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
List
I've decided to write my bucket list......... 1. Mop bucket Thats it!
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
Your creation!
Did you ever feel detached from the human race? There was only you, nothing to face? You know that it's true?, there IS only you! You exist to exist that's true, And all that you'll be and all that you'll see, Is all your creation, how you want
To be or not to be, that is the question!
What do you think that keeps people here? The inherent fear? The wanting to go on?, keep singing their song? In the face of adversity, who would you be? Afraid to die?, afraid to live?, With nothing to give, could you resist? To end
Who cares?
And all that it is and all it could be, is a memory, A dream that exists then ceases to be, There is no beginning, there is no end, for tomorrow you'll be my best friend, Then we start again, lose that memory, think it's all new and wonderf
Tomorrow? Maybe!
Tomorrow is the start of what we want to be, tomorrow is the future, tomorrow is the key, And all that life has shown me, and all I want to see, is for tomorrow to make a difference, and that tomorrow may make.................sense!
Getting old!
I saw the stranger, he walked through my house, I saw him stand and stare, like he knew I was there, I watched him as he went on his way, I watched him, like he was here to stay, And I watched as he realised, that the mirror never lies.
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 hurtin
shelter from the dorm
twas a time of fresh worn innocence, eighteen years of age, and the writ of my experience fell short upon the page, ragged as a student who had never eaten warm, come in she said and welcome.. to the ladies dorm hardly out of smallburg, green as a
When You're with Me
The feeling when there's love.
ERASED AND UNWRITTEN
A story of a long-distant relationship with a closeted monster / predator ...
"THE 3 A.M BREAKDOWN"
About a temporary setback in terms of mental health ...
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
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
Freedom of thought!
Inspired by d4nI314, she will know what it means!
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.
Words Of Love Act:2
This is the second part I wrote in 1993.
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
Sitting here waiting for the day, the price I may pay, Age old, not knowing how this came be, I cannot see, For once I was young, seems like yesterday, where life went I cannot say, Life is gone in blink, before you can think, It's over
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
Don't be sad
Today is the last day I write to you, for you have never replied, my heart has died, and all that I was is lost and gone, My love, my darling, I cannot stay I cannot live another day, don't be sad if I'm not here, I cannot shed another tear.
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
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 Remember you now.
I wrote this a while back. I believe i wrote it for my soulmate. Theres a story that goes with it from childhood. I dont know if its true but it gives me something to believe in when life is cold and lonely. It sits with me and warms me by the fire. When i was in kindergarten there was a little girl. She had read a book about reading palms. It was just a silly kids game. So i let her read mine. She told me i would be married twice, once for a short time, which i was, to my first wife for a year when i was very young man. A second time to my second wife for a very long time, which i was 23 years. She even told me I would have two kids, which i did a boy and a girl. Then she said I would meet somebody, with red hair to spend the rest of my life with. I try not to read to much into things but sometimes its nice just to have something to believe in you know? Even if its not true i guess its not hurting anybody to keep a little bit of faith in your back pocket. Hope you enjoy the poem and I wish you all the best in your own travels. May your journey lead you to your own heart and home.
the wild road
Hearts? yes be they a bell still dimly all a chime though faint and pure it sleeps a'rest neath the fraying canvass of time yet what is comfort friend? what is rest and what balances the ledger of your heart when all her m
Don't know!
brought a tear to my eye with artistic feelings and beauty every word that was written
the face of god
I took a walk in ancient clothes across your face, a mile and as I tired I took a rest in the corner of your smile my crops slept in barren fields before my primary death then your eyes became a sun and moon as birds danced in your breath
the constant swimmer
it took forever to my find my forever a metaphorical mooring by sea it was a tougher search to find her and if you’d ask her I’m sure she’d agree the beach is a natural kilometre I trusted the distance by guile we planned our dream house
cars and girls
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 ain't a ques
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
Vegas
I wrote this in 1973 in Florida
A Christmas Sparrow
Writing on the many happy little birds strolling through the park one winter day at Christmas.
I'm Cast Down
(*) this is not my experience, ( long ballad)! Poor man's life. . ; It has poor ryhming and meter in places ; I'll stop trying to fix myself, And step into a brand new life . O Jesus, I messed up very badly, Can you help me in a new start, Can you forgive a real sinner , Im sorry for all the wrong i've done , Wash me with your forgiveness, I'll try to walk a better path , Be the man I ought to be , Read your Word for direction, And live in Your Liberty . this is the finish.
Sirens Song and Odysseus - take two
may the fizz be with you
notes on a woman
you know the summer's fading.. and the night is getting cold.. there's an east wind in the harbour.. and lord knows I'm getting old.. and my work it takes me everywhere.. and nowhere fast and slow.. it takes a man to plough an acre.. it takes a w
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