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Still On My Own
Late one night, a hollow moon
Dances so light, across the sky
Hear the coyotes cry
On the ridge, when passing by
Falling stars, I wish upon
See my troubles gone
Fast to sleep, a dreamy night
Running so hard, against the wild
Frightened horses smiled
In the meadow, through waving grass
Nothing lasts, to remember
But still September
Far to go, ‘till morning comes
Washes the sea, crashing the waves
How crazy life behaves
Out my window, across the bay
Sailing fast, I ride alone
Still on my own
Dances so light, across the sky
Hear the coyotes cry
On the ridge, when passing by
Falling stars, I wish upon
See my troubles gone
Fast to sleep, a dreamy night
Running so hard, against the wild
Frightened horses smiled
In the meadow, through waving grass
Nothing lasts, to remember
But still September
Far to go, ‘till morning comes
Washes the sea, crashing the waves
How crazy life behaves
Out my window, across the bay
Sailing fast, I ride alone
Still on my own
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Posted: Sep 2013
About this poem:
An abstract poem about dreaming on a lonely night.
The Sun Will Never Shine Again
The Sun Will Never Shine Again
nor thunder will the sea.
No moonlit summer skies ahead.
There'll be no nights of ecstacy.
Tomorrow's only promise now
is barren emptiness.
The dazzling world
I once saw through raptured eyes
has fallen cold and colorless.
I remember laughter with you.
Your silhouette against the sunset captured me.
The dazzling autumn days held no glory next to you,
the starlit sky no magesty.
My very life began with you.
Now that you're gone
there's nothing left to do but cry.
Two lovers torn apart
though love will never die.
and since you've gone away
I know the sun will never shine
for me.
The sun will never shine again...
nor thunder will the sea.
No moonlit summer skies ahead.
There'll be no nights of ecstacy.
Tomorrow's only promise now
is barren emptiness.
The dazzling world
I once saw through raptured eyes
has fallen cold and colorless.
I remember laughter with you.
Your silhouette against the sunset captured me.
The dazzling autumn days held no glory next to you,
the starlit sky no magesty.
My very life began with you.
Now that you're gone
there's nothing left to do but cry.
Two lovers torn apart
though love will never die.
and since you've gone away
I know the sun will never shine
for me.
The sun will never shine again...
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Posted: Jul 2013
About this poem:
Written by Moi, l'meme, back in 1984. Came to mind this morning and I thought I'd better share it somewhere before it disappeared into my decaying graymatter.Gadzooks, I was emotive back then! {:-)
"It All Starts Over Again"
We will cry, and we will shout. But will the angels hear our call?
We will cry, and we will shout. But will the angels hear our call?
I hear the screams of children running, I hear the sounds of people gunning.
I see the bombs flashing in the sky, as my mind is screaming, "Why?"
Why fight this useless battle, why fight this useless war.
In 20 years we'll all be back to fight for something more.
This scarred flag that we all fly, raising high to show our pride.
Hides the fact that we are shamed by our leaders that have lied.
Greed is the motive that our leaders use to fight.
Yet they hide behind their words and they hide behind our strife.
Their banks are packed tightly up to the brim, their futures bright while ours are dim.
They fly around in their expensive jets, while we're up to our eyes in debt.
So will we fight for our right to ignite our inner light?
Or will we fall to them all and crawl to their call?
Stand up! Scream it! We don't want any more of this.
Rise up! Speak out! We are done with this.
It all solves nothing, because in the end.
It all starts over again.
A wife sits with a baby at her home, crying as she clutches onto the phone.
In another country, in another land, there is another family that would understand.
Two apparent enemies, their families torn apart.
By a war that none of them ever had any part.
An oprhaned child sits all alone on the streets.
His parents killed by strangers marching in fleets.
The innocence in our hearts dying as our soldiers stand to fight.
The hope in our hearts dying as our soldiers fall to the plight.
They all claim that they are doing what's best, meanwhile all of our voices are oppressed.
Yet their family and friends are all protected, while the rest of us are affected.
So will we fight for our right to ignite our inner light?
Or will we fall to them all and crawl to their call?
Stand up! Scream it! We don't want any more of this.
Rise up! Speak out! We are done with this.
It all solves nothing, because in the end.
It all starts over again.
So will we fight for our right to ignite our inner light?
Or will we fall to them all and crawl to their call?
Stand up! Scream it! We don't want any more of this.
Rise up! Speak out! We are done with this.
It all solves nothing, because in the end.
It all starts over again.
We will cry, and we will shout. But will the angels hear our call?
We will cry, and we will shout. But will the angels hear our call?
Oh, oh, beware. It will all start over again....
We will cry, and we will shout. But will the angels hear our call?
I hear the screams of children running, I hear the sounds of people gunning.
I see the bombs flashing in the sky, as my mind is screaming, "Why?"
Why fight this useless battle, why fight this useless war.
In 20 years we'll all be back to fight for something more.
This scarred flag that we all fly, raising high to show our pride.
Hides the fact that we are shamed by our leaders that have lied.
Greed is the motive that our leaders use to fight.
Yet they hide behind their words and they hide behind our strife.
Their banks are packed tightly up to the brim, their futures bright while ours are dim.
They fly around in their expensive jets, while we're up to our eyes in debt.
So will we fight for our right to ignite our inner light?
Or will we fall to them all and crawl to their call?
Stand up! Scream it! We don't want any more of this.
Rise up! Speak out! We are done with this.
It all solves nothing, because in the end.
It all starts over again.
A wife sits with a baby at her home, crying as she clutches onto the phone.
In another country, in another land, there is another family that would understand.
Two apparent enemies, their families torn apart.
By a war that none of them ever had any part.
An oprhaned child sits all alone on the streets.
His parents killed by strangers marching in fleets.
The innocence in our hearts dying as our soldiers stand to fight.
The hope in our hearts dying as our soldiers fall to the plight.
They all claim that they are doing what's best, meanwhile all of our voices are oppressed.
Yet their family and friends are all protected, while the rest of us are affected.
So will we fight for our right to ignite our inner light?
Or will we fall to them all and crawl to their call?
Stand up! Scream it! We don't want any more of this.
Rise up! Speak out! We are done with this.
It all solves nothing, because in the end.
It all starts over again.
So will we fight for our right to ignite our inner light?
Or will we fall to them all and crawl to their call?
Stand up! Scream it! We don't want any more of this.
Rise up! Speak out! We are done with this.
It all solves nothing, because in the end.
It all starts over again.
We will cry, and we will shout. But will the angels hear our call?
We will cry, and we will shout. But will the angels hear our call?
Oh, oh, beware. It will all start over again....
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Posted: Jul 2013
About this poem:
This is obviously a war song. I'm in the middle of writing a story, and it in the main character is fighting in a war she has no choice but to participate in. I wrote this song as sort of a "background song" to them marching to an ongoing battle. It is a mix of rap/metal. Italics are of a regular, flowing singing (by a woman in my head), while the rest is harsher obviously, (this time in my head, it's a male.) However it pops up in your head is up to you though.
Unwishful Thinking
You're dead to me.
and it brings a smile to my
Evil side
Can't watch you breathe
No Breath will ever enter your chest
Again
Even though to me it means every thing to see
Your corpse start to
Rot away
Before my eyes
I can't look away
From this beautiful site
So sad to say.
So sad to think these evil things of you
Every bit of this is all for you
So sad to say
So sad to think these evil things of you
Every bit of this is all for you.
I wish the worst
Possible way to make your heart just burst
Inside your chest
Inside the empty place that's now
A cavity
Bring it all to me
Bring back the life from your buried smile
Even though to me it means every thing
Just to watch you die
So sad to say
So sad to think these evil things of you
Every bit of this is all for you
So sad to say
So sad to think these evil things of you
Every bit of this is all for tot
You're dead to me
You're dead to me
You're dead to me
You're dead to me
So sad to say
So sad to think these evil things of you
Every bit of this is all for you
So sad to say
So sad to think these evil things of you
Every bit of this is all for you
and it brings a smile to my
Evil side
Can't watch you breathe
No Breath will ever enter your chest
Again
Even though to me it means every thing to see
Your corpse start to
Rot away
Before my eyes
I can't look away
From this beautiful site
So sad to say.
So sad to think these evil things of you
Every bit of this is all for you
So sad to say
So sad to think these evil things of you
Every bit of this is all for you.
I wish the worst
Possible way to make your heart just burst
Inside your chest
Inside the empty place that's now
A cavity
Bring it all to me
Bring back the life from your buried smile
Even though to me it means every thing
Just to watch you die
So sad to say
So sad to think these evil things of you
Every bit of this is all for you
So sad to say
So sad to think these evil things of you
Every bit of this is all for tot
You're dead to me
You're dead to me
You're dead to me
You're dead to me
So sad to say
So sad to think these evil things of you
Every bit of this is all for you
So sad to say
So sad to think these evil things of you
Every bit of this is all for you
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Posted: Jul 2013
Post CommentTomorrow
Tomorrow is a promise
like so many I have heard.
Promises are easily broken
for they are only words.
Yesterday has vanished.
Tomorrow never comes.
I can't live my life
for memories
or waiting
on the dawn.
You ask "What of tomorrow?"
and Beloved, you've got to know
that I would to never leave you
beause I love you so.
But there've been so many others
who swore their undying need;
so I don't count upon your love.
Sure as I do, you'll leave.
"Tomorrow... Tomorrow,"
so many people say, "I'll love you still tomorrow,"
and then forget to love today.
But "Tomorrow, tomorrow..."
is but a promise,
cold and gray,
for all we have is memories
and the time we share today.
like so many I have heard.
Promises are easily broken
for they are only words.
Yesterday has vanished.
Tomorrow never comes.
I can't live my life
for memories
or waiting
on the dawn.
You ask "What of tomorrow?"
and Beloved, you've got to know
that I would to never leave you
beause I love you so.
But there've been so many others
who swore their undying need;
so I don't count upon your love.
Sure as I do, you'll leave.
"Tomorrow... Tomorrow,"
so many people say, "I'll love you still tomorrow,"
and then forget to love today.
But "Tomorrow, tomorrow..."
is but a promise,
cold and gray,
for all we have is memories
and the time we share today.
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Posted: Jun 2013
About this poem:
Consider this: "Love" is a VERB--and ongoing process of being the best soul you can be with each passing moment.An oldie from 1984, this little song popped into my mind a few days ago, out of nowhere, and asked to be shared. Hope you enjoy it.
Sorry I have been away so much of late. I'm working feverishly on the sequels to "Chalice" and on final edits of that herculean story. I could use a few beta readers. If there are among you any who'd like to get a free electronic copy of "Chalice" and review it for me on amazon, write me and I'll be happy to arrange to send you a .docx file.
Land of the dead
The other night when I was in bed,
With too many things in my head,
I went walking through the land of the dead,
Walking through the land of the dead...,
I heard all the things that they said,
I have many demons I dread,
Faces in the places ahead,
Whisper things I'd like to forget...,
Death's with me but she is my friend,
Said "Come and be with me in the end",
So I follow wherever I'm led,
We keep walking through the land of the dead...,
Now I'm laying down in my bed,
It's been made the sheets are all spread,
When reality and fantasy blend,
I know I wont be back again...,
Yeah...Walking through the land of the dead,
Walking through the land of the dead,
I been walking through the land of the dead
With these faces in the places ahead...,
Death's with me and she is my friend,
See it's our destiny to be in the end,
So I go wherever I'm led,
Walking through the land of the dead...
With too many things in my head,
I went walking through the land of the dead,
Walking through the land of the dead...,
I heard all the things that they said,
I have many demons I dread,
Faces in the places ahead,
Whisper things I'd like to forget...,
Death's with me but she is my friend,
Said "Come and be with me in the end",
So I follow wherever I'm led,
We keep walking through the land of the dead...,
Now I'm laying down in my bed,
It's been made the sheets are all spread,
When reality and fantasy blend,
I know I wont be back again...,
Yeah...Walking through the land of the dead,
Walking through the land of the dead,
I been walking through the land of the dead
With these faces in the places ahead...,
Death's with me and she is my friend,
See it's our destiny to be in the end,
So I go wherever I'm led,
Walking through the land of the dead...
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Posted: Nov 2010
About this poem:
Song...
Separate
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Im not sure that I have been myself
Oh well now what do I do?
When I look in the mirror and I see my face
I see you were never there for me
23 years have passed, but now that time has gone
You were who I believed in
Now look what youve done to me
Realize what youve done to US!
Well now that I think about it
It has always been you, about you
Now its just F*#k you!
Exit my mind as I feel my life come shivering
all through out my body.
My walls have been crumbling, tearing out everything
Its my fault I made this
Now I can destroy this
I can kill you!
The bull sh%#@ter, the lower denominator
Thorn in my spine, I uplift my eyes
As I stumble upon this new life Im finding
Your walls have been crumbling,I'm tearing down everything
Your broken machine helped destroyed this
Now I must rebuild it
Im not sure that I have been myself
Oh well now what do I do?
When I look in the mirror and I see my face
I see you were never there for me
23 years have passed, but now that time has gone
You were who I believed in
Now look what youve done to me
Realize what youve done to US!
Well now that I think about it
It has always been you, about you
Now its just F*#k you!
Exit my mind as I feel my life come shivering
all through out my body.
My walls have been crumbling, tearing out everything
Its my fault I made this
Now I can destroy this
I can kill you!
The bull sh%#@ter, the lower denominator
Thorn in my spine, I uplift my eyes
As I stumble upon this new life Im finding
Your walls have been crumbling,I'm tearing down everything
Your broken machine helped destroyed this
Now I must rebuild it
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Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
Something from a more adolescent time Im 34 now.losing a daughter lead to drinking, drugging ,and anger that lead to growing up.I wrote this not sure if Id post it, but why not? May not be Hotel California but these were my own demons and devices I had to overcome.
People say This
Today's a new day
so let's start a fresh
dancing and singing
to a new wor-ld
(People say this
people say that
words get twisted
this way and that)
churning and burning
laughing and dancing
spinning to-get-her
falling head over heel
(people)chorus
hoping and praying
for a new day a
listening and singing
turning and spinning
(people)chorus
heart in a spin in
not up nor down
loving and giving
of the new day a
(people say this
people say that
words get twisted
this way and that)
so let's start a fresh
dancing and singing
to a new wor-ld
(People say this
people say that
words get twisted
this way and that)
churning and burning
laughing and dancing
spinning to-get-her
falling head over heel
(people)chorus
hoping and praying
for a new day a
listening and singing
turning and spinning
(people)chorus
heart in a spin in
not up nor down
loving and giving
of the new day a
(people say this
people say that
words get twisted
this way and that)
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Posted: Mar 2013
About this poem:
this was a song I wrote back in 1982
Chicago Is My Kind Of Town
You have the buildings
You have the sights
Like Sears Towers now called Willis Tower
108 stories and 1,451 feet tall
You color your Chicago River Green for St. Patrick's Day
You have two baseball teams
The Cubs and the White Sox
You have the Bulls for basketball
You have the Blackhawks for hockey
You have the Bears for footballs
My kind of town Chicago is
My kind of town Chicago is
People who smile at you
My kind of people too
Each time I roam Chicago is
Calling me home
Visit the parks
Chicago has over 500 of them
Visit the beach
It's on Lake Michigan
If you've got money to burn
Walk the shops of the Magnificent Mile
If you're short on cash and need something free to do
Visit the Lincoln Park Zoo
My kind of town Chicago is
My kind of town Chicago is
My kind of people too
People who smile at you
Each time I roam Chicago is
Calling me home
You have the sights
Like Sears Towers now called Willis Tower
108 stories and 1,451 feet tall
You color your Chicago River Green for St. Patrick's Day
You have two baseball teams
The Cubs and the White Sox
You have the Bulls for basketball
You have the Blackhawks for hockey
You have the Bears for footballs
My kind of town Chicago is
My kind of town Chicago is
People who smile at you
My kind of people too
Each time I roam Chicago is
Calling me home
Visit the parks
Chicago has over 500 of them
Visit the beach
It's on Lake Michigan
If you've got money to burn
Walk the shops of the Magnificent Mile
If you're short on cash and need something free to do
Visit the Lincoln Park Zoo
My kind of town Chicago is
My kind of town Chicago is
My kind of people too
People who smile at you
Each time I roam Chicago is
Calling me home
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Posted: Apr 2013
About this poem:
This is a parody of Frank Sinatra's My Kind Of Town. Went to Chicago with a friend this last Tuesday. We couldn't get out and walk around because his friend was out of town and he couldn't afford to park his car so we just drove around Chicago for four hours sightseeing.
my final bow
Many years ago a man was persecuted for what he believed.
His skin torn from his bone, a crown made out of thorn and sent to calvery.
Where he made is final bow.
how will you make your final bow? Will you say no way. No how. Or throw your hands up in the air.
Screaming yes oh Lo...rd I care. Will you sacrafice for everlasting life. How will you make your final bow?
A young girl, so innocent, a gun pointed to her face. Asked a simple question and in her answer did not hesatate. Do you belive in God? YES. She made her final bow.
how will you make your final bow? Will you say no way. No how. Or throw your hands up in the air.
Screaming yes oh Lord I care. Will you sacrafice for everlasting life. How will you make your final bow?
Every night we get down on our knees and pray, thanking God for our blessing every day. We say he is in our hearts and we love him so. But when asked do you believe will you say no to save your skin of say yes and sit by Jesus's side forever? How will you make your final bow?
how will you make your final bow? Will you say no way. No how. Or throw your hands up in the air.
Screaming yes oh Lord I care. Will you sacrafice for everlasting life. How will you make your final bow?
God sent us his son as test number one. We failed but did not lose as long as he is the path we choose. Jesus made the very first bow.
how will you make your final bow? Will you say no way. No how. Or throw your hands up in the air.
Screaming yes oh Lord I care. Will you sacrafice for everlasting life. How will you make your final bow?
how will you make your final bow? Will you say no way. No how. Or throw your hands up in the air.
Screaming yes oh Lord I care. Will you sacrafice for everlasting life. How will you make your final bow?
I throw my hands up in the screaming yes o Lord I care. I will take ever lasting life. For you I will sacrifice. You will be my final bow. My final bow.
His skin torn from his bone, a crown made out of thorn and sent to calvery.
Where he made is final bow.
how will you make your final bow? Will you say no way. No how. Or throw your hands up in the air.
Screaming yes oh Lo...rd I care. Will you sacrafice for everlasting life. How will you make your final bow?
A young girl, so innocent, a gun pointed to her face. Asked a simple question and in her answer did not hesatate. Do you belive in God? YES. She made her final bow.
how will you make your final bow? Will you say no way. No how. Or throw your hands up in the air.
Screaming yes oh Lord I care. Will you sacrafice for everlasting life. How will you make your final bow?
Every night we get down on our knees and pray, thanking God for our blessing every day. We say he is in our hearts and we love him so. But when asked do you believe will you say no to save your skin of say yes and sit by Jesus's side forever? How will you make your final bow?
how will you make your final bow? Will you say no way. No how. Or throw your hands up in the air.
Screaming yes oh Lord I care. Will you sacrafice for everlasting life. How will you make your final bow?
God sent us his son as test number one. We failed but did not lose as long as he is the path we choose. Jesus made the very first bow.
how will you make your final bow? Will you say no way. No how. Or throw your hands up in the air.
Screaming yes oh Lord I care. Will you sacrafice for everlasting life. How will you make your final bow?
how will you make your final bow? Will you say no way. No how. Or throw your hands up in the air.
Screaming yes oh Lord I care. Will you sacrafice for everlasting life. How will you make your final bow?
I throw my hands up in the screaming yes o Lord I care. I will take ever lasting life. For you I will sacrifice. You will be my final bow. My final bow.
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Posted: Feb 2013
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