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freedom?
my life's over
it's like it never begun
I ain't havin' no more fun
no field green of clover
she left me
I'm here, just left all alone
as if the sun never shone
don't feel so free
what to do now?
can't walk, just where do I step?
can't think, ain't got any pep
I just don't know how
am I dead?
in a place, I never been
all is lost in all this din
rollin' through my head
please bring me around
should I get to a place that I know
like where all the waters flow
so that I may drown
way down under
far below this world of strife
it's time to end this life
that's been torn asunder
hey, do you feel like me?
now, that there's no feeling at all
can you hear my lonesome call?
if not, I guess I'm free
it's like it never begun
I ain't havin' no more fun
no field green of clover
she left me
I'm here, just left all alone
as if the sun never shone
don't feel so free
what to do now?
can't walk, just where do I step?
can't think, ain't got any pep
I just don't know how
am I dead?
in a place, I never been
all is lost in all this din
rollin' through my head
please bring me around
should I get to a place that I know
like where all the waters flow
so that I may drown
way down under
far below this world of strife
it's time to end this life
that's been torn asunder
hey, do you feel like me?
now, that there's no feeling at all
can you hear my lonesome call?
if not, I guess I'm free
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Posted: Mar 2011
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Song CCCXXIX
Oh time, oh moment of our final date,
Oh you, conspiracy of hostile moon and stars!
Oh faithful gaze, tell what you truly held
In fateful moment when we farewell sighed.
I failed to understand your sweet reserve.
Oh what simplicity it was to think that I
A part of bliss had managed to preserve!
Alas! wind scattered dreams of better life.
It was the time when fate, her fate
Was thus prejudged, along with mine,
Hence look of sorrow in the beauty’s eyes;
But mist of tears that concealed my gaze
Prevented me to see in clearer light,
Behold much greater sorrow, bigger strife.
Oh you, conspiracy of hostile moon and stars!
Oh faithful gaze, tell what you truly held
In fateful moment when we farewell sighed.
I failed to understand your sweet reserve.
Oh what simplicity it was to think that I
A part of bliss had managed to preserve!
Alas! wind scattered dreams of better life.
It was the time when fate, her fate
Was thus prejudged, along with mine,
Hence look of sorrow in the beauty’s eyes;
But mist of tears that concealed my gaze
Prevented me to see in clearer light,
Behold much greater sorrow, bigger strife.
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Posted: Apr 2011
About this poem:
Translation from the Russian language edition of Petrarch’s “Song Book”, Song CCCXXIXOn April 6, 1327, after Petrarch gave up his vocation as a priest, the sight of a woman called Laura in the church of Sainte-Claire d’Avignon awoke in him a lasting passion, celebrated in the collection of 366 poems “Canzoniere” ("Song Book"). Laura may have been Laura de Noves the wife of Count Hugues de Sade (an ancestor of the Marquis de Sade). There is little definite information in Petrarch's work concerning Laura, except that she is lovely to look at, fair-haired, with a modest, dignified bearing. Laura and Petrarch had little or no personal contact. According to his "Secretum", she refused him for the very proper reason that she was already married to another man. He channeled his feelings into love poems. Upon her death in 1348, the poet found that his grief was as difficult to live with as was his former despair. Later in his "Letter to Posterity", Petrarch wrote: "In my younger days I struggled constantly with an overwhelming but pure love affair – my only one, and I would have struggled with it longer had not premature death, bitter but salutary for me, extinguished the cooling flames. I certainly wish I could say that I have always been entirely free from desires of the flesh, but I would be lying if I did".
I Know
Mine isn’t the age for romance,
This I know, this I know, this I know.
I should be sitting, cuddling grandchild,
Mine isn’t the age for romance.
Mine isn’t the age for big love,
This I know, this I know, this I know.
Shouldn’t be looking, striving for such,
Mine isn’t the age for big love.
Mine isn’t the age to make plans
This I know, this I know, this I know.
I should be sitting at ease, biding time,
Mine isn’t the age to make plans.
Mine is the age to be wise,
This I know, this I know, this I know,
Shouldn’t be hoping, hoping for much,
Mine is the age to be wise.
Mine is the age to survive,
This I know, this I know, this I know.
I should be counting days of my life,
Mine is the age to survive.
This is what's left of my life.
This I know, this I know, this I know.
Hopes forsaken and dreams gone by,
This is what's left of my life.
This I know, this I know, this I know.
I should be sitting, cuddling grandchild,
Mine isn’t the age for romance.
Mine isn’t the age for big love,
This I know, this I know, this I know.
Shouldn’t be looking, striving for such,
Mine isn’t the age for big love.
Mine isn’t the age to make plans
This I know, this I know, this I know.
I should be sitting at ease, biding time,
Mine isn’t the age to make plans.
Mine is the age to be wise,
This I know, this I know, this I know,
Shouldn’t be hoping, hoping for much,
Mine is the age to be wise.
Mine is the age to survive,
This I know, this I know, this I know.
I should be counting days of my life,
Mine is the age to survive.
This is what's left of my life.
This I know, this I know, this I know.
Hopes forsaken and dreams gone by,
This is what's left of my life.
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Posted: Apr 2011
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Sighs Of Deliverance
The hopless stare out the front window
Why is it hard to be achievable
The question that cannot be answered
Unless your hope is reliable
The front door always closed
Who stares upon it now
No knock on it,no sound
Who is on the other side i wonder
Take a chance go outside see for yourself
Just locked in one room,four walls
Pictures upon a shelf
On your bed all day long
Just listening to the same old song
Go outside,take a breath of air
See what you have been missing
Change your clothes,tattered and worn
You had them on day in and day out
The bottom of your shirt is torn
Take a chance,revive yourself
Look in the mirror as you did before
See your eyes,so swollen and red
Where there used to be light,now so dimmmed
Take a chance,peer through the window
Let the sun's rays hit your face
Open your bedroom door,walk out,leave your room behind
Like the months prior,it will do you good
Get out of the shell,the prison,you call home
Take a chance,leave,do not ever look back
Leave the sighs of deliverance behind
Feel the emotions,laughter,the joy
Just relieve yourself,of the pain
Take a chance,let the past go,or else it will remain
Go now,Go quickly,before you change your mind
Leave,just run if you have to
Do not look back,just go foward
No more sighs of deliverance,no more sorrow
Why is it hard to be achievable
The question that cannot be answered
Unless your hope is reliable
The front door always closed
Who stares upon it now
No knock on it,no sound
Who is on the other side i wonder
Take a chance go outside see for yourself
Just locked in one room,four walls
Pictures upon a shelf
On your bed all day long
Just listening to the same old song
Go outside,take a breath of air
See what you have been missing
Change your clothes,tattered and worn
You had them on day in and day out
The bottom of your shirt is torn
Take a chance,revive yourself
Look in the mirror as you did before
See your eyes,so swollen and red
Where there used to be light,now so dimmmed
Take a chance,peer through the window
Let the sun's rays hit your face
Open your bedroom door,walk out,leave your room behind
Like the months prior,it will do you good
Get out of the shell,the prison,you call home
Take a chance,leave,do not ever look back
Leave the sighs of deliverance behind
Feel the emotions,laughter,the joy
Just relieve yourself,of the pain
Take a chance,let the past go,or else it will remain
Go now,Go quickly,before you change your mind
Leave,just run if you have to
Do not look back,just go foward
No more sighs of deliverance,no more sorrow
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Posted: Dec 2010
About this poem:
I wrote this to express my feelings about mourning.Reminders
A band that is soiled by sweat and dirt
On a hat that is weathered and worn.
Rubber strands wrapped again and again
'Round the base of a saddle horn.
His dog asleep in the sunshine,
Dreamin' of workin' cows again
Raises an ear at sounds of a footstep,
Wondering where the cowboy has been.
A corral full of good looking horses,
Content to much on their hay.
A rope coiled for the last time
By hands that had earned their pay.
All reminders of a cowboy
Whose life was cut short in its prime.
Daily threads of his life unraveled
To help us remember a happier time.
The hat can remind us of his roping
Steers called for by the nod of his brim.
Now he's made it to the short go,
His partner named Jesus and him.
The saddle and rope are trademarks
Of the cowboy's lifestyle and work.
Calves roped and dragged to the fire
Or stopped in mid-stride with a jerk.
His dog was his constant companion,
Helping with work no hired wrangler could do,
Waiting patiently in the pickup,
Until his cowboy was clearly through.
But of all the reminders left of this cowboy,
The best are the ones here today,
The friends, the family, and memories
The can treasure in their hearts each day.
On a hat that is weathered and worn.
Rubber strands wrapped again and again
'Round the base of a saddle horn.
His dog asleep in the sunshine,
Dreamin' of workin' cows again
Raises an ear at sounds of a footstep,
Wondering where the cowboy has been.
A corral full of good looking horses,
Content to much on their hay.
A rope coiled for the last time
By hands that had earned their pay.
All reminders of a cowboy
Whose life was cut short in its prime.
Daily threads of his life unraveled
To help us remember a happier time.
The hat can remind us of his roping
Steers called for by the nod of his brim.
Now he's made it to the short go,
His partner named Jesus and him.
The saddle and rope are trademarks
Of the cowboy's lifestyle and work.
Calves roped and dragged to the fire
Or stopped in mid-stride with a jerk.
His dog was his constant companion,
Helping with work no hired wrangler could do,
Waiting patiently in the pickup,
Until his cowboy was clearly through.
But of all the reminders left of this cowboy,
The best are the ones here today,
The friends, the family, and memories
The can treasure in their hearts each day.
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Posted: Oct 2010
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Reminders of a cowboy whose life was tragically cut short.Not a poem but a eulogy
Kurt Vonnegut, humanist, humorist and novelist, died a couple of years ago... To grant his dying wish, although I'm sure others have already done so, I just want to say, "He's up in heaven now..." LOL, wryly. A great American treasure who is sorely missed.
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Posted: Oct 2010
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Had to be said...Angel Tears
Once again today angel tears came our way
Because kids at play mistakenly got in a wars way
And children had to die
Angels started to cry and women wondered why
So many tears fill so many mother’s eyes.
Once again today angel tears came our way
Because kids found a way under friendly fire spray
And children had to die
Angels let their tears fall and cried for one and all
Just because so few ever hear compassion's call.
Once again today angel tears came our way
Because men were afraid and with a life differences are paid
And children had to die
Angels cried alone and children won’t be coming home
Only more dust comes from skin and bone.
Because kids at play mistakenly got in a wars way
And children had to die
Angels started to cry and women wondered why
So many tears fill so many mother’s eyes.
Once again today angel tears came our way
Because kids found a way under friendly fire spray
And children had to die
Angels let their tears fall and cried for one and all
Just because so few ever hear compassion's call.
Once again today angel tears came our way
Because men were afraid and with a life differences are paid
And children had to die
Angels cried alone and children won’t be coming home
Only more dust comes from skin and bone.
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Posted: Jun 2010
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Needless causualties of warSwim
Floating
amidst a cold, impersonal sea,
adrift
interspersed by deceptive jubilee
alone
None to save thee
suffering
numb to life's trivial cares
drowning
by thy own device.
Orphaned,
disowned by the world,
forlorn,
waiting, sea shall claim its bounty
sinking
embracing a cerulean deep
alone
none knowing thy demise.
amidst a cold, impersonal sea,
adrift
interspersed by deceptive jubilee
alone
None to save thee
suffering
numb to life's trivial cares
drowning
by thy own device.
Orphaned,
disowned by the world,
forlorn,
waiting, sea shall claim its bounty
sinking
embracing a cerulean deep
alone
none knowing thy demise.
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Posted: Jul 2010
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A late night musing. That's become my new source.My Brother
You were the first one to see my potential,
this white child, alone among your tribe.
You saw the man inside the boy, whose emotions
were too great to hide.
You taught me to string a bow and shoot a rifle
you taught me to fight for what was right and good,
you taught me to be a man.
For years we ran in the jungles,
brothers, friends, kindred spirits.
we'd run through the rivers and the trees.
You showed me how to move like a whisper,
to caress the jungle like the wind through grass.
you were not scared of anything
you were a warrior, the protector of your tribe,
gardian of the old ways,
the living spirit of our people.
you were an excellent brother,
your strenght made me stronger.
you taught me to see like a hawk,
to tease out the narative of tracks.
I was Gli-Gli.
I was Enape.
Then came the expedition.
The night was filled with the primeval shrieks of war cries,
the Guahibo charge unyielding at our camp.
The air is thick with the crack of rifle fire and the bloood curdling screams of the dying.
Your keen eyes saw the archers release there strings,
you leaped before me,
five arrows pierce your chest.
From deep within me rises the mighty warrior you trained,
I burn with hatred and disregard.
My body is sheen in blood and sweat,
you lie in eternal peace at my feet.
I fight with every last shred of hunanity, driving the Guahibo far beyond, my rifle licking at their heels.
the day is ours, but i have lost too much to care.
I loved you my Enape brother
you made me the man i am today.
You gave me the wisdom and strenght
of our noble tribe.
You made me Enape.
this white child, alone among your tribe.
You saw the man inside the boy, whose emotions
were too great to hide.
You taught me to string a bow and shoot a rifle
you taught me to fight for what was right and good,
you taught me to be a man.
For years we ran in the jungles,
brothers, friends, kindred spirits.
we'd run through the rivers and the trees.
You showed me how to move like a whisper,
to caress the jungle like the wind through grass.
you were not scared of anything
you were a warrior, the protector of your tribe,
gardian of the old ways,
the living spirit of our people.
you were an excellent brother,
your strenght made me stronger.
you taught me to see like a hawk,
to tease out the narative of tracks.
I was Gli-Gli.
I was Enape.
Then came the expedition.
The night was filled with the primeval shrieks of war cries,
the Guahibo charge unyielding at our camp.
The air is thick with the crack of rifle fire and the bloood curdling screams of the dying.
Your keen eyes saw the archers release there strings,
you leaped before me,
five arrows pierce your chest.
From deep within me rises the mighty warrior you trained,
I burn with hatred and disregard.
My body is sheen in blood and sweat,
you lie in eternal peace at my feet.
I fight with every last shred of hunanity, driving the Guahibo far beyond, my rifle licking at their heels.
the day is ours, but i have lost too much to care.
I loved you my Enape brother
you made me the man i am today.
You gave me the wisdom and strenght
of our noble tribe.
You made me Enape.
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Posted: Jul 2010
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I wrote this poem about an Enape man, son of the villages I-yan, who taught me what it truly meant to be a man and to fight for the good in this world. He was my brother in all but blood. And my dearest friend.Flash
My heart thumps and i feel my end is near!
My life flashes before my eyes,
like a mirror to my reflection!
I've lost everything..
My mind, my soul,even my heart!
I was at fault,for her loss,
And to me ,i'll never forgive myself for that!
My soul is caving in ,
I have no where to run..
But to hold onto the cherished memories,
Which as well is under... its self destruction!
My bane my sorrow,
for me to carry ..
For none but me was responsible !
My loss might be, but a mere nothing to others !
To me ,a part of my being has split away,
and smashed into fragments !
That cant be put together again !
My life my path
and this is my burden
to carry till death !
My life flashes before my eyes,
like a mirror to my reflection!
I've lost everything..
My mind, my soul,even my heart!
I was at fault,for her loss,
And to me ,i'll never forgive myself for that!
My soul is caving in ,
I have no where to run..
But to hold onto the cherished memories,
Which as well is under... its self destruction!
My bane my sorrow,
for me to carry ..
For none but me was responsible !
My loss might be, but a mere nothing to others !
To me ,a part of my being has split away,
and smashed into fragments !
That cant be put together again !
My life my path
and this is my burden
to carry till death !
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Posted: Aug 2010
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