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Why
'Why'
Why is it so that I must feel such pain,
Why is it so that my tears should fall as rain.
Why is it so that I am so emotionally blind,
Why is it so that voices torment me in my mind,
Why is it in this world that I feel so scared,
Why is it nobody saw me ,or even showed that they cared.
Why is it that I feel so defiled,
Why is it a crime for me to just want to be a child.!!!
Why is it so that I must feel such pain,
Why is it so that my tears should fall as rain.
Why is it so that I am so emotionally blind,
Why is it so that voices torment me in my mind,
Why is it in this world that I feel so scared,
Why is it nobody saw me ,or even showed that they cared.
Why is it that I feel so defiled,
Why is it a crime for me to just want to be a child.!!!
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Posted: Dec 2009
About this poem:
This work is about the questions that i have asked myself over the many years.Journey of Soul Part 1
Soul went to reincarnet
In the remote mountains
He want to Expereince
Purity of exsistence!
He choose a womb of the kind mother
She is just amazing, there is no other!
Soul enter in her womb, with a confident
She welcome him with love, without any dent!
Nine month in her womb,
loving and kind!
soul grew up inside her
with body soul and mind!
Soul got the body now,
and want to come out!
It was hard jurney,
so he cry loud!
when she heard his cry
on the dirt floor
she lift him up on her chest
and cry with the glore!
Soul had the body now
Identity has changed
Forgot all his past journy
and become little lame!
He was little body
in the constant need
Cry every moments
when he needed to be feed!
Mondaying of existence
make him grow up
In the blink of the eye
he was eighteen months!
He was uaware he even exist
playing with the dirt
and wanting to be kissed
Being a baby he just insist!
He was a boy in his freedom
enjoyng a existence
Nothing can be done!
continuation! in part two.....
In the remote mountains
He want to Expereince
Purity of exsistence!
He choose a womb of the kind mother
She is just amazing, there is no other!
Soul enter in her womb, with a confident
She welcome him with love, without any dent!
Nine month in her womb,
loving and kind!
soul grew up inside her
with body soul and mind!
Soul got the body now,
and want to come out!
It was hard jurney,
so he cry loud!
when she heard his cry
on the dirt floor
she lift him up on her chest
and cry with the glore!
Soul had the body now
Identity has changed
Forgot all his past journy
and become little lame!
He was little body
in the constant need
Cry every moments
when he needed to be feed!
Mondaying of existence
make him grow up
In the blink of the eye
he was eighteen months!
He was uaware he even exist
playing with the dirt
and wanting to be kissed
Being a baby he just insist!
He was a boy in his freedom
enjoyng a existence
Nothing can be done!
continuation! in part two.....
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Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
this has to be told....amazing journey!"TELL ME THERE"S A HEAVEN"
The little girl, she said to me
What are these things that i can see?
Each night when i come home from school
When mama calls me in for tea.
Oh, every night a baby dies
And every night a mama cries
What makes those men do what they do?
To make that person black and blue.
Grandpa says they"re happy now
They sit with god in paradise
With angels wings and still somehow
It makes me feel like ice
Tell me theres a heaven
Tell me thats its true
Tell me theres a heaven
Where all those people go
Tell me they"re all happy now
Papa, tell me that its so.
What are these things that i can see?
Each night when i come home from school
When mama calls me in for tea.
Oh, every night a baby dies
And every night a mama cries
What makes those men do what they do?
To make that person black and blue.
Grandpa says they"re happy now
They sit with god in paradise
With angels wings and still somehow
It makes me feel like ice
Tell me theres a heaven
Tell me thats its true
Tell me theres a heaven
Where all those people go
Tell me they"re all happy now
Papa, tell me that its so.
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Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
These words of "Chris Rea" from the record "Tell me theres a heaven" listen to the record!! and cry with me.A Child’s Song
- A Child’s Song -
A Song about Innocence
Playing on the porch, not a care in the world,
A child knows so little of the pains we endure.
Yet their hearts are open, and they understand!
It’s sad those years don’t last; they run like sand.
Sand in the glass, and time flying by too quick…
I want to slow it down, and make the sand stick.
I’ve lost too much, and I’ve cried far too long,
Yet once I was a child, and I sang a child’s song.
Rainbows and day glows, and nursery tales,
Fighting with pirates on a ship that always sails.
These are the times that we don’t want to loose,
Because once they are gone, we cannot choose.
Dancing in the grass, seeing castles in the clouds,
A child doesn’t care about all the bustling crowds.
Yet their minds are open, and they learn in time…
It’s sad we can’t keep them innocent with a rhyme.
Rhymes in the wind, and the wind blowing fierce…
I wish the wind could take us back to simpler years.
I’ve become so lost, as the wind blew me along,
But within my heart, I’m still singing a child’s song.
Rainbows and cartoon shows; places to see,
Exploring the world, and sharing good company.
These are the times that we don’t want to pass,
Because they are precious, we want them to last.
Wishing on a star, seeing all the universe above,
A child flies there with a spirit as pure as a dove.
Yet their imagination is open, and they fill it all up!
It’s sad if we forget tasting our first ice cream cup.
Memories fade so fast, and new memories arise…
I want to hold on to them all; savor each surprise.
I’ve learned so much; I know right from wrong,
Though I can still go back and sing a child’s song.
Rainbows and hair bows, and rock and roll,
Hanging out ‘till midnight, dancing out of control.
These are the times that we don’t want to end,
Because hearts break so easy: so hard to mend.
A Song about Innocence
Playing on the porch, not a care in the world,
A child knows so little of the pains we endure.
Yet their hearts are open, and they understand!
It’s sad those years don’t last; they run like sand.
Sand in the glass, and time flying by too quick…
I want to slow it down, and make the sand stick.
I’ve lost too much, and I’ve cried far too long,
Yet once I was a child, and I sang a child’s song.
Rainbows and day glows, and nursery tales,
Fighting with pirates on a ship that always sails.
These are the times that we don’t want to loose,
Because once they are gone, we cannot choose.
Dancing in the grass, seeing castles in the clouds,
A child doesn’t care about all the bustling crowds.
Yet their minds are open, and they learn in time…
It’s sad we can’t keep them innocent with a rhyme.
Rhymes in the wind, and the wind blowing fierce…
I wish the wind could take us back to simpler years.
I’ve become so lost, as the wind blew me along,
But within my heart, I’m still singing a child’s song.
Rainbows and cartoon shows; places to see,
Exploring the world, and sharing good company.
These are the times that we don’t want to pass,
Because they are precious, we want them to last.
Wishing on a star, seeing all the universe above,
A child flies there with a spirit as pure as a dove.
Yet their imagination is open, and they fill it all up!
It’s sad if we forget tasting our first ice cream cup.
Memories fade so fast, and new memories arise…
I want to hold on to them all; savor each surprise.
I’ve learned so much; I know right from wrong,
Though I can still go back and sing a child’s song.
Rainbows and hair bows, and rock and roll,
Hanging out ‘till midnight, dancing out of control.
These are the times that we don’t want to end,
Because hearts break so easy: so hard to mend.
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Posted: Apr 2011
About this poem:
A poem about childhood, innocence, and how even though the years go by, we don't have to give up who we were just to be who we are now.(I originally posted this at the Starlite Cafe poetry site back in 2010, under the name Grailknight777.)
perhaps AWARE should be the word BEWARE ~freecee!~
AWARE DOESN'T MEAN I CARE
so it's like i'm hanging out at a bar one night
and I met Nadine under the neon light
we had a very nice conversation and i thought being friends was alright
but she had another agenda so as to hide from the bright
oh yes, says she, and commands with such conviction
and then her leaving without saying goodbye made fiction non-fiction
because i thought she and me might be friends the way it was meant to be
her to ease the pain of losing the closest one to me
and i to help her when help be her plea
but you see one must see past the flaws of an ex-friend
except when they're not willing to flex or to bend
one day I thought we were friends the next i was grieving
because that's what i aways do when a friend doesn't say she's leaving
(c) 2011 (as if this has to copywritten, it's only to one unforgiving, oblivious and heartless soul who found a way to have a falling out for a reason sshe caused in the first place.....twice.....poets are supposed to have soul enough to say "hey, i did make it seem like we were friends and then took off without a word, maybe he had a reason to feel abandoned, betrayed and all by someone who wanted his help as well...maybe it's easier to say "I enjoy living alone" than iit is easier than to say, "i wish i had someone to live the rest of my life with, but maybe I keep
making the same damned mistake. some people never become AWARE!
~free!~
so it's like i'm hanging out at a bar one night
and I met Nadine under the neon light
we had a very nice conversation and i thought being friends was alright
but she had another agenda so as to hide from the bright
oh yes, says she, and commands with such conviction
and then her leaving without saying goodbye made fiction non-fiction
because i thought she and me might be friends the way it was meant to be
her to ease the pain of losing the closest one to me
and i to help her when help be her plea
but you see one must see past the flaws of an ex-friend
except when they're not willing to flex or to bend
one day I thought we were friends the next i was grieving
because that's what i aways do when a friend doesn't say she's leaving
(c) 2011 (as if this has to copywritten, it's only to one unforgiving, oblivious and heartless soul who found a way to have a falling out for a reason sshe caused in the first place.....twice.....poets are supposed to have soul enough to say "hey, i did make it seem like we were friends and then took off without a word, maybe he had a reason to feel abandoned, betrayed and all by someone who wanted his help as well...maybe it's easier to say "I enjoy living alone" than iit is easier than to say, "i wish i had someone to live the rest of my life with, but maybe I keep
making the same damned mistake. some people never become AWARE!
~free!~
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Posted: Feb 2011
About this poem:
BECAUSE JUST I DIDN'T DESERVE WHAT I GOT AND CAN'T GET MY JUST DESSERTSA POEM BY A MAN CONSUMED W/CONTRITION ~free!~
and i MEAN THAT DEVOUTLY it's just most of your e-mails are like telling me stuph i've long ago lost intest in....such as if i use a word out of context, despite the fact that i did it purposelly....i just want people to wake up and think about Jesus, whether or not He was The Son Of Man i do not know, but I can say with surety that a man named Jesus of Nazareth walked this earth....now think about what a world this would be if everyone lived as He proscribed. I wouldn't be an arrogant moron, the first Bush didn't want war, no babies are ever killed, sexually mutilated and thown into the nearest dumpster. Methinks my Lord and Savior would frown upon what we are doing to this planet whereupon lobbyists in Wash.D.C.take $ to produce medications he wouldn't give his family because one of the side effects may be that you WILL DIE!
THEY SAID REPENT AND I WONDERED WHAT THEY MEANT
I revel in close calls
And that which I do takes balls
I’m comfortable hanging by a thread
While I eliminate the thought of my being dead
I swim through rough waters against the tide
And just keep repeating “Satan is on my side”
One must be aware of what turning a corner may bring
Because I look at life as if it is simply a fling
Each day is a joke and I am its punch line
And I don’t advise anyone to live a life like mine
It’s frightening and fearful and every day I fret
I worry about those I will meet and those I have met
I’m a man who lives with close calls and has balls
As I wander through lengthy and eerily dark halls
There’s always the haunting sound of someone turning a knob
And that’s what makes being an addict such a difficult job
© 2011.…~free cee!~
THEY SAID REPENT AND I WONDERED WHAT THEY MEANT
I revel in close calls
And that which I do takes balls
I’m comfortable hanging by a thread
While I eliminate the thought of my being dead
I swim through rough waters against the tide
And just keep repeating “Satan is on my side”
One must be aware of what turning a corner may bring
Because I look at life as if it is simply a fling
Each day is a joke and I am its punch line
And I don’t advise anyone to live a life like mine
It’s frightening and fearful and every day I fret
I worry about those I will meet and those I have met
I’m a man who lives with close calls and has balls
As I wander through lengthy and eerily dark halls
There’s always the haunting sound of someone turning a knob
And that’s what makes being an addict such a difficult job
© 2011.…~free cee!~
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Posted: Mar 2011
About this poem:
IT IS A POEM ABOUT WHAT IS AND ISN'T
"LIFE'S LESSONS"
Sat on her lap till age eight or above, my mother taught me how to love. Sunrise sunset not afraid of the dirt my father taught me how to work. "Dont back down, when your right, your right" my grandma taught me how to fight. "God comes first every day all day" my grandpa taught me how to pray.
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Posted: May 2011
Post Comment"LIFE'S LESSONS"
Sat on her lap till age eight or above, my mother taught me how to love. Sunrise sunset not afraid of the dirt my father taught me how to work. "Dont back down, when your right, your right" my grandma taught me how to fight. "God comes first every day all day" my grandpa taught me how to pray.
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Posted: May 2011
Post CommentI wish I had a Caveat
Could there be a caveat
Instructing little girls
To stay close to their protectors
Or to find a sentinel?
Little girls do not know
What spurious means,
That a man can appear
Immaculate;
Yet, really be pernicious.
If I knew what a spurious person was,
Or was given a caveat,
Or was provided with a sentinel,
Would my life had gone differently?
Now my heart has been stained,
All I see
Is spurious
Written on every person.
I still look
For a sentinel
To protect me even today.
In my torpid modes,
I lye on my bed
Praying for strength
To one day be free,
And no longer doubt
The goodness of people.
Instructing little girls
To stay close to their protectors
Or to find a sentinel?
Little girls do not know
What spurious means,
That a man can appear
Immaculate;
Yet, really be pernicious.
If I knew what a spurious person was,
Or was given a caveat,
Or was provided with a sentinel,
Would my life had gone differently?
Now my heart has been stained,
All I see
Is spurious
Written on every person.
I still look
For a sentinel
To protect me even today.
In my torpid modes,
I lye on my bed
Praying for strength
To one day be free,
And no longer doubt
The goodness of people.
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Posted: Nov 2010
About this poem:
About a book I wroteThe Past
When i was 3,
I had my dreams taken away from me.
My dad was gone, everything was wrong,
The only one I had was my struggling mom.
I came from a home with a sister and two brothers,
All we had was Top Ramon for supper.
How could something that felt so right turn so bad,
This is my past, falling down hill so fast.
My life was turned upside down,
Then my step dad came around.
Because of my shame, i caused him so much pain.
Now that my heart has slowly healed,
I regret the things i made him feel.
Now, in my heart, he'll always have a special place,
I really did miss his smiling face.
I had my dreams taken away from me.
My dad was gone, everything was wrong,
The only one I had was my struggling mom.
I came from a home with a sister and two brothers,
All we had was Top Ramon for supper.
How could something that felt so right turn so bad,
This is my past, falling down hill so fast.
My life was turned upside down,
Then my step dad came around.
Because of my shame, i caused him so much pain.
Now that my heart has slowly healed,
I regret the things i made him feel.
Now, in my heart, he'll always have a special place,
I really did miss his smiling face.
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Posted: Sep 2010
About this poem:
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