MY NEIGHBOR IS RASTAFARIAN AND INVITES ME OVER ALMOST NIGHTLY TO DO WHAT RASTAFARIAN'S DO AND THE MUSIC THEY PLAY...I HAVE EVERY BOB MARLEY SONG EVER WRITTEN AND RECORDED...SOME NEVER GOT ON ALBUMS...WHY, BECAUSE THE MAN HAD MORE SOUL, AND BELIEVED IN ALL THE RIGHT THINGS.....AND HE DIDN'T FORGET THE POOR!
YOUR NOT ALONE
When the stars stop shinning, And the wind begins to blow Ill still be here smiling, can you feel my warm glow. The world you know so heavy, Full of darkness sorrow and pain, Take my hand sweet child, Ill shelter you from the rain. Togethe
For My Future Lover
Roses are red violets are blue sugar is sweet and so are you!!
The Knight's sword
This poem is from the perspective of a sword; it also is a double entendre on how a sword is crafted as well as how a knight's character is developed. It's also a bit personal to me too because it ties in my resolve also. Enjoy!
The Ballad of Wal Mart John
On a timeless golf course worked Wal-Mart John, Cajun, crazy, confused,and middle aged, his niceness overlapped his psychotic self, happy with life the course was his stage. Wal Mart was the biggest running joke, but he did not care at all, I
To The Bottom Of The Sea
Wrote this one 11-15-1997. This is one of my songs to where I wrote out the chorus and then lead vocals instead of the other way around. Until then
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.
the rebuild
she was crying in the sea unloved and worn she spoke to me her heart and boards were long ripped out her diesel engine left in doubt yet I heard her heard her true in her estuary of blue I spent a fortune on her hull I slept ben
the perfect woman
say it in a sequence of silent lullabies say it in the echoed phrases of goodbye say it a way that one day makes me care say it so I kayak through the rapids of your hair say it without speaking without thought or conscious guile say it
Love and the night
Not me, ChatGPT again filling in a quiet period of poetry, where are our poets, all enjoying summer in the north no doubt
scars
Pop, it's that time of year when Christmas is nearby the earth has made its trip again around the velvet sky we fought like tigers all the time we both could not back down and once I grew beyond your frame I stood and beat you down
In the beginning!
Once upon a time when you were you and I was I, and nothing grew, and noone knew, when the still was all there was, what oh what could we do? Then we found a way, to release and be, the you and the me, To create something new, hidden in view, ac
Unmatched
Today I do not find an adequate start to dedicate some lines that make you blush, I seek in my conscience pieces of your personality that bring my muse back to inspiration, you are the daily work of my thoughts, that is the reason why I am full of yo
The days of now!
So, the ruling few have been bitten in the a** by one of their own, what will they do now? Oh they cant believe nor comprehend, how this will go or how it will end, Putin screwed them, now hes not their friend, time to regroup, hes not in their loop.
Silly
Confused
The waiting
just playing around
Truthfully life with no vision!
To learn, to know, to be, to grow, and all the could be’s, and All the should be’s lost in ignorance, a waste of space and a Waste of time, a waste of life no reason no rhyme, At sixteen, just a teen, at twenty one, more to be seen, At thirty o
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,, .................................................................................................................................
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
I Need You, Here Now
Mental illness progresses.......
THE 'PILLAR
Following our divorce, my ex fell into an addiction to drugs & alcohol, due primarily to the crowd she began hanging out with, plus her low self-esteem she'd gotten as a result of her mother's overbearing disapproval, and my one-time infidelity (I deserved her divorcing me). At her lowest, she found herself homeless then locked in rehab. She was in dire need of reminding her of the lady I once knew: honest, intelligent and a truly beautiful soul inside & out, just like our daughter together, Destiny. These words freely spilt onto the paper Destiny & I delivered to her, and she felt they were "God inspired" towards motivating her to complete the drug program successfully and reevaluate her priorities & attitude. I let her regain custody of our daughter upon her metamorphosis, hoping that this poetic pep-talk would achieve its intention. She managed to fly awhile for several years (+ husband & son later) before she eventually found herself again amongst the crawling scum that robbed her again of her wings. I dedicate this poem to anyone suffering from such addictions, in hopes that they recognize their own self-worth before it becomes too late for them. Avoid those peers that keep you in low ruts, and instead aspire for better greatness among positive influences. Whether you believe you're great or lousy, either way you're right. Believe you can achieve it, and you eventually will.
Who am I?
If you took your best shot, would I survive? Would I be alive? If you decided to take it all away, what do you think I would say? Do you think I would crumble, fall down and give in? Be part of it all, start again, begin? Then you don'
Different!
Ever find yourself lost? I see beauty all around, still dont care, should I go for help? or just jump on someones bandwagon? be part of life stupidity?,, tomorrow will hopefully appear, I'm still looking for my bandwagon, oh no,,, brooks and dunne, N
the pub on poet's corner
I was mending a hull 'neath the crying gull when the call came down the line my dad had gone his time had come and a world of hurt was mine left my girl to anger swirl told her "needed space" but I was dust not even lust could the
Life
My own creation
i hide behind my rings - fragment
i hide behind my rings and shatter echoes of the things that layed ahead of age that we cut short with my rage. i'm on my way, i wish you well it's season's cast of a love spell
Don't know!
brought a tear to my eye with artistic feelings and beauty every word that was written
Nnnnnn
Nnnnnn
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
Special Time
We just can't believe, until it's all we can give.
What’s the question
?????
Just a thought!
Think it is self explanatory.