Most Commented Work Poems (218)

Hell has broke free and I face it head on.
Determined to see, and I chase till dawn.
A glare in my eye, pride by my side.
A stare in my eye, deprived not to die.
A fearless road warrior chases in the night.
A tearless road warrior paces in the highway lights.
The demons from hell, begin to surround me.
The creations from hell, sin all that is around thee.

Hell has broke free, and I face it head on.
Demons refuse to see, and they create a dead bomb.
I got 10 gears, 18 wheels, and 80,000 pounds of super boom.
I got led steers, thicker than steel, and am wound for super doom.
A fearless road warrior chases in the night.
A careless road warrior dazes, gleamed at the sight.
The demons use snow, ice, wind, as a deterant.
Its very cold, unnice, dim, but I can get through it.

Hell has broke free, and I face it head on.
Demons lurk at me, scared and sing they're death bed song.
The wind has pushed, the ice has built, the cold is intense.
Maybe I win, the night has quilted the light, the bold are inmense.
Another tired night passes, but what shall come for the next?
Another might laugh, but what shall come other then a bet?
Another nice day, slept away, for glory or pride?
Another Trucker away, kept okay, for life and you will survive.
Keep the demons down, and the sparkly up,
For another day will bring luck.

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I work real hard every day, to do the things the wal-mart way, to unload my truck, and break down the load, to stock my shelves, and then to cull, safety sweep after safety sweep to clean the floors, until a customer comes and trashes my zone, I do what it takes to give great satisfaction, but that isn't have the fraction, with to many chief;s and not enough indian's this place can be crazy not to mention! go stock frozen, do a carry -out, push in some cart's that's what its about, retail! retail! make that dollar, but do it nice we need not to hollar! everyone together we need team work, but that never happen's it's just get to work, with weiry legs and slow moving people, there driving me crazy these strange people, everyone wants money especially the top, so let's stay in our departments and get to the stock, with no product on the floor we cannot make sales, and the dc need's to stock up their shelves so we can get freight to improve our sales, come on folks we know what to do a little less panic we can improve, so lace up your boot's put a smile on your face because yes this is the wal- mart way

I sometimes wonder and then I ponder, upon my brow I sometimes come to and think again. For I spend so much time in my thoughts and my wonders to pray and sleep till morning light. So now I sit to finish my thoughts and thus send them to you and then let them be yours. Then again I try and think for what have I done to let someone think the thoughts that are mine? Thus confuse and bewildered and then slightly amused. I send you this and so I now laugh ever so slightly just a chuckle or even less than a giggle. For you now have a piece of my mind and are now going like what? So thus the books are now flying and ever surprising at my head from many distances that can be. I am no Poe nor to I plan to be and my thoughts are merely close but not even near. Just a thought of the books that are knocking on my head. Then comes my slumber for tomorrow I work, to labor a day for very little pay. For the ideas of it already is spent for I work anyway. Yet I dream it to be lost and sometimes forgotten then I dream that I am awake again.

DO I REALLY WANT TO DANCE WITH FRANCE’

What kind of dance and how is it done?
And does she want to dance with just anyone?
She asks me questions and the truth will be told
For I cannot be asked to change now, I’m too damned old

This is what I am and will ever be Miss city of lights
And I’m done trying, in a windless sky, to fly any more kites
I’m too old for the hunt and weary of any game
And don’t ask me who we should blame

Perhaps a universe that forces people to lie
Or maybe even to say a sudden “good-bye”
This dance was new to me, but now it’s grown old
And I care not to witness sorrow unfold

All the women, all the time, all the times when I thought I had the time
But the clock shows it’s too late and you may be missing he sublime
Well listen lady, an alluring nature and a need for answers will be done
Because I want answers as well and cohesive answers for every one

If you truly want me to be the shoulder for you to cry on
You’d better do a simple task, and soon---- lest I be gone
But fear not, there will be other stars to wish upon
For I’ve lived enough summers to know whenever I fall I eventually rise
And that I don’t dig women on the internet only to find that they’re really perverted guys

So if you want me to dance I will but you must follow my lead
Let your body become a willow in the wind which you need
But when we are no longer just dancers and should real life try to sneak in
You’d better know that I invented the concept of sin (C) 2011....~free! CEE!~

disillusioned by affectation lead astay by the thought fantasy creates a reality that only pain has brought yet the expectation of a new creation is a feeling long sought confused by illusion was the lession taught

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How do we arrive
at a place and time?

Is life one big coordinate plane?

Are the x's and y's numbered and set?

Are the slopes all predetermined?

Or are we all a
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line

as yet undefined

waiting for the function
and the pencil to draw.