Current poems in progress...
happiness, hope, shock
crash, bloom, spark
the wind is blowing the wrong way
seasons shuffled by a bottom dealer
boil some water, the baby is coming
the mother is burning,
the sun devours itself.
the secrets of my mind r not hard 2 find,unless u choose 2 do not c.Add to commentary
r u stimulated by the mystery?
could it possibly a simple lack of interest?
i admit,i am not the best.
however,unlike most,i can boast that i am indeed damn close.
i come 2 thee,asking r u willing 2 do what u need 2 inorder that the situation b rectified?
it can't b denied.
the baggage u haul.
i accept it all.
i call thee "friend".
a name exalted.
chosen 4 only...the elite.
4 u,there is always a seat @ my table.
i am able 2 hear and accept the word "no".
i go 4 nothing more than complete honesty.
it's just me being who i am.
i'll b damned if i ever change.
if i did,would u even want me 2?
it's me and u.
dodging the barrage of dagger like issues that have been hurled @ us by the b.s's of the world.
united we stand.
we conquer those in distance of the sound of our call 2 arms.
we bask in the glorious light of the charms that HE bestows.
we r resillent.
it's all we know.
"it's all we know" - the ignorance of knowledge, both strength and an unimaginable weakness, which matters not.
taken out early in the game
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he broke my neck, he`s to blame
he was going too fast to avoid a crash
his bitch in his lap licking his lash
they didnt get hurt not even a scratch
now im a friggin cripple with hate building its patch
i`ll never golf again no softball no life
i`ve lost everything my house my kids my wife
i live in a dump on $900 a month and i ponder the end
by my own hand but it wouldnt help anyone who do still depend
on some advice or just to talk things thru
wanting me to tell them what to do
it`s hard to care when all you know is pain
no matter what i do the result`s the same
i thank GOD every day for letting me live
but secretly he knows im ready to give
i cant take much more everyday is the same no relief in sight
my memories are mostly gone the days are one
all rolling together as if they`re none
only one thing keeps me from hell
and i`m sorry its you that i must tell
the one thing worth living this life
is the fact i got rid of my wife.........classic38
Quite powerful and emotional. I'm glad you've gotten your life back and are here, able to share your thoughts and words with us. ms.
What have you done?
Aspects of life
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We thrust forward setting our goals.
Cutting edges to suit our fragile frames
Each day is passed for the next to come.
Tentacles of death scare us at times
And yet never fathom self to die first.
Clinging to hope, slinging off the fear,
Watching many perish, self never in list.
Dreams evolve to wishes to be fulfilled
Time in line may shatter them in a flash
And yet clinging to life for another wish
We go on, by a will to flourish here again.
Always wish Joy with the icings of Peace
Easier still, trying to sweeten the vast sea.
Wisdom goes some steps further to accept-
Smiles and tears with the same grace in life.
Weakness another form of virtue indeed
If realized, for that make us humbler still.
Growth is always from smaller to bigger
Growth towards perfection as per His will.
Liked it -H
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While trying to live life to the full
Unaware of the dangers attached
Virtues and vices to suit self best
A disguise for human respect
Only to know that it is late.
The journey towards the mature world
The face lost so many times
As each day taught us to crawl, walk and fall.
The tentacles of the chill came so fast
Binding self in a tight noose
Unable to cry or escape
The past deeds did the end job.
The birth , the growth, the death-
Thus zigzagged to the oblivion
Wishing to nestle fast with the dust.
Adieu, to none than my unsung self.
Good job -H
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as my brain awakens from perceived reality
contemplating, how time goes, how death comes,
so silent, as we hopeless pray to a deity.
We long, scared, as per in eternal slumber,
for more life than the one we wasted,
grieving, in the twilight of our mornings,
how little of earth's pleasures we tasted.
After all we readily gave away in our springs
and agreed to settle for what now gives us pain;
little time spent on things that made us smile
was better than all the days we lived in vain.
Do not be fooled by fate, nor, by your own past,
where you really thinking that it would last?
As years turn to hours, minutes into seconds,
when at the end the clock just moves to fast.
For if we look at what was this colorful road,
how at the stroke of midnight our chariot is gone
and if we had used our youth and strength wisely,
regret at the inevitable end would not come.
Our lives are rivers that run to the dark sea,
an ocean of nothingness which we know as death,
we ask for forgiveness to those that we loved,
before those words consume our last breath.
Just passing by. A few years ago, a friend asked me to write about my take on death. Hope you like it .Closed previous version because I didn't like how it looked. H
They change the world,
Then said goodbye!
Steve did a Job for us,
Was then transplanted
To where I could not
Reach him by by his own
Gandhi showed the World
How to change grooved course
Of violence in hallowed peace.
Except for one, next to him,
Who did not hear his message,
And bade goodbye with a gun.
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of existence, for me, all around, everything is joy.
I feel I am an immortal, with an unending thirst,
for the simple events, that validate my emotions
and bring back memories lost when I was a boy!.
Years ago I promised to contemplate the stars,
while looking at diaphanous equatorial nights.
When the moon illuminates my perplexed eyes,
the firmament always surprises me with beauty,
as I wait to experience a shooting star in flight!
I give thanks for a rosebudís vivid bright colors,
the summerís aurora, the skyís unexpected blush,
which leaves my soul in the most complete bliss,
at the perpetual miracle of the life I seem to reach
In those small things that I do not want to miss!