Sunset
A sunset heralds a new beginning, the promise of a golden age, a fire in the sky that shows its rage, as its golden demise turns a new page.
The old oak tree
A majestic old oak tree born long before you or me, Its arms spread wide, nothing to hide, leaves that have Fallen, memories ingrained of what it has seen, lives Lost, those that have been, it’s creaking old bones signal It’s time here, should a
Creations visions
There is a way and all would say, that you are my creation, I created you, to be free, to experience all, all of me, There's a way to go, there's a way to know, that you are you and I am you too, just close your eyes and visualize, and see, what
When! When! When!
When the flowers fail to bloom, when tomorrow comes to soon, When all that I could be was all that I could see, When yesterday is a memory, of what could or could not be, When today became the reality I thought I'd never see. When thoughts
Tomorrow!
I think I have lost tomorrow, it was here yesterday, I have searched in everyway, it wont reappear come what may, So, I must adhere to what is here, so tomorrow is now, and this is what I see, what
No way back?
Flowers and trees, birds and bees these I know, but..... snow, on a summers day, this I don't know, what I see, is an anomaly, mother nature running free?, natural change? we can't rearrange or self design, have we crossed the line?
NEW?
So, imagination IS creation, I imagined you, you imagined me and that is what we see, Simple at first, but complex over eternity!, constant imagination creates complication, And now, we find ourselves HERE, in constant fear, of life and new creat
What's new!
Oh what is life?, poetry in motion? love? strife?, the beginning of a new life? when a baby cries, someone dies, the beginning and the end, the foe and the friend, and tomorrow will be................the same.........begin again ....same game!
Again!
And still we repeat, still we retreat, until we're backed into a corner, only then will the battle for survival become the host of a new revival, new wisdom to see, what things there could be, but twill only get lost in history. Again!
Where were you?
Where were you when Kennedy died? Where were you when Simpson lied? Where were you when you realised? Where were you?
Memories
Memories are all we leave, of who we are, what we did believe. Memories our loved ones hold, maybe, fanciful thoughts that were never told. Wandering, thinking, seeing the light, knowing what is wrong, and what is right. Finding yourself be
Really, it's only paper anyway!
I HATE when people tell me money does not grow on trees, its so annoying, I KNOW MONEY DOES NOT GROW ON TREES, I looked! But where does it grow?, not anywhere you or I know, tis in the coffers of the rich and powerful, in foolish hands, in fore
No guarantee!
Tomorrow will always come after today ends Tomorrow WILL be with or without you or me Today is where we are at right now No guarantee of tomorrow, no how So its strange to me and strange to see Such importance placed on what may never be.
War!
Thunder roars and red sky flies and blinding lights and something dies when all that was has ceased to be the end of life how it used to be when loss and grieving become the norm looking for heaven and finding hell, is this real who can tell, a night
Older and wiser?
We grow old, we get wise, But still we join those who dies, We give direction to the young, don't sing a song so well sung, But if they agreed and followed suit, in the end we'd all be mute, For nothing would change, nothing be new, not for me
I Really don't !
I really don't like the way you think, I really don't like your granite sink, I really don't like your taste in food, I really don't like your precious mood, I really don't like what you say, I really don't like everyone else must pay, I really
Who Knew?
Who decides?, who hides?, who becomes the leader?. Who becomes the feeder? Who creates the fear?, Someone near?, Who knew?, not me or you?, who knew? Who knew that we'd be here?, who knew?, who shed a tear? No one knew, this lasts for e
Just don't!
Secret intelligence from the survelliance "mast", shows life cant continue, it's growing too fast, ozone layers, emissions from cars, carbon footprints, it just can't last, The earth is heating up all too soon, the ice cap is melting, it's no
The!
The things that you want if not well defined become the Things you wish you had left behind, The wish that you wished and hoped it would be, will come True, but not how you see, The truth, and the honesty, is always The same, it never turns ou
Regeneration!
There’s a sadness in being, a sadness in seeing Our creation decline, Twas not your vision nor twas not mine, But we will begin again as we have before, And once again, hope for more.
When!
When the knowing becomes true, I don’t Talk to you, When the knowing is real, we know How we feel, When the knowing flows free, when We can see, That you are me, and all of this is Our fantasy, That’s when you BECOME me, REALLY!
For you!
For those who care, the end of today signals A new tomorrow, and for those who fear, A new day will follow, For those that want to know, take the path Where you can grow, Who you are is who you were, one day, You will come to know.
New!
What can you do to create a new you? Listen.....L Observe....O Verify........V Engage........E Herein endeth the lesson!
For those that know
An explosion of imagination created by one, to begin At the end, twas only fun, To know is the end, finally over and done, Played all the parts mother, father and son, And knowing means going , to start it again, Repeat, repent, rejoin and regro
Simple
What I have learned about life is its simplicity, To know its origin is lost in complicity, Its simply way that cant be told, Too many conditioned, stay in the fold, If you really knew you then you could be, FREE.
"THE 3 A.M BREAKDOWN"
About a temporary setback in terms of mental health ...
Life is a Circus
Put on your top hat, you are the star, the ring master, how long, how far, Let the clowns come in, let the fun begin, see the balancing act, trapeze if you please, sugarcane tastes so good as the magician weaves his spell, will the tightrope walk
Words Of Love Act:2
This is the second part I wrote in 1993.
Don't know!
brought a tear to my eye with artistic feelings and beauty every word that was written
Light or night
Without dark there can be no light, How can we exist, if we are always right? For good to be known there must be bad, For happiness there must be sad, True reality could never be, If all we wanted was what we wanted to see, To live in constant
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,,,
Wondering
Im kinda of angry at life, its promise was more than it could be,,,I loved you more than I could see,,, wow,, aint that cool,, love poetry,,written like a fool,,just shows you what life means, anyone can say anything, hey,,, I love beans,,,or burger
Its a who are we poem
A trillion years have come and gone, in all eternity it was not that long, gone in a blink, no time to think,, do we swim or do we sink?,,,are we too thin or did we get fatter,, who won the last game?,,, does it matter? Where we came from, we all wa
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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,,
US
I find that life can f*ck you, leave you all alone,I never asked to be here, I never knew I would, I never changed my world, you came into my life miraculously as one that I could see, I fell in love, instantly ,,, and its always been,,, just you and
You Fool No One
3-8-2022 was when I wrote this one. I liked the idea of a rock/jazz sound that alters during the music styles, yet still keeps the same beat and tone.... Almost?
Ostrich!
Ok,, sorry I cant talk right now, my head is in the sand!
What?
Who knows? It's the question of all questions, I can't say nobody knows because then I would know that nobody knows, which means I would know, and I don't. What's strange but true, our world revolves around me and you!
Born to be!
The eternal quest to be better, be the best that you can be?, why not just be you?as good as you are? it will take you just as far, to the end, because my friend, no matter how good you are, it is still over in a blink, swim or sink, just be who you
Reality?
Reality appears in the worst of times, never to be seen in the best of times, when the shit hits the fan and nothing goes according to plan, well, that's reality, when doom and gloom enter your room, it's reality, suck it up, take it on the chin,
Youth!
One to one hundred seems so long, but in years, in time, its over and gone, And all those dreams, and that painful reverely, well it appeared and then disappeared faster than we could see. So now I'm sixty one, youth long gone, tomorrow is but a