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.
kiss
you and me sitting on the edge of memory the radio sings about the things we want to do your kisses bring a rising spring of honeydew its gonna be a long memory searching for the taste of your sweet love it's been a long time s
Magma
Silent whispers of gas Rises from caverns deep Hints of smoke and steam Ground pushed gravity rise from ash - heat and smoke flames from Within caverns deep Rising magma flow blows smoke and ash Rivers flow like hot mooltan flames rising
You K now
Anger grows, noone knows,I hate how I feel, but twas pushed on me, something unreal,, that I cant see, to take what i am, to make me suberservent,, no,,,no,,,no,,,I refuse to be,,,, what they want want me to see,,,I wont or ever will be, I refuse,,,
The Pecan Tree
-Judy Words And Images 1988
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
Wishing
I wish I was you, someone once said, I said, I wish I was you too, for all of my troubles would be gone away, for you to take, I would forsake, but I never knew, what you had been through, can we renegotiate this pact of ours? I'm willing to spend ho
DO YOU WONDER?
The wonderment of life is lost in the trouble and the strife, dont take it all as true, your world is only you, you can give or you can take, you can be real or you can be fake, you can play this game that we adhere, theres nothing lost, nothing to
child's lullaby
Stay awake tonight till the mornin light don't rest upon your bed though your pillow is soft and deep your not as sleepy as you seem stay awake dont nod and dream stay awake dont nod and dream
(I Guess) She Doesn't Love Me Any More....
Another written as a song... Old country style... Was written for the ONE who I found and lost.
Who knows
I wonderd? Is it the end of the beginning,or the start of the end,? hey, do you care? we are f*cked either way! , we are lost in contemplation, of a life of complication, who cares, how it goes, dont sweat the small stuff,, noone knows.
Rough Hands
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BE here
So you enjoy what you do? until life intrudes on you, and tomorrow becomes a chore, destined forevermore, until you can see the way, that's the price you will pay, not being enlightened, always too frightened to look outside of yourself for the a
The Point
What's the point? Is there a point? Can anyone show me the point? There is no point, we exist through a revolving door, no less and no more!
Robin Hood Meets Mr Spock
Robin Hood is a legend He likes to help people Spock is logical Peter Frampton and Supertramp friendly and logical Fantasy island is here at Sherwood forest Blessings and love to all
In the dead night of day
I was gullible then later I was... ripped off,stuck,floored,nailed,defamed,ridiculed and more. People suck.
Questions , just questions, answer's to follow!
What will you do when the doing is done?, what will you do when the race is won? who will you be?, what will you see,,... ......eternity?
Why?
Differing opinions, I'm right, you are wrong, same old story, same old song, You WHERE here, now you are gone, that didn't take too long, You started the conflict, you started the fight, hope you have seen the LIGHT, And on it goes, day afte
Onward we go.
The art of communication has changed, rearranged, instead of "I said", its now, "I was like" instead of " I said back" it's "I turned around and said", so they are constantly turning around (for no reason) being like something (for no reason) and T
Gardeners Dilemma!
Marigolds in June can thrive, its Cosmos that do survive, in April and May, who knows what to say, but certain roses bloom all year round, Chantilly Lace shows its grace, but Cinnamon Snow is the way to go. I think, well, it's swim or sink!
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
Take a walk to see?
So you take a walk in contemplation, then you see that flower, and wonder at Gods creation, and it opens your mind, and you find, wondrous beauty all around, it was just you were too busy to see, its all for you, its all for me, and open minds lead t
Spirited and Free
I wrote this for a wild but a lovely lady. I find it natural that being wild is a part of who we are.
on a train to Cornwall
I sit transfixed as thought it flies to see warmth twice inside her eyes reflected in the glassy pane two pupils flower past disdain a look of summer dressed in light a thirst beyond the drink of sight some lust for life and
Lady Angelus
I hide behind my walls of steel they stop the ones who seek to feel the why, the who, the where and then I start to feel all over again. Retreat I go to bricks and mortar hiding in my castle deep Moat will stop the evil warders while t
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
the air did move in silent sing
the air did move in silent sing as linnets sung on warble wing and truth did shine upon it's clock as two moored souls depart the dock time bent around the sides of trees as grass made love to naked knees and dappled light found darkened shad
Strange Life
Whats the meaning of a poem? Something noone can understand? A crypic message lost in meaning, for those that need it most, so we write words that only we can see, decipher it how it should be? I wonder why? Its not shakespere, its just how it is,,
Free minds!
Free minds can’t see, free minds can’t be, It’s all an impossibility, freedom cannot be, There is no dictator, there is no creator, There is no future, there is no past, There is nothing here to last, Simple minds create the crimes, Profess the
Genesis
If you could only remember who you really are, being here, so near and so far, Imagine something divided by two, then divided eternally, that's me and you, you may not see, For this "REALITY", blinds you purposefully, and it's intention is t
Poets, who
I walked into a world of diversity, easy to see, do you agree?, is it you or is it me? You don't like what I write?, should I stop? or ignite a new way to be? to read without criticism, can you see? This place is for words that are heartfelt and
Marianne
step into the make believe footfalling into stones where memories are citadels wider than truth her bones I never knew the right words you stole them with your smile pirouetting effortlessly some Parisian mile the timbre of a meado
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
old cars and rusted hearts
the cafe was closing and the air was darker than age Mary was fixing her order and her world had become like a cage will you still see me on Sunday? will you wear that dress and look nice..? but you know that a question ai
The future
In a thousand years, there will be new fears, global warming lost and gone no warning, new spirits flow new way to go, and all that is will be lost and gone, we're not right, we're not wrong, we are the eternal epitome of that age old song, it was
Colours!
Colours……………., colours mean so much don’t they? They can define your day, blue or grey, Or soothing and colourful, feel the hint of spring On it’s way, Blue is cold, like a winters day, ….but snow, snow Brings out the child in you for you to
stay the course, girl
for Vanessa
Silly
Confused
thoughts arise in my sinking dreamland tonight
i wrote this a few months ago
The dry oak tree
This is about the complexities of life and relationships - and all the more, about hope.
Poem
Who is real in a world of unreal, who is true in a world of untrue, Who is right in a world of deception, who are you? What makes you right?, what makes me right?, Don’t condemn Because you can’t, don’t play the part, of judge and jury, Don’t pr
Its a whole new world {hopefully]
A prison ship in the vastness of space, prisoners all, the human race, illusions of freedom to keep all blind, no truth allowed, there's nothing to find, only rules and regulations, laws for populations, to think is frowned upon, verbalise or analys