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Dont ever question that
Don't ever question that
Enough to hold you to the brightest of lights,
to place you dangerously close to that sun,
enough to acknowledge the flaws you can't ignore
and recognize the cause of what's done is done,
more than enough to put my name behind my ideals,
and neglect my logic twice daily.
enough to keep me looking for my lucy in the sky with gems,
when I remember how you used to call me baby,
enough to look in my mirror with detest for every tear you shed regardless of
why you wept,
enough to curse any man who can't appreciate the depth of the ocean i swam
till i ran out of breath.
I love you, don't ever question that,
that's why we'll probably never get along.
if I was better at finding the right words to say, I wouldn't need to write
these songs.
Riding the public transit,
I study the blank stares to answer my questions of how and why I got so many
grey hairs. I take care of the nervous that runs through my extension cord,
and I reflect on that reoccurring dream where we met the Lord.
single file lines, to give her a pound one at a time but when i faced her-
I attempted to embrace her, she looked so fine,
I awoke from my sleep before her bodyguard had a chance to beat me to
submission and I still walk with my religion.
I watched the children scurry in circles around a two-way mirror,
worrying about which side of the glass projects the reflection clearer.
hear the whispers of the wind trying to get me to grin,
gassing' me up about the love that I plucked and I've been stuck within,
for every eclipse that stares at me from the other side of a paper cup of
espresso-
I light a match beneath a kettle,
and for ever set of lips that become attached and equipped with that program
to seek success, i bleed my ethics out a slow drip.
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I used to know a man who met a woman, dont remember where,
big beautiful eyes and light brown hair,
she was from the burbs, he was from the south side of the city,
this was back when Franklin avenue was still pretty.
two different worlds apart, but the world is just a small town-
we all know how people like to get down.
here we go, aquarius, pisces,
feel the flow of the fluid as I swim through it to free my soul.
bush shoved the cane without the glove numbed the pain.
the magic from up above what it does for the brain,
make the love, paint the picture, write the song, the player met a virgin
made a virgo named him sean.
make the love, paint the picture, write the song, the player met a virgin
made a virgo named him sean.
make the love, paint the picture and write that song till the break of dawn.
Enough to hold you to the brightest of lights,
to place you dangerously close to that sun,
enough to acknowledge the flaws you can't ignore
and recognize the cause of what's done is done,
more than enough to put my name behind my ideals,
and neglect my logic twice daily.
enough to keep me looking for my lucy in the sky with gems,
when I remember how you used to call me baby,
enough to look in my mirror with detest for every tear you shed regardless of
why you wept,
enough to curse any man who can't appreciate the depth of the ocean i swam
till i ran out of breath.
I love you, don't ever question that,
that's why we'll probably never get along.
if I was better at finding the right words to say, I wouldn't need to write
these songs.
Riding the public transit,
I study the blank stares to answer my questions of how and why I got so many
grey hairs. I take care of the nervous that runs through my extension cord,
and I reflect on that reoccurring dream where we met the Lord.
single file lines, to give her a pound one at a time but when i faced her-
I attempted to embrace her, she looked so fine,
I awoke from my sleep before her bodyguard had a chance to beat me to
submission and I still walk with my religion.
I watched the children scurry in circles around a two-way mirror,
worrying about which side of the glass projects the reflection clearer.
hear the whispers of the wind trying to get me to grin,
gassing' me up about the love that I plucked and I've been stuck within,
for every eclipse that stares at me from the other side of a paper cup of
espresso-
I light a match beneath a kettle,
and for ever set of lips that become attached and equipped with that program
to seek success, i bleed my ethics out a slow drip.
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I used to know a man who met a woman, dont remember where,
big beautiful eyes and light brown hair,
she was from the burbs, he was from the south side of the city,
this was back when Franklin avenue was still pretty.
two different worlds apart, but the world is just a small town-
we all know how people like to get down.
here we go, aquarius, pisces,
feel the flow of the fluid as I swim through it to free my soul.
bush shoved the cane without the glove numbed the pain.
the magic from up above what it does for the brain,
make the love, paint the picture, write the song, the player met a virgin
made a virgo named him sean.
make the love, paint the picture, write the song, the player met a virgin
made a virgo named him sean.
make the love, paint the picture and write that song till the break of dawn.
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Posted: Jan 2011
About this poem:
(this is not a poem, i get alot of my poetic influence from musicians and alot of people miss out on good stuff because there not into a certain genre of music so enjoy ill be posting more in the future. If you have any questions as to the artist or would like more references id be glad to answer.)
Nature's Calm
The sight of white velvet stretched across the land,
A breath frozen in midstream.
A calming quiet is at hand,
The day is such a wondrous dream.
People pass by, steady and slow
With a greeting, a smile, or a look.
And children excited with faces aglow!
A night's snowfall was all that it took.
The world seems purified from all of its sins,
A magic that only Nature provides.
It seems to promise anew, to begin,
Through the cold, a warmth born inside.
No man could hope to create an event,
With such an awesome affect.
Though some would try hard to their fullest extent,
Nature's ability commands a respect.
Not only just in its most powerful state,
But in its most gentle, too.
It has strength in its gentle, that all can relate,
Changing conscience which no human can do.
A breath frozen in midstream.
A calming quiet is at hand,
The day is such a wondrous dream.
People pass by, steady and slow
With a greeting, a smile, or a look.
And children excited with faces aglow!
A night's snowfall was all that it took.
The world seems purified from all of its sins,
A magic that only Nature provides.
It seems to promise anew, to begin,
Through the cold, a warmth born inside.
No man could hope to create an event,
With such an awesome affect.
Though some would try hard to their fullest extent,
Nature's ability commands a respect.
Not only just in its most powerful state,
But in its most gentle, too.
It has strength in its gentle, that all can relate,
Changing conscience which no human can do.
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Posted: Jul 2010
About this poem:
This poem is under my © Copyright 1999-2010 by HMc . . I Wrote this piece after a Blizzard, While I watched how the attitudes of people became kinder, calmer, and more caring after a snow storm . . Your grumpy neighbor comes out, smiles, and he/she gladly helps you clear the snow from your driveway . . . yet on a sunny day he would be his/her grumpy neighbor self . . . An Amazing thing, Snow!. . I wonder if in a place where it snows quite frequently, if it has the same affect, as in places where it doesn't snow as often. ? . . . Be Blessed Always Everybody and thank you again for your reading my work.
Days
There are days when you cry
though not a single tear
does not run down the cheek.
There are words
that are born in bitterness,
though they will never be said.
There are moments
of great loneliness
although it is full of people.
There are cloudy days,
full of rain
and one would like
to sink into their streams.
There is a time
when you want to find yourself
but don't know where to look.
though not a single tear
does not run down the cheek.
There are words
that are born in bitterness,
though they will never be said.
There are moments
of great loneliness
although it is full of people.
There are cloudy days,
full of rain
and one would like
to sink into their streams.
There is a time
when you want to find yourself
but don't know where to look.
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Posted: Dec 2019
Post CommentDon't punish me
Don't punish me anymore
for bad deeds
depth of longing
hidden desires
quiet hopes
interrupted by a scream
and sweat drops
after a crazy touch
for a gentle smile
stolen fleetingly
and moments of silence
after the storm broke out
closed eyes
in the shoulder flexion
listening to silence
what will not happen again
Don't punish me anymore.
for bad deeds
depth of longing
hidden desires
quiet hopes
interrupted by a scream
and sweat drops
after a crazy touch
for a gentle smile
stolen fleetingly
and moments of silence
after the storm broke out
closed eyes
in the shoulder flexion
listening to silence
what will not happen again
Don't punish me anymore.
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Posted: Aug 2019
Post CommentJain to jain kahan
Jain to jain kahan, samjay ga kon yahan dard bharay dil ki zuban, apna bi gham hay un ka bi gham hay, ab dil k bachay ki umeed kam hay, ik kashti so toofan, jain to jain kahan
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Posted: May 2011
Post Comment
UNDERSTANDING...
How to tell you to understand me very well
Understanding is not easy as you think
If it is between two souls
And more if they are more honest and truthful
I am sure you will take more time to do this
But how can I wait for you
To live without a dear and near
Understand me is so simple
If you are honest and humble
Then you never take more time
Bcuz you just need to take the way to
Think about your feels to understand me
But it is not easy as you think
If you are trying to cheat me and your soul…
Understanding is not easy as you think
If it is between two souls
And more if they are more honest and truthful
I am sure you will take more time to do this
But how can I wait for you
To live without a dear and near
Understand me is so simple
If you are honest and humble
Then you never take more time
Bcuz you just need to take the way to
Think about your feels to understand me
But it is not easy as you think
If you are trying to cheat me and your soul…
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Posted: Sep 2009
About this poem:
HOW CAN SHE UNDERSTAND ME...IF I SAY LIKE THIS..?
The unspoken words
In the realm of so many words,
I stumble and fumble, lost in the blur,
But when I catch a glimpse of your tender face,
All my eloquence fades, I'm left without a trace.
And in the quiet moments, when the world falls away,
I hope you'll always hear, the words I don't say,
For sometimes the silence speaks louder than sound,
In the language of love, where true hearts are found.
So let's revel in the spaces that words cannot hold,
as we find a deeper meaning in what is untold,
For in the unspoken whispers, our connection is found,
my words may fail me but my heart's song is loud.
I stumble and fumble, lost in the blur,
But when I catch a glimpse of your tender face,
All my eloquence fades, I'm left without a trace.
And in the quiet moments, when the world falls away,
I hope you'll always hear, the words I don't say,
For sometimes the silence speaks louder than sound,
In the language of love, where true hearts are found.
So let's revel in the spaces that words cannot hold,
as we find a deeper meaning in what is untold,
For in the unspoken whispers, our connection is found,
my words may fail me but my heart's song is loud.
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Posted: Sep 2023
Post Comment
The Magic Man
What a woman wants,
Is what I can do,
A warrior with his sword,
Weary--- But can take on two,-
A magician and his wand,
Take her under his spell,
Bring her to Heaven,
Giving her Hell,---
The magic man,
That mastered his skills,---
What a woman needs,
I can bring,
Fancy cars, mansions,
A part of the elite,-
From a poor way of life,
To rose petals at your feet,
I may be your pauper,
I may be your king,---
The magic man,
That's mastered his skills,---
What a woman loves,
I can be,
A loner, a biker, ha, a rock star?,
Whatever she wishes to perceive,-
I could be a dream,
Coming true,
What she yearns for,
Girl, it's up to you!,---
I'm the magic man,
That has mastered his skills,---
Is what I can do,
A warrior with his sword,
Weary--- But can take on two,-
A magician and his wand,
Take her under his spell,
Bring her to Heaven,
Giving her Hell,---
The magic man,
That mastered his skills,---
What a woman needs,
I can bring,
Fancy cars, mansions,
A part of the elite,-
From a poor way of life,
To rose petals at your feet,
I may be your pauper,
I may be your king,---
The magic man,
That's mastered his skills,---
What a woman loves,
I can be,
A loner, a biker, ha, a rock star?,
Whatever she wishes to perceive,-
I could be a dream,
Coming true,
What she yearns for,
Girl, it's up to you!,---
I'm the magic man,
That has mastered his skills,---
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Posted: Dec 2021
About this poem:
This one I wrote 12-20-2021. I'm hoping this to be a good sign, for I really haven't written anything "wild, metal, hard and heavy" in quite a while! Who knows, I may play on stage once more? lol For the sad song lovers, fear not. I have many of those I'll sling on here next year (with some metal, too)! Let your hair down and enjoy the holidays! Merry Christmas!!Driving
Been car-less now for quite a while.
In fact, it's been a year.
I've had to hitch to get around,
Been quite a challenge here.
But now I've found a friend who has,
A pick-up truck to drive.
It's made a difference in my life,
This feeling, so alive.
Jump in the seat and turn the key,
The engine springs awake.
Now don't forget to click the belt,
No chances now to take.
Get it in gear and press the gas,
A simple little thing,
But having been without so long,
It makes my heart to sing.
The open road, the freedom to,
Just come and go at will.
A feeling so empowering,
It really is a thrill.
I thank my friend for bringing back,
This robust sensation.
Liberation! So much more than,
Basic transportation.
In fact, it's been a year.
I've had to hitch to get around,
Been quite a challenge here.
But now I've found a friend who has,
A pick-up truck to drive.
It's made a difference in my life,
This feeling, so alive.
Jump in the seat and turn the key,
The engine springs awake.
Now don't forget to click the belt,
No chances now to take.
Get it in gear and press the gas,
A simple little thing,
But having been without so long,
It makes my heart to sing.
The open road, the freedom to,
Just come and go at will.
A feeling so empowering,
It really is a thrill.
I thank my friend for bringing back,
This robust sensation.
Liberation! So much more than,
Basic transportation.
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Posted: Aug 2010
About this poem:
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