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.........Winds of change........
I look and see without a doubt.
Breaking the despair and our fears.
Is with a doubt only way through my storm within.
Fifth sense beckons to ones who don't take in answered questions.
Wisdom does not just come from ones who glitter.
But all the good the bad and the ugly.
So keep trying on smiling and been happy.
As winds will change, I hope not to continually change like the wind
if I can help it.
Breaking the despair and our fears.
Is with a doubt only way through my storm within.
Fifth sense beckons to ones who don't take in answered questions.
Wisdom does not just come from ones who glitter.
But all the good the bad and the ugly.
So keep trying on smiling and been happy.
As winds will change, I hope not to continually change like the wind
if I can help it.
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Posted: Apr 2014
About this poem:
Happy easter holidays to everyone.Cant leave here if I tried.
Salt in the Snow
Five below freezing
Coughing
And sneezing
There I lay in the snow
Zero below beating
My heart still repeating
From warm thoughts to bleeding
Tears fell from my eyes
To the earth they were fleeting
Like salt melting snow
From liquid to fro-
Zen like Heavenly feelings
Wanting warm sand between toes
Darkness became light
With such wondrous sights
I could see the threshold of forever
And forever was bright
Then I thought about you
My world again became blue
Deflating like helium
Sucked from balloons
Tho for a moment I wept
As my heart found content
With holding the memories
of the time that we spent
And I only want more
Still so much to explore
Like an astronaut thinks of space
Am I wrong to adore
Your warm gentle face
Floating in place
Over fields of wild sunflowers
Dancing with grace
And it s there that I wonder
At those times when I should
But sometimes to feel hunger
is the best kind of food
But I've licked that plate clean
To a shiny crown for a king
Over an empire of frost
Praying for spring
So then I watched the horizon
Ignite a new sky
Contemplating my journey
Finding whats left inside
Only allowed to have kept
all the things that I've lost
Beyond the emptiness of never
And all that it cost
So until I get to the place
Where I left my heart broke
I'll wander this world forever
A warrior
... Guided by hope
-Jesse Anata OKoroshi Masu F-
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Posted: Apr 2015
About this poem:
Im Chilly Willy the penguin.I shake until I’m blue.
My head is hot and my feet are cold.
Ha…Hee…Hachoo!
Now what about the crocodiles along the river Nile?
I’ll bet they’re always warm as toast.
They always seem to smile.
I’m always Chilly Willy.
I’m frozen through and through.
My nose is red and my tale is told.
Ha…Hee…Hachoo!
Don't Judge Me
I may not speak with the finesse of a writer
My words may not touch your heart
But, don’t judge me
I may be in a wheelchair unable to move my legs
Not able to run as fast as you
But, don’t judge me
I may wear dirty and torn clothing as I sit on the curb
Begging for help or shelter
But, don’t judge me
I may have sold my body, to a man, to survive
To have a bit of food to eat
But, don’t judge me
I may have eyes, red-rimmed from all my tears
Shed for no reason that you are aware
But, don’t judge me
The things that you have seen do not make the person within
You do not know my story if you do not take the time
So, please, do not judge me
My words may not touch your heart
But, don’t judge me
I may be in a wheelchair unable to move my legs
Not able to run as fast as you
But, don’t judge me
I may wear dirty and torn clothing as I sit on the curb
Begging for help or shelter
But, don’t judge me
I may have sold my body, to a man, to survive
To have a bit of food to eat
But, don’t judge me
I may have eyes, red-rimmed from all my tears
Shed for no reason that you are aware
But, don’t judge me
The things that you have seen do not make the person within
You do not know my story if you do not take the time
So, please, do not judge me
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Posted: May 2012
About this poem:
Venting a bit about those who jump to conclusions based solely upon what they see physically in a person. Sometimes a simple are you okay or is there something I can help you with is all a person needs and the inquisitive judging glares from those who know nothing...well let's just say they anger me.
Foolish Pride
I don't like being here.
But this foolish pride...
Is stronger than this door between us.
The message is clear.
You want let me inside.
You don't trust.
You want things your way.
So this closed door will stay.
It is easier than looking at me.
For the pain you caused you will see.
I've been waiting like a fool.
For this door to open.
Let me in. Where the healing can begin.
But its cold out here.
I have dealt with pain many times before.
It will hurt but it will go in the memory box.
With many many more.
I will try to leave the box closed.
And not look inside.
Because all those memories turned to foolish pride.
But this foolish pride...
Is stronger than this door between us.
The message is clear.
You want let me inside.
You don't trust.
You want things your way.
So this closed door will stay.
It is easier than looking at me.
For the pain you caused you will see.
I've been waiting like a fool.
For this door to open.
Let me in. Where the healing can begin.
But its cold out here.
I have dealt with pain many times before.
It will hurt but it will go in the memory box.
With many many more.
I will try to leave the box closed.
And not look inside.
Because all those memories turned to foolish pride.
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Posted: Apr 2011
About this poem:
Life and decisions can be very difficult at times. When are you the door mat or the one with foolish pride? And it is not always a happy move to let being right stand in the way of love. Sometimes being right just is not that important. So here I stand........closed door. What to do????????????
No Mercy
I shan't ask the impossible
I certainly do not welcome any grand gesture
Awash in guilt, as I am, I can only refuse any extended hand offered
I have made my bed
It is a most uncomfortable one
Yet, meriting far less, it is a small price to pay
To be lain up in such a way
For I have crossed the final line
Where one may only go off the deep end
Diving from a cliff apparently seeking deserved oblivion
Finding no footing, merely sinking ever deeper into dark abyss
Well past the point of no return
To simply vanish
Forever banished
Without enough hope to even dream of rising
Never again to stand at that level embraced by love
Where you remain
...Goodbye my love
I certainly do not welcome any grand gesture
Awash in guilt, as I am, I can only refuse any extended hand offered
I have made my bed
It is a most uncomfortable one
Yet, meriting far less, it is a small price to pay
To be lain up in such a way
For I have crossed the final line
Where one may only go off the deep end
Diving from a cliff apparently seeking deserved oblivion
Finding no footing, merely sinking ever deeper into dark abyss
Well past the point of no return
To simply vanish
Forever banished
Without enough hope to even dream of rising
Never again to stand at that level embraced by love
Where you remain
...Goodbye my love
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Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
forgiveness theme composition for poetry group
quantum emotion
love and hate cannot coexist in
the same soul at the same time
---
rebel Sudanese tribes
Mexican cartel bribes
Afghanistani warlords
casualty scoreboards
disappearing in Argentina
Junta censored political arena
thirties in unCivil Spain
civilian Kurds brutally slain
hoofed sweeping Mongol hordes
more acts of unspeakable words
empire master warrior race
atrocities in another place
American Indian genocide
just no safe place to hide
whole world has cornered hate
too many places to enumerate
stage left or stage right
they march to hot spotlight
loudly shouting soliloquy
to continue on this MUST be
hard stance must be taken
all our enemies are forsaken
right here, left to rot
who's to die, matters not
the only matter is to win
being "them" a mortal sin
their extermination justified
that's why they all have died
our love thrown in burial pit
hateful abomination to commit
no place for a brother's love
righteously we kill the dove
religious or atheist in belief
all who live, share the grief
our hearts with hate defiled
differences want to be reviled
shown the way that love returns
with forgiveness mankind learns
from age-old prophets lessons
give our enemy honest blessings
love brother human as our own
peace and charity in kind shown
whatever love we give away
can make tomorrow's peaceful day
---
love and hate cannot coexist in
the same soul at the same time
© agoodguy2have 2010-12-15
the same soul at the same time
---
rebel Sudanese tribes
Mexican cartel bribes
Afghanistani warlords
casualty scoreboards
disappearing in Argentina
Junta censored political arena
thirties in unCivil Spain
civilian Kurds brutally slain
hoofed sweeping Mongol hordes
more acts of unspeakable words
empire master warrior race
atrocities in another place
American Indian genocide
just no safe place to hide
whole world has cornered hate
too many places to enumerate
stage left or stage right
they march to hot spotlight
loudly shouting soliloquy
to continue on this MUST be
hard stance must be taken
all our enemies are forsaken
right here, left to rot
who's to die, matters not
the only matter is to win
being "them" a mortal sin
their extermination justified
that's why they all have died
our love thrown in burial pit
hateful abomination to commit
no place for a brother's love
righteously we kill the dove
religious or atheist in belief
all who live, share the grief
our hearts with hate defiled
differences want to be reviled
shown the way that love returns
with forgiveness mankind learns
from age-old prophets lessons
give our enemy honest blessings
love brother human as our own
peace and charity in kind shown
whatever love we give away
can make tomorrow's peaceful day
---
love and hate cannot coexist in
the same soul at the same time
© agoodguy2have 2010-12-15
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Posted: Dec 2010
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"I walked Alone"
companioned with only a clustered heart driven by a toxic mind, a re-invented me time? . . perhaps for a while . . if i can't be ready for me, can I be ready to share me? . . doing this alone. . how? . . by learning to love yourself again through forgiveness~
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Posted: Aug 2009
About this poem:
We've all been there.I was not thinking...
Made from love and I was born
A mistake that came from heaven
Hugs I needed and the love I craved
Were very rarely given
The acceptance that he gave
Was not really real
Then I would start to misbehave
To get attention that I craved
My soul cried out to be loved
By a man in love with his beer
The soul can never forget this pain
And so you must forgive me dear
My frustrations were forged back then
I thought deep to find the answer
One night I was a troubled teen
It seems today like an awful dream
I thought no one cared or listened
The droplets of beer on his beard glistened
He was awful to my mother
He was hurting my little brother
Mean to me as always, far too much aggression
A white teddy bear a rainbow around his neck;
I clung to it for comfort that night, his name was Ragamuffian
I took all the pills that I could find
And lay down on their bed hoping to die
Soon I became filled with fear,
Where would my soul go from here?
When he came into the room, so late
I murmured: “please don’t let me die”
He dragged me to the bathroom then
Tried forcing salt water down my throat
My hair was pulled I was thrown to the ground
He drunk drove me to the hospital
He ripped my teddies head off
Pulled me up the stairs…
I awoke in a hospital bed…
It was my birthday the next day! And I was full of tears…
I’m so sorry to disappoint you; I know this won’t make sense
Could hardly explain it all…But I hate teddies to this day,
I was craving the love of a beer drinking man
I could never bear to be shut out this way…
The gate: your evidence!
A mistake that came from heaven
Hugs I needed and the love I craved
Were very rarely given
The acceptance that he gave
Was not really real
Then I would start to misbehave
To get attention that I craved
My soul cried out to be loved
By a man in love with his beer
The soul can never forget this pain
And so you must forgive me dear
My frustrations were forged back then
I thought deep to find the answer
One night I was a troubled teen
It seems today like an awful dream
I thought no one cared or listened
The droplets of beer on his beard glistened
He was awful to my mother
He was hurting my little brother
Mean to me as always, far too much aggression
A white teddy bear a rainbow around his neck;
I clung to it for comfort that night, his name was Ragamuffian
I took all the pills that I could find
And lay down on their bed hoping to die
Soon I became filled with fear,
Where would my soul go from here?
When he came into the room, so late
I murmured: “please don’t let me die”
He dragged me to the bathroom then
Tried forcing salt water down my throat
My hair was pulled I was thrown to the ground
He drunk drove me to the hospital
He ripped my teddies head off
Pulled me up the stairs…
I awoke in a hospital bed…
It was my birthday the next day! And I was full of tears…
I’m so sorry to disappoint you; I know this won’t make sense
Could hardly explain it all…But I hate teddies to this day,
I was craving the love of a beer drinking man
I could never bear to be shut out this way…
The gate: your evidence!
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Posted: Aug 2013
About this poem:
In explanation to my ex boyfriend for smashing down his gate one night...He asked me "what were you thinking?"
Heart Of The Night
April 20, 2013
She strolls the lakeshore to welcome dusk,
and gather the calm that evening brings.
Day birds settle as night birds take flight;
the stillness echoes their flapping wings.
A song a lover once sang to her,
has found its way through the waning light.
She can almost feel him touching her,
as the warm breeze stirs, this gentle night.
She won’t admit how alone she feels.
Memories carry her just so far.
How do moon shimmers on the water,
so easily find each wound and scar?
How did the moon come to know so much?
The cloak of darkness, this secret place;
she could hide and believe the silence,
drifting with the stars that filled this space.
THEY are her loving comfort this night,
till her heart can purge all that’s sour.
THEY are a nurturing mother’s song,
and she to them, a sacred flower.
THEY can unleash her unspoken rage,
pulling daggers from beneath her breast.
She must bleed, then find arms of safety,
wherein she can finally know rest.
She walks a journey in sorrow's name.
She, to THEM, a child of the ages.
Dawn guides her back to reality,
light of heart, Spirit blessed; clean new pages.
She strolls the lakeshore to welcome dusk,
and gather the calm that evening brings.
Day birds settle as night birds take flight;
the stillness echoes their flapping wings.
A song a lover once sang to her,
has found its way through the waning light.
She can almost feel him touching her,
as the warm breeze stirs, this gentle night.
She won’t admit how alone she feels.
Memories carry her just so far.
How do moon shimmers on the water,
so easily find each wound and scar?
How did the moon come to know so much?
The cloak of darkness, this secret place;
she could hide and believe the silence,
drifting with the stars that filled this space.
THEY are her loving comfort this night,
till her heart can purge all that’s sour.
THEY are a nurturing mother’s song,
and she to them, a sacred flower.
THEY can unleash her unspoken rage,
pulling daggers from beneath her breast.
She must bleed, then find arms of safety,
wherein she can finally know rest.
She walks a journey in sorrow's name.
She, to THEM, a child of the ages.
Dawn guides her back to reality,
light of heart, Spirit blessed; clean new pages.
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Posted: Apr 2013
About this poem:
There is so much meaning in this poem and I wish I could know what others get from it. I've already been asked what I was thinking when I wrote it. As you can tell, many things. My life, my mom, how it is for us alone when night comes. Thoughts?
Jeolousy
She saved my life
because of her
I write the poems i could not write...
Sometimes I write
the equivalent of typing into a trashcan
feeding my own wastebasket...
Sometimes I feel jealousy
perhaps we are all savages inside
I tell myself not to feel jealous...
Jealousy is destructive
it won't make me a better writer
or a better person...
Perhaps I can change my network name
I would change it
to humility/surrender...
But she saved my life
I have faith with the work
regardless of how many people read it...
because of her
I write the poems i could not write...
Sometimes I write
the equivalent of typing into a trashcan
feeding my own wastebasket...
Sometimes I feel jealousy
perhaps we are all savages inside
I tell myself not to feel jealous...
Jealousy is destructive
it won't make me a better writer
or a better person...
Perhaps I can change my network name
I would change it
to humility/surrender...
But she saved my life
I have faith with the work
regardless of how many people read it...
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Posted: Apr 2013
About this poem:
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