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People Watchin'
For places to open
A spree is all we need
People can be hard spoken
The smell of half greed
You can be so pretty
For my fellow's keyed
And the sting is bust
Like this to their plead.
A spree is all we need
People can be hard spoken
The smell of half greed
You can be so pretty
For my fellow's keyed
And the sting is bust
Like this to their plead.
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Posted: Oct 2009
Post CommentLosing The Will
Hoplessly trying to claw out to see the light
losing strength and will to fight
trapped in this hole i have put myself in
so dirty and dusty it's hard to breath in
clawing cold walls and screaming out
knees and hands bleeding as i crawl about
I am only sheltered from the outsides light
caught in this hole losing sanity , i need to fight
losing strength and will to fight
trapped in this hole i have put myself in
so dirty and dusty it's hard to breath in
clawing cold walls and screaming out
knees and hands bleeding as i crawl about
I am only sheltered from the outsides light
caught in this hole losing sanity , i need to fight
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Posted: Oct 2009
About this poem:
I wrote this poem at a very hard time in my life, when i was homeless
" Train of Thought"
bizzare n abstract
they weigh in life fact
taggers thought through the air
clung to steel canvas forms
steel ball....back an forth
colours outline black with red
eight foot long story told
from the thoughts in his head
hue of rust strip of white
pastelled thought comes to shape
expressioned wave of his hand
misted air yellow lands
flow of arc shots of brown
turquoise blue misted black
needle shaped in a line
symboled scream on the left
depicted thought of the loss of a friend
backwash orange purple strokes
three in count sixteen dots
mixed in gold snake shape lines in moss green
overlaid mist a white not too much
tho its bright, keeps his thoughts safe an pure of what he's not seen
behind whats ontop
rounded silver three times sprayed
a reflection of him
one blackline years of life
a quivering shape to the right
it's been tagged now on steel
collaborative strokes
brings a head with no face
shouldered gray hair some in form of a wisk
where his mind's at been said with the shape of a Z'
twice now he's tagged this car through the years
with thoughts of his past his future his tears
some days he'll sit an read tags all day
for each one is different with stories they tell
each tag that you see has a meaning of sorts
the taggers heart thoughts pure depth of thought
some distinctive in strife of a taggers dark life....
when the wig wags come down an your stuck at the tracks, think of a tagger and reflect back to these words.....
they weigh in life fact
taggers thought through the air
clung to steel canvas forms
steel ball....back an forth
colours outline black with red
eight foot long story told
from the thoughts in his head
hue of rust strip of white
pastelled thought comes to shape
expressioned wave of his hand
misted air yellow lands
flow of arc shots of brown
turquoise blue misted black
needle shaped in a line
symboled scream on the left
depicted thought of the loss of a friend
backwash orange purple strokes
three in count sixteen dots
mixed in gold snake shape lines in moss green
overlaid mist a white not too much
tho its bright, keeps his thoughts safe an pure of what he's not seen
behind whats ontop
rounded silver three times sprayed
a reflection of him
one blackline years of life
a quivering shape to the right
it's been tagged now on steel
collaborative strokes
brings a head with no face
shouldered gray hair some in form of a wisk
where his mind's at been said with the shape of a Z'
twice now he's tagged this car through the years
with thoughts of his past his future his tears
some days he'll sit an read tags all day
for each one is different with stories they tell
each tag that you see has a meaning of sorts
the taggers heart thoughts pure depth of thought
some distinctive in strife of a taggers dark life....
when the wig wags come down an your stuck at the tracks, think of a tagger and reflect back to these words.....
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Posted: Oct 2009
About this poem:
Taggers are very much like writers, a different style is all.I am a rock, I am an island
No rock is hard enough
No island is too distant
for pain and crying...
No island is too distant
for pain and crying...
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Posted: Oct 2009
Post Commentskill
some call it luck i call it pure skill
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Posted: Oct 2009
About this poem:
mixed with a whole lot of hate
Love estranged
Unspoken words we're afraid to say
need to be heard anyway
You're right here but feel so far away
trying to hide from yersterday
Somethings got to give
we try to hard to try to live
We could have made a change
before we found ourselves estranged
I love you more today
than anyone ever has along the way
Your here in body
but your mind's astray
but you can't hide from yesterday
And you try to make me cry
To have something to pass the time
But my emotional defences are high
And so am I
Something to ease the pain
Sleep all day in the pouring rain
as I die again
with the thought of you with another man
How much more can I take
How many more times can I break
As you find a new place to hide
I die a little more on the inside
I love you more everyday
despite the words I hear you say
It's only our hearts we betray
when we turn each other away
That's when you try to make me cry
You think it's enough to get you by
But my emotional defences are high
And so am I, and so am I
And the emptiness
causes the distress
in a choice we cannot make
Because a choice this bad
will only make life far to sad
if it's made in haste
And the lonliness
cuts like broken glass
leaving a pain that we can taste
And the nights unrest
causes bitterness
in the truth we cannot face
need to be heard anyway
You're right here but feel so far away
trying to hide from yersterday
Somethings got to give
we try to hard to try to live
We could have made a change
before we found ourselves estranged
I love you more today
than anyone ever has along the way
Your here in body
but your mind's astray
but you can't hide from yesterday
And you try to make me cry
To have something to pass the time
But my emotional defences are high
And so am I
Something to ease the pain
Sleep all day in the pouring rain
as I die again
with the thought of you with another man
How much more can I take
How many more times can I break
As you find a new place to hide
I die a little more on the inside
I love you more everyday
despite the words I hear you say
It's only our hearts we betray
when we turn each other away
That's when you try to make me cry
You think it's enough to get you by
But my emotional defences are high
And so am I, and so am I
And the emptiness
causes the distress
in a choice we cannot make
Because a choice this bad
will only make life far to sad
if it's made in haste
And the lonliness
cuts like broken glass
leaving a pain that we can taste
And the nights unrest
causes bitterness
in the truth we cannot face
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Posted: Oct 2009
Post CommentI made YOU; so why complain
I made you a grouch, when I nagged
Over things that was already bagged
So now you are grumpy and vile
I keep asking you to smile
Why did tell me the truth
I made you a brute
I made you sloppy with my insecurity
Now I want to behave all uppity
You no longer pay heed to your look
And I complain about your tie looking crook
I feel like a mother I keep saying
But when you cared I thought you were out playing
I made you a work-a-holic by being there
Now I say you don't love me or care
When you wore there for me I felt smothered
You gave love and I felt bothered
Now your desk makes you feel more welcomed than I
And I hate your work for letting this love die
I made you who you are I can see that upon reflection
I gave your criticisms, complains and rejection
When all you wanted was a life long companion
Now you dont want to be part of this union
And I want to change that please give me a chance
To make our lives of filled with romance
Over things that was already bagged
So now you are grumpy and vile
I keep asking you to smile
Why did tell me the truth
I made you a brute
I made you sloppy with my insecurity
Now I want to behave all uppity
You no longer pay heed to your look
And I complain about your tie looking crook
I feel like a mother I keep saying
But when you cared I thought you were out playing
I made you a work-a-holic by being there
Now I say you don't love me or care
When you wore there for me I felt smothered
You gave love and I felt bothered
Now your desk makes you feel more welcomed than I
And I hate your work for letting this love die
I made you who you are I can see that upon reflection
I gave your criticisms, complains and rejection
When all you wanted was a life long companion
Now you dont want to be part of this union
And I want to change that please give me a chance
To make our lives of filled with romance
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Posted: Oct 2009
About this poem:
Sometimes it is not all because of Mr. Right often times Mrs. Right is the party that is wrong.
What is Life
I came on earth a seed of life
To become amongst other mortal people of life ,animals insects in this world of life
I was born with fingers and toes
Ten little pinkies and ten litle toes
Daily i grew stronger day by day through my journy of life
Till i grew from an infant on my journey of life
Into my teens i am homeward bound,Information i have stored on my journey of life
locked up stored away for my journey of life
Am propelled into my adulthood like a man but still not know who i am and the meaning of life
My journey was slow now it is fast the years was slow now it is fast
Into my future i am propelled on my daily quest for life
I am one of millions on this earth propelled into are journey of life Some young some old and some inbetween
we are united in are journey of life, as comrades as individuals in Are journey of life
On are mission to make the most of are life are journeys short we make Mistakes we try to learn from are mistakes on are journey of life
What are journey is we /I are not sure but to make a good life for one and all
To become amongst other mortal people of life ,animals insects in this world of life
I was born with fingers and toes
Ten little pinkies and ten litle toes
Daily i grew stronger day by day through my journy of life
Till i grew from an infant on my journey of life
Into my teens i am homeward bound,Information i have stored on my journey of life
locked up stored away for my journey of life
Am propelled into my adulthood like a man but still not know who i am and the meaning of life
My journey was slow now it is fast the years was slow now it is fast
Into my future i am propelled on my daily quest for life
I am one of millions on this earth propelled into are journey of life Some young some old and some inbetween
we are united in are journey of life, as comrades as individuals in Are journey of life
On are mission to make the most of are life are journeys short we make Mistakes we try to learn from are mistakes on are journey of life
What are journey is we /I are not sure but to make a good life for one and all
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Posted: Oct 2009
About this poem:
was wondering why we becam mortal and wher life takes us
Wheels
WHEELS
Turning on my youth’s cycle, no cars in sight
no computers, no spacemen, no Aids fright.
Turning on the Clydeside cranes, in the mills
and in the shops cheaper unreceipted tills.
Turning only once on the surface of The Pit,
The Bing, The Pond, the bonfires we lit.
Turning on the second finger of my first wife
lasting no longer than a sliced cake’s life.
Turning on the steamer to a new honeymoon
true love this time, but don’t speak too soon.
Turning slowly on twin hearses all traffic stop,
now no more winding of the mantelpiece prop!
Turning on the ticket style, up there again
and on this strangers long southbound train.
Turning on the black taxi that gets me here
to a new home that brings on a clannish tear.
Turning forever inside my heart and my head
tender thoughts of loved ones already dead!
Turning continually on my life’s Meccano set,
soon it will be my turn, but not just yet.
Turning on the memories of ‘just yesterday’
they weren’t really, it just seems that way.
Turning my head when a voice calls “Dad”
helping me forget the failures I’ve had!
sonofadam
Turning on my youth’s cycle, no cars in sight
no computers, no spacemen, no Aids fright.
Turning on the Clydeside cranes, in the mills
and in the shops cheaper unreceipted tills.
Turning only once on the surface of The Pit,
The Bing, The Pond, the bonfires we lit.
Turning on the second finger of my first wife
lasting no longer than a sliced cake’s life.
Turning on the steamer to a new honeymoon
true love this time, but don’t speak too soon.
Turning slowly on twin hearses all traffic stop,
now no more winding of the mantelpiece prop!
Turning on the ticket style, up there again
and on this strangers long southbound train.
Turning on the black taxi that gets me here
to a new home that brings on a clannish tear.
Turning forever inside my heart and my head
tender thoughts of loved ones already dead!
Turning continually on my life’s Meccano set,
soon it will be my turn, but not just yet.
Turning on the memories of ‘just yesterday’
they weren’t really, it just seems that way.
Turning my head when a voice calls “Dad”
helping me forget the failures I’ve had!
sonofadam
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Posted: Sep 2009
About this poem:
A bing is a coal slag heap!The mantelpiece prop was my parent's clock which my Dad wound every day!
This was my second and last time leaving Scotland hence:
'up there again'
The Greatest Gift
The Greatest Gift
What power has anointed me with this fate
and opened wider destiny’s hidden gate?
No greater gift can make a man’s life enliven
than to witness the first gasp of a life given!
What greatness have I perceived to have done
that I, surely unworthy, have this prize won?
Could only true love present this priceless gift
and give a simple man’s soul a heavenly lift?
What greater prize can come any man’s way
than to become a Dad on his own birthday?
Now my daughter rests safe within my eyes
protected from society’s encroaching cries!
sonofadam
What power has anointed me with this fate
and opened wider destiny’s hidden gate?
No greater gift can make a man’s life enliven
than to witness the first gasp of a life given!
What greatness have I perceived to have done
that I, surely unworthy, have this prize won?
Could only true love present this priceless gift
and give a simple man’s soul a heavenly lift?
What greater prize can come any man’s way
than to become a Dad on his own birthday?
Now my daughter rests safe within my eyes
protected from society’s encroaching cries!
sonofadam
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Posted: Jul 2009
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