The Beginning Of The End
The race is finally over
And you realize why you ran
Towards your goals and not from them
Slowly surrounded by the night
Which slowly eats your soul
You finally think about resting
But you know you never will
Because thoughts and poems are eternal
You line up to run because
365 Poems: A Poem-A-Day for 2012
I will create a new original poem each day for the entire year. These are all original works created by me, Jim Nelson, on the date listed. Some of the poems could be good and others, well, you decide.
Monday, December 31, 2012
Sunday, December 30, 2012
The End Of The Road
every story has to end
or at least in theory
it should
so to does this journey
into my mind
which for me is good
each day for a year
I have tried
to create something new
some were good and some were bad
but it was something
I had to do
now here I am
deep in thought
as I try to comprehend
the many changes
in the road
that has finally come to an end
every story has to end
or at least in theory
it should
so to does this journey
into my mind
which for me is good
each day for a year
I have tried
to create something new
some were good and some were bad
but it was something
I had to do
now here I am
deep in thought
as I try to comprehend
the many changes
in the road
that has finally come to an end
Saturday, December 29, 2012
Last Call
the night wears on
your judgement fails
you panic and then you act
you approach someone
you hope to never see
other than lying on their back
as liquor flowed
your senses slowed
you became someone you are not
then the act is done
and you are the one
who deserves just what you got
a disease you dread
and how it spread
is now the life you own
you had to play
instead of walking away
and sleeping safe at home
the night wears on
your judgement fails
you panic and then you act
you approach someone
you hope to never see
other than lying on their back
as liquor flowed
your senses slowed
you became someone you are not
then the act is done
and you are the one
who deserves just what you got
a disease you dread
and how it spread
is now the life you own
you had to play
instead of walking away
and sleeping safe at home
Friday, December 28, 2012
Thursday, December 27, 2012
Along The Way
I met myself along the way
doing what I always wanted to do
with no regards to what anyone thought
happiness had a home in everything I did
but a funny thing happened when
I found myself
I did not recognize who I was
because I had convinced myself
that I would never be able to do the things
I wanted to do and I would have to
settle for whatever crumbs fell from
the table of life
and then it occurred to me as I walked
up and looked myself in the eye
that the person I did not recognize
was actually doing what I always wanted to do
and as I walked away I thought
what a wonderful life the me
I met along the way must have
he is doing what I always wanted to do
and then it finally sank in
that was not a stranger on the street
I had come face to face with myself
a daytime doppelganger encounter
and when I finally figured out
that it was not some stranger that
just happened to be my height and weight
with my exact build and smile
it was me and the worst part of it all
was by the time I realized what was
going on and went back to
embrace me finally finding myself
I was gone
as if I never existed
what a shame to find yourself
only to lose yourself
at the same time
along the way
I met myself along the way
doing what I always wanted to do
with no regards to what anyone thought
happiness had a home in everything I did
but a funny thing happened when
I found myself
I did not recognize who I was
because I had convinced myself
that I would never be able to do the things
I wanted to do and I would have to
settle for whatever crumbs fell from
the table of life
and then it occurred to me as I walked
up and looked myself in the eye
that the person I did not recognize
was actually doing what I always wanted to do
and as I walked away I thought
what a wonderful life the me
I met along the way must have
he is doing what I always wanted to do
and then it finally sank in
that was not a stranger on the street
I had come face to face with myself
a daytime doppelganger encounter
and when I finally figured out
that it was not some stranger that
just happened to be my height and weight
with my exact build and smile
it was me and the worst part of it all
was by the time I realized what was
going on and went back to
embrace me finally finding myself
I was gone
as if I never existed
what a shame to find yourself
only to lose yourself
at the same time
along the way
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
Father And Sons
The father looks at the son with pride
The son seldom does the same
The love the father has is oceans wide
From the son love comes with restraint
Despite it all one fact remains
His kingdom will go to his son
Often hearing the all to familiar refrain
From the son who says he wants none
Both determined to make it own their own
Neither ever willing to give in
Unable to admit their love has grown
If only they could be friends
The father looks at the son with pride
The son seldom does the same
The love the father has is oceans wide
From the son love comes with restraint
Despite it all one fact remains
His kingdom will go to his son
Often hearing the all to familiar refrain
From the son who says he wants none
Both determined to make it own their own
Neither ever willing to give in
Unable to admit their love has grown
If only they could be friends
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Monday, December 24, 2012
Sunday, December 23, 2012
Saturday, December 22, 2012
In Progress
each of us
is a life
in progress
with no real start
or stop to it
other than being
born and
when we die
yet everyone
tries to measure
where they are
in relation to
where they
think they
should be
a straight line
to happiness
and though
that works
for some
it can lead
to ruin for
others
if sitting under
a tree in a park
and writing the
greatest poem
takes you
a lifetime
the important thing
is not the beginning
the middle
or the end
it is not
always about
the journey
or the destination
sometimes it
is just about
a life that is
in progress
each of us
is a life
in progress
with no real start
or stop to it
other than being
born and
when we die
yet everyone
tries to measure
where they are
in relation to
where they
think they
should be
a straight line
to happiness
and though
that works
for some
it can lead
to ruin for
others
if sitting under
a tree in a park
and writing the
greatest poem
takes you
a lifetime
the important thing
is not the beginning
the middle
or the end
it is not
always about
the journey
or the destination
sometimes it
is just about
a life that is
in progress
Friday, December 21, 2012
Thursday, December 20, 2012
Love Every Note Ever Written
from my very first minute
music has always been with me
my first few seconds I sang
others may have thought
it was a cry
but since that time
I have been in love
with every note ever written
as well in love with
every note still to come
music does not happen by chance
it is a living and breathing thing
that we all are a part of
and just like a happy little sister
dance is not far behind
so many say they can do neither
that to sing and to dance is
out of their reach
the problem is they are looking
in the wrong direction
they do not look inside themselves
where music and dance both live
just waiting for a chance
to come out
from my very first minute
music has always been with me
my first few seconds I sang
others may have thought
it was a cry
but since that time
I have been in love
with every note ever written
as well in love with
every note still to come
music does not happen by chance
it is a living and breathing thing
that we all are a part of
and just like a happy little sister
dance is not far behind
so many say they can do neither
that to sing and to dance is
out of their reach
the problem is they are looking
in the wrong direction
they do not look inside themselves
where music and dance both live
just waiting for a chance
to come out
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Things I Never Knew
of all the things
I ever learned
one thing is really true
the things that hurt me
most in life
were things I never knew
I never knew
how to play the game
in fact I never tried
and when I finally
learned the rules
something inside me died
that the only way
to get it ahead
was to keep someone down
that material things
and the problems they bring
will always make you drown
of all the things
I ever learned
one thing is really true
the things that hurt me
most in life
were things I never knew
I never knew
how to play the game
in fact I never tried
and when I finally
learned the rules
something inside me died
that the only way
to get it ahead
was to keep someone down
that material things
and the problems they bring
will always make you drown
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
Anticipation
each day brings you closer
I await your warm embrace
and feel your jagged fingers
rip deep into my face
my blood now free and running
you slide down to my throat
surrounded by the flooding
you steal away my hope
yes you found me waiting
finally we get to dance
each second finds me fading
this is my final chance
I reach my hand out to you
and offer you up my life
and feel your cold reception
as I fall upon the knife
each day brings you closer
I await your warm embrace
and feel your jagged fingers
rip deep into my face
my blood now free and running
you slide down to my throat
surrounded by the flooding
you steal away my hope
yes you found me waiting
finally we get to dance
each second finds me fading
this is my final chance
I reach my hand out to you
and offer you up my life
and feel your cold reception
as I fall upon the knife
Monday, December 17, 2012
Sunday, December 16, 2012
Saturday, December 15, 2012
Friday, December 14, 2012
Thursday, December 13, 2012
People
the biggest disappointment
will come from the people
you trust the most
as if carrying all your hope
and faith was not enough
these people had to break
your heart as well
despite it all we continue
to give these people more
chances to hurt us as if
one day they will magically
get it right
maybe the problem is not
with people
maybe the problem is
with the person
the biggest disappointment
will come from the people
you trust the most
as if carrying all your hope
and faith was not enough
these people had to break
your heart as well
despite it all we continue
to give these people more
chances to hurt us as if
one day they will magically
get it right
maybe the problem is not
with people
maybe the problem is
with the person
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Years
a little boy struggles to breathe minutes after he is born
for now his life is measured in seconds not years
it will be a miracle if he is around to see his first birthday
everyone is worried except the little boy
who takes one labored breath after another
until the seconds become minutes and the minutes
become hours which are followed by days and then years
as he grows he learns to laugh and love
how to lose and live and to love all over again
and he learns the importance of moments not minutes
and how to count his successes and failures
in terms of people and not pennies and good deeds not dollars
and from that small beginning when he struggled to survive
he learned a lifetime and a minute can both last forever
a little boy struggles to breathe minutes after he is born
for now his life is measured in seconds not years
it will be a miracle if he is around to see his first birthday
everyone is worried except the little boy
who takes one labored breath after another
until the seconds become minutes and the minutes
become hours which are followed by days and then years
as he grows he learns to laugh and love
how to lose and live and to love all over again
and he learns the importance of moments not minutes
and how to count his successes and failures
in terms of people and not pennies and good deeds not dollars
and from that small beginning when he struggled to survive
he learned a lifetime and a minute can both last forever
Monday, December 10, 2012
In Sickness And In Health
at least you have your health
or so we used to think
but every day something new
pushes us closer to the brink
with bacteria and viruses
eating away at us each day
and every form of cancer seems
like it will never go away
pills and potions and elixirs
all claiming to do the trick
only serves to make us wonder
is it worth it to get sick?
there was a time we all could plan
on reaching our golden years
but now it seems we spend more time
catering to all of our fears
at least you have your health
or so we used to think
but every day something new
pushes us closer to the brink
with bacteria and viruses
eating away at us each day
and every form of cancer seems
like it will never go away
pills and potions and elixirs
all claiming to do the trick
only serves to make us wonder
is it worth it to get sick?
there was a time we all could plan
on reaching our golden years
but now it seems we spend more time
catering to all of our fears
Sunday, December 9, 2012
Saturday, December 8, 2012
All Too Soon
all too soon the things we love are gone
family and friends do not last forever
the love we have for them does
despite all that we feel inside the reality remains
the time we have together is limited
the song does not last through all eternity and the dance
will one day come to an end
the merry-go-round that is life will eventually stop
and like it or not we all will have to get off
the problem is the no matter how beautiful the song
or how much fun the dance or how thrilling the ride
for most of us it will end all too soon
all too soon the things we love are gone
family and friends do not last forever
the love we have for them does
despite all that we feel inside the reality remains
the time we have together is limited
the song does not last through all eternity and the dance
will one day come to an end
the merry-go-round that is life will eventually stop
and like it or not we all will have to get off
the problem is the no matter how beautiful the song
or how much fun the dance or how thrilling the ride
for most of us it will end all too soon
Friday, December 7, 2012
The Truth
the truth is our lives are better when we learn how to love
the truth is our lives are worse when we are taught how to hate
the truth is there is good in almost everything we see
the truth is the world is sometimes an evil and ugly place
the truth is it can always get better
the truth is things sometims take a turn for the worse
the truth is most of our lives are filled with joy
the truth is we spend way too much time worrying
the truth is each act of kindness changes us all
the truth is bad thoughts lead to bad actions
the truth is we owe it to ourselves to do the right thing
the truth is we sometimes want what is bad for us
the truth is good usually triumphs over evil
the truth is sometimes the bad guys win
the truth is our lives are better when we learn how to love
the truth is our lives are worse when we are taught how to hate
the truth is there is good in almost everything we see
the truth is the world is sometimes an evil and ugly place
the truth is it can always get better
the truth is things sometims take a turn for the worse
the truth is most of our lives are filled with joy
the truth is we spend way too much time worrying
the truth is each act of kindness changes us all
the truth is bad thoughts lead to bad actions
the truth is we owe it to ourselves to do the right thing
the truth is we sometimes want what is bad for us
the truth is good usually triumphs over evil
the truth is sometimes the bad guys win
Thursday, December 6, 2012
The Break Up
the break up was the easy part
especially since our love died
you never said what was on your mind
so the reality is you lied
I gave up everything for you
all the things that were important to me
what you did I still cannot believe
I was just too blind to see
you were more concerned with being right
while I wanted to do the right thing
in the end rather than stay and fight
I will be ready for whatever life brings
the break up was the easy part
especially since our love died
you never said what was on your mind
so the reality is you lied
I gave up everything for you
all the things that were important to me
what you did I still cannot believe
I was just too blind to see
you were more concerned with being right
while I wanted to do the right thing
in the end rather than stay and fight
I will be ready for whatever life brings
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
Bad At Being Good
the deepest corners
of our contaminated minds
controls our bleeding hearts
making our emotions blind
we all would do better
if we only could
but what does it matter
we are bad at being good
not always for money
we have egos to feed
that good deed we did
is based on some need
always help others
but know why you do
that selfless act you did
had something in it for you
the deepest corners
of our contaminated minds
controls our bleeding hearts
making our emotions blind
we all would do better
if we only could
but what does it matter
we are bad at being good
not always for money
we have egos to feed
that good deed we did
is based on some need
always help others
but know why you do
that selfless act you did
had something in it for you
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
Creation
God looked down from heaven
The writer looked down on the page
Each envisioned something beautiful
And marvelled at what the other made
Mountains and meadows and perfect skies
Were created by both of their hands
The work of one seen through the window
The work of the other seen through man
Each knowing without the other
They would have no reason to be
Yet many fail to discover
What it is God wants them to be
God looked down from heaven
The writer looked down on the page
Each envisioned something beautiful
And marvelled at what the other made
Mountains and meadows and perfect skies
Were created by both of their hands
The work of one seen through the window
The work of the other seen through man
Each knowing without the other
They would have no reason to be
Yet many fail to discover
What it is God wants them to be
Monday, December 3, 2012
Panic
your heart beats faster
you are out of control
you are in full panic
your life starts to unfold
your thoughts are not rational
your actions insane
your behavior is manic
you have yourself to blame
you try to think clearly
your mind is still spinning
you are unable to focus
you are no longer winning
you now become angry
you fight and you swear
you are looking for answers
you no longer care
your heart beats faster
you are out of control
you are in full panic
your life starts to unfold
your thoughts are not rational
your actions insane
your behavior is manic
you have yourself to blame
you try to think clearly
your mind is still spinning
you are unable to focus
you are no longer winning
you now become angry
you fight and you swear
you are looking for answers
you no longer care
Sunday, December 2, 2012
Stripped
Empowering if we do it ourselves
Embarrassing if someone does it to us
At some point all of us
Will either strip or be stripped
Whether it is of rank or power
Class or position
On stage or off
Everyone eventually will be exposed
Either we willingly disrobe
Or we are forced somehow to go bare
The act lessens us
Even if it is by our own choice
At the hands of others
It is the ultimate form of violation
And humiliation as well
Yet when it happens no one ever looks away
Empowering if we do it ourselves
Embarrassing if someone does it to us
At some point all of us
Will either strip or be stripped
Whether it is of rank or power
Class or position
On stage or off
Everyone eventually will be exposed
Either we willingly disrobe
Or we are forced somehow to go bare
The act lessens us
Even if it is by our own choice
At the hands of others
It is the ultimate form of violation
And humiliation as well
Yet when it happens no one ever looks away
Saturday, December 1, 2012
The Old And The Young
the old man sat and rested
with thoughts heavy on his mind
with so little time and so much to do
he finds life truly unkind
the young man rushed by quickly
with no destination or plan
and with no regard for others
ran fast into the old man
their bodies became entangled
their thoughts became entwined
the irony of their situation
went from awkward to sublime
the old man thanked his good fortune
for now he had a chance
to pass his knowledge to this vessel
who just knocked him on his pants
the young man sat there empty
and for the first time finally thought
if I continue without a direction
my life will be for naught
the old man sat and rested
with thoughts heavy on his mind
with so little time and so much to do
he finds life truly unkind
the young man rushed by quickly
with no destination or plan
and with no regard for others
ran fast into the old man
their bodies became entangled
their thoughts became entwined
the irony of their situation
went from awkward to sublime
the old man thanked his good fortune
for now he had a chance
to pass his knowledge to this vessel
who just knocked him on his pants
the young man sat there empty
and for the first time finally thought
if I continue without a direction
my life will be for naught
Friday, November 30, 2012
When Men Cry
does anyone really care
when men cry
maybe if someone did
the world would be
a much different place
awkward silence
would be replaced with
a steady stream
of emotions
world leaders would gather
and share handkerchiefs
instead of hand grenades
sabre rattling would be
replaced with sobbing leaders
and wars would only be fought
if a good long cry did not
make everyone feel better
which when you think about it
would probably not make the world
a better place after all
maybe it is a good thing no one cares
when men cry
does anyone really care
when men cry
maybe if someone did
the world would be
a much different place
awkward silence
would be replaced with
a steady stream
of emotions
world leaders would gather
and share handkerchiefs
instead of hand grenades
sabre rattling would be
replaced with sobbing leaders
and wars would only be fought
if a good long cry did not
make everyone feel better
which when you think about it
would probably not make the world
a better place after all
maybe it is a good thing no one cares
when men cry
Thursday, November 29, 2012
In The Time It Takes
in the time it takes to notice
all the things I love about you
like the way your voice
dances into my heart
when you laugh
or the way your smile
sings to me
while I sleep
along with the way your touch
makes each moment
last forever
that is how long
it takes me to notice
the best moments of my life
will always be
the time I spend with you
in the time it takes to notice
all the things I love about you
like the way your voice
dances into my heart
when you laugh
or the way your smile
sings to me
while I sleep
along with the way your touch
makes each moment
last forever
that is how long
it takes me to notice
the best moments of my life
will always be
the time I spend with you
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Anger
there is no word
for what I feel for you
and since there is no word
then anger will do
despite your attempt
to cause me pain
they way I feel
still remains the same
no matter how
you stab and bite
I will still do
what I know is right
so anger is
the way I feel
and I will get through
the next ordeal
there is no word
for what I feel for you
and since there is no word
then anger will do
despite your attempt
to cause me pain
they way I feel
still remains the same
no matter how
you stab and bite
I will still do
what I know is right
so anger is
the way I feel
and I will get through
the next ordeal
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
A More Perfect Union
the thought of being next to you
as our bodies descend
into a more perfect union
is not a moment
that takes my breath away
it is so much more
and I realize nothing
I will ever do
will be as perfect as you are now
and although I know love is never equal
my only thoughts are how imperfect
I am when compared to you
the thought of being next to you
as our bodies descend
into a more perfect union
is not a moment
that takes my breath away
it is so much more
and I realize nothing
I will ever do
will be as perfect as you are now
and although I know love is never equal
my only thoughts are how imperfect
I am when compared to you
Monday, November 26, 2012
Your Future
I saw a glimpse of your future
It was bleak and filled with doom
With dark clouds on the horizon
And nothing but despair in each room
The shadows soon overtook you
And choked out your every breath
As death continued to mock you
Until you had nothing left
Then the fog slowly lifted
And everything became so much clearer
The future that was so awful
Was my own as I looked in the mirror
I saw a glimpse of your future
It was bleak and filled with doom
With dark clouds on the horizon
And nothing but despair in each room
The shadows soon overtook you
And choked out your every breath
As death continued to mock you
Until you had nothing left
Then the fog slowly lifted
And everything became so much clearer
The future that was so awful
Was my own as I looked in the mirror
Sunday, November 25, 2012
The Meaning Of Life
The meaning of life lies guarded
Deep in the heart of us all
Always different from person to person
But some never will heed the call
They think that life is a question
And their goal is to answer some test
Never realizing life is an adventure
And with each day comes a new quest
The real meaning of life is in doing
Not in asking what needs to be done
Because those who waste their time asking
Will find life over before it has begun
The meaning of life lies guarded
Deep in the heart of us all
Always different from person to person
But some never will heed the call
They think that life is a question
And their goal is to answer some test
Never realizing life is an adventure
And with each day comes a new quest
The real meaning of life is in doing
Not in asking what needs to be done
Because those who waste their time asking
Will find life over before it has begun
Saturday, November 24, 2012
Friday, November 23, 2012
Altered States
the mind is like a snake
coiled and ready to strike
cold-blooded and usually deadly
attacking anything it likes
the mind is like a bear
full of big teeth and sharp claws
easily fooled and clumsy
with death inside its jaws
the mind is like a skunk
deadly with a foul smell
unable to make good decisions
it will doom us all to hell
the mind has many faces
none easily understood
it takes us many places
sometimes none of which are good
the mind is like a snake
coiled and ready to strike
cold-blooded and usually deadly
attacking anything it likes
the mind is like a bear
full of big teeth and sharp claws
easily fooled and clumsy
with death inside its jaws
the mind is like a skunk
deadly with a foul smell
unable to make good decisions
it will doom us all to hell
the mind has many faces
none easily understood
it takes us many places
sometimes none of which are good
Thanksgiving
THIS POST WAS COMPLETED ON NOV. 22, 2012, THANKSGIVING DAY, BUT I FELL ASLEEP - AGAIN.
BLAME IT ON THE TURKEY AND THE TRYPTOPHAN.
WHEN I WOKE THE COMPUTER CRASHED TAKING WITH IT THE POEM.
SO THIS IS THE RECREATED VERSION WHICH IS NOT AS GOOD AS THE ORIGINAL, BUT WHEN IS A COPY EVER AS GOOD AS THE REAL THING?
be thankful
for obvious
things like
family and
friends
but also
learn to
appreciate
little things
like when
you turn
on a
faucet
and get
water
flip a
switch
and see
lights
or crank
up a dial
and get
heat
many people
around the
world
have no
idea
what it
is like
to stand
in front
of a
refrigerator
and
try to
decide
what to
eat next
so be
thankful
for the
right reasons
your spouse
your children
your health
your faith
and for
the little
reasons, too.
THIS POST WAS COMPLETED ON NOV. 22, 2012, THANKSGIVING DAY, BUT I FELL ASLEEP - AGAIN.
BLAME IT ON THE TURKEY AND THE TRYPTOPHAN.
WHEN I WOKE THE COMPUTER CRASHED TAKING WITH IT THE POEM.
SO THIS IS THE RECREATED VERSION WHICH IS NOT AS GOOD AS THE ORIGINAL, BUT WHEN IS A COPY EVER AS GOOD AS THE REAL THING?
be thankful
for obvious
things like
family and
friends
but also
learn to
appreciate
little things
like when
you turn
on a
faucet
and get
water
flip a
switch
and see
lights
or crank
up a dial
and get
heat
many people
around the
world
have no
idea
what it
is like
to stand
in front
of a
refrigerator
and
try to
decide
what to
eat next
so be
thankful
for the
right reasons
your spouse
your children
your health
your faith
and for
the little
reasons, too.
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Zeitgeist
the artist who sought inspiration
for a way to capture the times
finally realized no situation
could create a world that was fine
with wars raging in nations
over what seemed like minor demands
the artist knew the true vocation
would be to change the mind of man
while struggling to find the best depiction
of something that would last for life
the artist found neither canvas or fiction
damn this modern day zeitgeist
Think
THIS POST WAS COMPLETED ON TUESDAY, NOV. 20, 2012.
I FELL ASLEEP AND WHEN I WOKE UP AND CLICKED SAVE THE CLOCK STRUCK MIDNIGHT.
FEELING A LITTLE LIKE CINDERELLA RIGHT NOW. MAN IT SUCKS TO GET OLD!
think your way through your dreams
examine each frame around you
find out what all the symbols mean
the outcome will astound you
try not to escape deep inside
to a secret beautiful place
where hidden messages always hide
when they stare you in the face
the victories that you gain when sleep
are useless if when awake
you do not understand the dreams
and the difference they could make
THIS POST WAS COMPLETED ON TUESDAY, NOV. 20, 2012.
I FELL ASLEEP AND WHEN I WOKE UP AND CLICKED SAVE THE CLOCK STRUCK MIDNIGHT.
FEELING A LITTLE LIKE CINDERELLA RIGHT NOW. MAN IT SUCKS TO GET OLD!
think your way through your dreams
examine each frame around you
find out what all the symbols mean
the outcome will astound you
try not to escape deep inside
to a secret beautiful place
where hidden messages always hide
when they stare you in the face
the victories that you gain when sleep
are useless if when awake
you do not understand the dreams
and the difference they could make
Monday, November 19, 2012
In Your Own Way
the mystic said inside each one
is a voice that fights to be free
and no matter how you try to run
what is meant is what will be
despite my efforts to try and stray
and ignore what was my path
what I said to the mystic that day
only caused him to laugh
fate he said no man can change
the road is set in stone
you alone cannot rearrange
that what you must become
so life it seems is not by chance
or a choice we make each day
each of us has a predetermined dance
when the music starts to play
the mystic said inside each one
is a voice that fights to be free
and no matter how you try to run
what is meant is what will be
despite my efforts to try and stray
and ignore what was my path
what I said to the mystic that day
only caused him to laugh
fate he said no man can change
the road is set in stone
you alone cannot rearrange
that what you must become
so life it seems is not by chance
or a choice we make each day
each of us has a predetermined dance
when the music starts to play
Sunday, November 18, 2012
Saturday, November 17, 2012
The Moment ( I Knew I Loved You)
to say it was love at first sight
would be an awful lie
in fact I am not really sure
what about you caught my eye
maybe it was the way you smiled
or the way you wore your hair
it could have been your sense of style
as I saw you standing there
but the feeling at first was not true love
what it was I cannot say
but the more time I spent with you
I knew where I would stay
because how can you ever get away
from the one who stole your heart
and now I love you more each day
even when we are apart
I know it was not our very first kiss
though that feeling was sincere
to try and say when would only miss
something that you need to hear
then one day as we embraced
and I lovingly kissed your ear
I finally knew what true love meant
and away went all my fears
from that day no matter what
I will never leave your side
because the moment I knew I loved you
I no longer had to hide
to say it was love at first sight
would be an awful lie
in fact I am not really sure
what about you caught my eye
maybe it was the way you smiled
or the way you wore your hair
it could have been your sense of style
as I saw you standing there
but the feeling at first was not true love
what it was I cannot say
but the more time I spent with you
I knew where I would stay
because how can you ever get away
from the one who stole your heart
and now I love you more each day
even when we are apart
I know it was not our very first kiss
though that feeling was sincere
to try and say when would only miss
something that you need to hear
then one day as we embraced
and I lovingly kissed your ear
I finally knew what true love meant
and away went all my fears
from that day no matter what
I will never leave your side
because the moment I knew I loved you
I no longer had to hide
Friday, November 16, 2012
Childlike Wonder
What ever happened to your childlike wonder
When a cardboard box could be a rocket ship to the stars
And each day brought something new
Knowing all you had to do was have fun and play
And sometimes think about what you wanted to be someday
When a friend was every person you would meet
Whether they were across town or down the street
Now things have changed so differently
Did you grow up to be who you thought you would be
Do you still dream about sailing to the stars
Long after you traded your cardboard box for two cars
And did you take time to have fun today
Or were you too worried about the bills you have to pay
What ever happened to your childlike wonder
When a cardboard box could be a rocket ship to the stars
And each day brought something new
Knowing all you had to do was have fun and play
And sometimes think about what you wanted to be someday
When a friend was every person you would meet
Whether they were across town or down the street
Now things have changed so differently
Did you grow up to be who you thought you would be
Do you still dream about sailing to the stars
Long after you traded your cardboard box for two cars
And did you take time to have fun today
Or were you too worried about the bills you have to pay
Thursday, November 15, 2012
The Perfect Poem
If the perfect poem was a perfect song
Then they both would be about the rain
The kind of rain that cleans your soul
And washes away your pain
The kind of rain that soaks your skin
And makes everything brand new
That is the type of song and poem
That I would write for you
Like the fool who waits in the rain for hours
Made famous in a Led Zeppelin song
Or the type of rain New Edition sang about
That makes your love grow strong
Because rain and poems and songs go together
In a way that is tried and true
The perfect poem is the perfect song
Is what I would write for you
If the perfect poem was a perfect song
Then they both would be about the rain
The kind of rain that cleans your soul
And washes away your pain
The kind of rain that soaks your skin
And makes everything brand new
That is the type of song and poem
That I would write for you
Like the fool who waits in the rain for hours
Made famous in a Led Zeppelin song
Or the type of rain New Edition sang about
That makes your love grow strong
Because rain and poems and songs go together
In a way that is tried and true
The perfect poem is the perfect song
Is what I would write for you
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
When You Give Up On Living
is there a way to describe the feeling you get
right before you give up on living
as you stand on a rooftop and think about
how sweet it will feel when everything splatters
or when you know each kick will cause the rope to tighten
and it will itch worse than any new sweater ever could
as you wait for that feeling just before the knife digs deep
releasing a shower of blood that will squeeze the life out of you
imagine that moment as you wait to hear the gun click
just before the cold steel goes from freezer to furnace
maybe that instant when that handful of pills
shuts off everything inside you forever
no one knows if there is a way to describe that feeling
because everyone who got to that point
took the next step that took them away from here forever
and to those who survive there is no way they can ever say
they know what it is like when you give up on living because they are alive
the only people who really know what that feels like are dead
is there a way to describe the feeling you get
right before you give up on living
as you stand on a rooftop and think about
how sweet it will feel when everything splatters
or when you know each kick will cause the rope to tighten
and it will itch worse than any new sweater ever could
as you wait for that feeling just before the knife digs deep
releasing a shower of blood that will squeeze the life out of you
imagine that moment as you wait to hear the gun click
just before the cold steel goes from freezer to furnace
maybe that instant when that handful of pills
shuts off everything inside you forever
no one knows if there is a way to describe that feeling
because everyone who got to that point
took the next step that took them away from here forever
and to those who survive there is no way they can ever say
they know what it is like when you give up on living because they are alive
the only people who really know what that feels like are dead
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Love Never Talks
love never talks
sometimes it sings
usually it shouts
and in rare moments
it whispers
but love never talks
because when love
is forced to talk
it proves that love is gone
and the passion
has run out
so when the one you love
says these words one day
"we need to talk" is proof
their love has gone away
love never talks
sometimes it sings
usually it shouts
and in rare moments
it whispers
but love never talks
because when love
is forced to talk
it proves that love is gone
and the passion
has run out
so when the one you love
says these words one day
"we need to talk" is proof
their love has gone away
Monday, November 12, 2012
Minutes Matter
time is an abstract
but minutes matter
in a universe that never ends
a minute is finite
and can be measured
as a result each minute matters
but time as a whole does not
time is like an ocean
but a minute is like a wave
crashing on the shore
a small part of something big
that means so much more
time is an abstract
but minutes matter
in a universe that never ends
a minute is finite
and can be measured
as a result each minute matters
but time as a whole does not
time is like an ocean
but a minute is like a wave
crashing on the shore
a small part of something big
that means so much more
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Saturday, November 10, 2012
Your Bucket List Should Be A Book
your bucket list should be a book
not only filled with big hopes and dreams
but the little things you do everyday
and the joy those little things bring
a friendly wave and a ready laugh
should be on that list each day
and soon your life will be on the path
of chasing your fears away
keep your list filled with the biggest dreams
like climbing mountains and skiing back down
but the list should also have a place where you
stopped someone from wearing a frown
as you ride off into the sunset
doing everything you wished you could do
there are many things that can bring joy to your life
and little things should be on that list too
your bucket list should be a book
not only filled with big hopes and dreams
but the little things you do everyday
and the joy those little things bring
a friendly wave and a ready laugh
should be on that list each day
and soon your life will be on the path
of chasing your fears away
keep your list filled with the biggest dreams
like climbing mountains and skiing back down
but the list should also have a place where you
stopped someone from wearing a frown
as you ride off into the sunset
doing everything you wished you could do
there are many things that can bring joy to your life
and little things should be on that list too
Friday, November 9, 2012
Misery
all the choices that you made
which only grow worse each day
only prove to all that you
have no right to say
how bad your life has turned out now
you did this to yourself
you planted the seeds and steered the plow
so do not blame someone else
you are miserable now in your time of need
nothing grows in your garden except
your angry weeds
all the choices that you made
which only grow worse each day
only prove to all that you
have no right to say
how bad your life has turned out now
you did this to yourself
you planted the seeds and steered the plow
so do not blame someone else
you are miserable now in your time of need
nothing grows in your garden except
your angry weeds
Thursday, November 8, 2012
A Cry For Help From A Friend
heartless and shallow I just stood by
and ignored the cry for help from a friend
is it really my problem I thought to myself
why should I get involved at all
but as I watched her world crash all around her
my happiness was shattered as well
and bit by bit the two broken hearts
littered the ground around us
as I bent to pick up what I thought was mine
I was unable to tell the two apart
with edges as sharp as the tip of a sword
each handful only led to more pain
it was then that I learned it never is smart
to ignore a cry for help from a friend
heartless and shallow I just stood by
and ignored the cry for help from a friend
is it really my problem I thought to myself
why should I get involved at all
but as I watched her world crash all around her
my happiness was shattered as well
and bit by bit the two broken hearts
littered the ground around us
as I bent to pick up what I thought was mine
I was unable to tell the two apart
with edges as sharp as the tip of a sword
each handful only led to more pain
it was then that I learned it never is smart
to ignore a cry for help from a friend
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
Election Day
The people spoke on election day
But did we hear what they had to say
Across the land they stood in lines
For a chance to say what was on their minds
Regardless of which side you choose
The one sure way for you to loose
Is to view the results with a cynical eye
That refuses to see the real reason why
The game has changed and the way we play
Now truly does let everyone have their say
When the candidates spoke did you look at the crowds
The people behind them said it quite loud
The country is very different today
And despite some concerns the future is here to stay
No longer determined by a privileged few
This election was determined by me and you
The people spoke on election day
But did we hear what they had to say
Across the land they stood in lines
For a chance to say what was on their minds
Regardless of which side you choose
The one sure way for you to loose
Is to view the results with a cynical eye
That refuses to see the real reason why
The game has changed and the way we play
Now truly does let everyone have their say
When the candidates spoke did you look at the crowds
The people behind them said it quite loud
The country is very different today
And despite some concerns the future is here to stay
No longer determined by a privileged few
This election was determined by me and you
Monday, November 5, 2012
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Saturday, November 3, 2012
The Logic Of Love
if it causes you to ignore someone
to watch their every move
or kill them to keep them from leaving you
and act just like a fool
then what you have experienced
is the logic
the impractical logic of love
a simple thought or deed
that we all must rise above
how could anything so wonderful
actually be so unreal
it can cause us to be insane
this madness in the name of love
it is really an evil game
when we fall or push or shove
maybe then there is no logic
and maybe there is no love
those things that we feel inside
just some sort of energy
that has to be released
only to keep us all confused
until it is deceases
if it causes you to ignore someone
to watch their every move
or kill them to keep them from leaving you
and act just like a fool
then what you have experienced
is the logic
the impractical logic of love
a simple thought or deed
that we all must rise above
how could anything so wonderful
actually be so unreal
it can cause us to be insane
this madness in the name of love
it is really an evil game
when we fall or push or shove
maybe then there is no logic
and maybe there is no love
those things that we feel inside
just some sort of energy
that has to be released
only to keep us all confused
until it is deceases
Friday, November 2, 2012
Thursday, November 1, 2012
Killing Myself
no bullet
or gun
or knife
or pill
can describe
how I
try to kill
myself slowly
every day
as I
let my life
slip away
the things
that should
come easily
are like
mountains
to climb
you cannot see
yes it would
be faster still
to end it all
with a pill
or a knife
or a gun
but would
it be
as much fun
no bullet
or gun
or knife
or pill
can describe
how I
try to kill
myself slowly
every day
as I
let my life
slip away
the things
that should
come easily
are like
mountains
to climb
you cannot see
yes it would
be faster still
to end it all
with a pill
or a knife
or a gun
but would
it be
as much fun
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Exotic
in the middle of a storm
a single drop of rain
lingered on her forehead
then slowly trickled down her face
first past her eyes
then doing the best imitation of a tear
tantalizingly rolled down her cheek
resting for a moment and then moving on
first her neck where the race against time
and the battle against gravity were both
suspended for seconds which
while I watched seemed like eternity
before finding the final resting place
between her perfect breasts as they
invited me in and asked me to
become one with the rain
in the middle of a storm
a single drop of rain
lingered on her forehead
then slowly trickled down her face
first past her eyes
then doing the best imitation of a tear
tantalizingly rolled down her cheek
resting for a moment and then moving on
first her neck where the race against time
and the battle against gravity were both
suspended for seconds which
while I watched seemed like eternity
before finding the final resting place
between her perfect breasts as they
invited me in and asked me to
become one with the rain
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Mr. Cooper
no one knows what is in his heart
or if he has a soul
cold and distant he looks the part
of an evil and angry troll
inside his house God only knows
the evil done by this gnome
children are taught to stay away
and never go near his home
for this time of year they all fear
the legend will come true
always stay clear and never go near
or it will happen to you
people go in and never come out
are what the rumors say
and he does nothing to change the doubt
in fact he likes it that way
the pain inside he cannot hide
when his loved one passed away
his children all grown and long since gone
never come to visit or stay
so each day he sits the easier it gets
to be the monster inside
but never forget Mr. Cooper is just
a lonely old man without his bride
no one knows what is in his heart
or if he has a soul
cold and distant he looks the part
of an evil and angry troll
inside his house God only knows
the evil done by this gnome
children are taught to stay away
and never go near his home
for this time of year they all fear
the legend will come true
always stay clear and never go near
or it will happen to you
people go in and never come out
are what the rumors say
and he does nothing to change the doubt
in fact he likes it that way
the pain inside he cannot hide
when his loved one passed away
his children all grown and long since gone
never come to visit or stay
so each day he sits the easier it gets
to be the monster inside
but never forget Mr. Cooper is just
a lonely old man without his bride
Monday, October 29, 2012
The Last Note
the last note ever written
of the song that is your life
will never tell the story
of how you loved your wife
or how you held her hand
as her life slipped away
and how you hope you see her
again in heaven someday
or that your mother made you
the man you are today
and how you cried like a baby
when your grandmother passed away
the way you beamed with pride
on both your son's graduation day
or the bond you have with your sister
that will never go away
so much that you were the one
who gave her daughter away
or that your second chance at love
would be your very best friend
and when the last note is finally played
you can start the song again
the last note ever written
of the song that is your life
will never tell the story
of how you loved your wife
or how you held her hand
as her life slipped away
and how you hope you see her
again in heaven someday
or that your mother made you
the man you are today
and how you cried like a baby
when your grandmother passed away
the way you beamed with pride
on both your son's graduation day
or the bond you have with your sister
that will never go away
so much that you were the one
who gave her daughter away
or that your second chance at love
would be your very best friend
and when the last note is finally played
you can start the song again
Sunday, October 28, 2012
When You Think You Know
when you think you know all the answers
when you think you have figured it all out
then the real work begins when you question
everything your life has been about
like can you really be happy
seeking a life of fortune and fame
or are those just the many pieces
and life is one big game
and why does the game favor some
and treat others to despair
allowing some to win a game
when the rules are so unfair
when you think you know all the answers
when you think you have figured it all out
then the real work begins when you question
everything your life has been about
like can you really be happy
seeking a life of fortune and fame
or are those just the many pieces
and life is one big game
and why does the game favor some
and treat others to despair
allowing some to win a game
when the rules are so unfair
Saturday, October 27, 2012
52
the number of weeks in a year
and cards in the deck are the same my dear
the chances in life you should get
to make things better for others yet
many choose not to do
the things that they were meant to
strange but true
should add up to 52
the letters in the alphabet might
sound just as nice if you say them twice
the number of the U.S. States that it would be
if you were to add Puerto Rico and D.C.
so many things that you do
will lead you to 52
the years we live before we know
we do not have much longer to go
the number of weeks in a year
and cards in the deck are the same my dear
the chances in life you should get
to make things better for others yet
many choose not to do
the things that they were meant to
strange but true
should add up to 52
the letters in the alphabet might
sound just as nice if you say them twice
the number of the U.S. States that it would be
if you were to add Puerto Rico and D.C.
so many things that you do
will lead you to 52
the years we live before we know
we do not have much longer to go
Friday, October 26, 2012
All For The Love Of Words
to him there was no greater pain
than not being able to explain
why the words that he loved so much
lived in his mind becoming his crutch
seeing painted smiles and burning lies
soar with broken promises and anguished cries
they danced and played from noon until night
only to fade away when he tried to write
his only friends or so he thought
were the words with whom he daily fought
to give them life for all to see
but try as he might it was not to be
because in his mind where they always play
is where it seemed they were bound to stay
for love is strange and indeed unkind
when the words refused to leave his mind
locked away so many great thoughts
and his efforts to write were all for naught
to share his words for all to read
but the words loved him to much and refused to leave
to him there was no greater pain
than not being able to explain
why the words that he loved so much
lived in his mind becoming his crutch
seeing painted smiles and burning lies
soar with broken promises and anguished cries
they danced and played from noon until night
only to fade away when he tried to write
his only friends or so he thought
were the words with whom he daily fought
to give them life for all to see
but try as he might it was not to be
because in his mind where they always play
is where it seemed they were bound to stay
for love is strange and indeed unkind
when the words refused to leave his mind
locked away so many great thoughts
and his efforts to write were all for naught
to share his words for all to read
but the words loved him to much and refused to leave
Thursday, October 25, 2012
Wait And See What Things Will Be
At 18 I had never left home
Years later I stood in the Coliseum in Rome
All that just to say it is true
It happened to me and it could happen to you
Never think that you cannot do
The things that will make your dreams come true
And those with hearts so full of hate
Should not be the ones to determine your fate
Even family and friends can share the shame
Of trying to keep your life the same
But never forget some things are meant to be
It will happen for you just like it happened for me
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Time To Say Goodbye
the love I have for you is unending
and will last until the end of time
but as we grow in different ways
it is time to say goodbye
the things you do still amaze me
and I marvel at your style
nothing will ever warm and hold me
like the comfort of your smile
but love is sometimes bad for those
when the heart can no longer sing
and no matter which way our love goes
always remember one thing
words will never describe how much I love you
and it frustrates me to even try
but I have to go before I hurt you
it is time to say goodbye
the love I have for you is unending
and will last until the end of time
but as we grow in different ways
it is time to say goodbye
the things you do still amaze me
and I marvel at your style
nothing will ever warm and hold me
like the comfort of your smile
but love is sometimes bad for those
when the heart can no longer sing
and no matter which way our love goes
always remember one thing
words will never describe how much I love you
and it frustrates me to even try
but I have to go before I hurt you
it is time to say goodbye
Monday, October 22, 2012
Midnight And God
midnight to many is evil and foreboding
fear and anguish rule the hour
so many fools set aside time for ghouls
and ghosts and goblins and things that cause fright
but in the darkest time we see God in the brightest light
because it is in our deepest despair
that we see proof that God is there
when loved ones reach the end of their road
God is there to lighten their load
when every day is filled with trials
God helps us go the extra mile
why so much faith in something unseen
some mythical God in the sky
because someday the clock will not strike
someday we all will die
and when our souls unite in peace
and the Midnight hour then will cease
and we will see that God is time
and Midnight suitsGod just fine
midnight to many is evil and foreboding
fear and anguish rule the hour
so many fools set aside time for ghouls
and ghosts and goblins and things that cause fright
but in the darkest time we see God in the brightest light
because it is in our deepest despair
that we see proof that God is there
when loved ones reach the end of their road
God is there to lighten their load
when every day is filled with trials
God helps us go the extra mile
why so much faith in something unseen
some mythical God in the sky
because someday the clock will not strike
someday we all will die
and when our souls unite in peace
and the Midnight hour then will cease
and we will see that God is time
and Midnight suitsGod just fine
Sunday, October 21, 2012
The Prayer
Some wonder if there is a God
Someone to hear our prayers
And still we fall down on our knees
Even if it falls on deaf ears
Our God is said to be fair and just
And gives us what we need
But our faith and love is a must
To show that we believe
But what about those on the other side
Who want us all to fail
Do they have a different God
And will their prayers prevail
With arms upraised and heads bowed down
We ask God to be loving and kind
And we pray for things we think we need
That will bring us peace of mind
Some wonder if there is a God
Someone to hear our prayers
And still we fall down on our knees
Even if it falls on deaf ears
Our God is said to be fair and just
And gives us what we need
But our faith and love is a must
To show that we believe
But what about those on the other side
Who want us all to fail
Do they have a different God
And will their prayers prevail
With arms upraised and heads bowed down
We ask God to be loving and kind
And we pray for things we think we need
That will bring us peace of mind
Saturday, October 20, 2012
Too Educated Be Angry
if my insides matched my outsides
I would have the right to be angry
and I could do all the irresponsible things
I was always too smart to do
like blame everything bad that happened to me
on people who looked different than I do
despite knowing bad is like cars and houses
and that it comes in many colors and sizes
knowing if there is good or evil
is something we all must decide
but an education is easily wasted
when reason is overruled by the mind
if my insides matched my outsides
I would have the right to be angry
and I could do all the irresponsible things
I was always too smart to do
like blame everything bad that happened to me
on people who looked different than I do
despite knowing bad is like cars and houses
and that it comes in many colors and sizes
knowing if there is good or evil
is something we all must decide
but an education is easily wasted
when reason is overruled by the mind
Friday, October 19, 2012
Thursday, October 18, 2012
When Do I Get To Cry
the word to describe the pain you caused
does not exist today
because nothing said could ever hurt
as bad as what you had to say
alone I sit and pray and wait
for a love that will never come
and all the while you are out there
knowing what you have done
the scratch of a rope around my neck
or a knife peeling away my skin
feels more loving than the way
things between us did end
I stare into the mirror
while I try to change and try
but nothing takes away the pain
when do I get to cry
the word to describe the pain you caused
does not exist today
because nothing said could ever hurt
as bad as what you had to say
alone I sit and pray and wait
for a love that will never come
and all the while you are out there
knowing what you have done
the scratch of a rope around my neck
or a knife peeling away my skin
feels more loving than the way
things between us did end
I stare into the mirror
while I try to change and try
but nothing takes away the pain
when do I get to cry
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
There Was A Time
there was a time
when I would do
anything in the world
for you
make magic happen
at your command
and evil dissappear
with the wave of a hand
now that time
is at an end
no need to pretend
we could be friends
with a pain that crushes
all that I am
and all that I
want to be
there was a time
when I loved you
and I thought that
you loved me
there was a time
when I would do
anything in the world
for you
make magic happen
at your command
and evil dissappear
with the wave of a hand
now that time
is at an end
no need to pretend
we could be friends
with a pain that crushes
all that I am
and all that I
want to be
there was a time
when I loved you
and I thought that
you loved me
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
Monday, October 15, 2012
Sunday, October 14, 2012
Stolen Dreams
late at night when no one is around
the dream thief sneaks into your town
looking for some hope to steal
to feed upon and make a meal
the small town girl with stars in her eyes
now walks the streets under gloomy skies
she dreamed she would be a star someday
now strange men on her body prey
the all American football king
who dreamed one day of a championship ring
now each day robs his family blind
to feed drugs to his rotting mind
the teacher and preacher and politician
all know now that there is something missing
it was not supposed to turn out this way
as they hope to dream just one more day
late at night when no one is around
the dream thief sneaks into your town
looking for some hope to steal
to feed upon and make a meal
the small town girl with stars in her eyes
now walks the streets under gloomy skies
she dreamed she would be a star someday
now strange men on her body prey
the all American football king
who dreamed one day of a championship ring
now each day robs his family blind
to feed drugs to his rotting mind
the teacher and preacher and politician
all know now that there is something missing
it was not supposed to turn out this way
as they hope to dream just one more day
Saturday, October 13, 2012
Mosquitoes And Gnats And Rats And Bats
some things in life are just a nuisance
more bother than good and more splinter than wood
those things are small and rather sickly
they get under your skin and become very prickly
they steal away everything that is nice
and leave you only with maggots and lice
so much of life will turn out bad
that the few good things are a reason to be glad
some things in life are just a nuisance
more bother than good and more splinter than wood
those things are small and rather sickly
they get under your skin and become very prickly
they steal away everything that is nice
and leave you only with maggots and lice
so much of life will turn out bad
that the few good things are a reason to be glad
Friday, October 12, 2012
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Music Of Your Life
as the notes gently fall
and the melody starts to fade
the music that is your life
tells all the decisons you made
your happiness is your ballad
your sadness is your blues
anger is your opera
or symphony if you choose
when compared to a singer
who never missed a note
your lyrics tells all who listen
every verse you wrote
as the notes gently fall
and the melody starts to fade
the music that is your life
tells all the decisons you made
your happiness is your ballad
your sadness is your blues
anger is your opera
or symphony if you choose
when compared to a singer
who never missed a note
your lyrics tells all who listen
every verse you wrote
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
You Broke My Feelings
when he was young
about four or five years old
my son once said
you broke my feelings
when I did something
that upset him
I tried to tell him
the proper phrase to use
was that I hurt his feelings
not that I broke his feelings
I went to great lengths to explain
how when someone does something
that upsets you the proper phrase
to use is you hurt my feelings
what I should have told him
was that I was sorry
when he was young
about four or five years old
my son once said
you broke my feelings
when I did something
that upset him
I tried to tell him
the proper phrase to use
was that I hurt his feelings
not that I broke his feelings
I went to great lengths to explain
how when someone does something
that upsets you the proper phrase
to use is you hurt my feelings
what I should have told him
was that I was sorry
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
When A Child Cries
when a child cries
read between the tears
behind those weeping eyes
is a lot more than their fears
the pain is often so much more
it can cause their little hearts to break
and when they cry the sometimes try
their own lives to take
so remember each sob is so much more
than a plea or a cry for attention
never deny their weeping eyes
because the results are too painful to mention
in an instant that child could be gone
a victim of their own strife
and we are left to carry on
after that child took their own life
when a child cries
read between the tears
behind those weeping eyes
is a lot more than their fears
the pain is often so much more
it can cause their little hearts to break
and when they cry the sometimes try
their own lives to take
so remember each sob is so much more
than a plea or a cry for attention
never deny their weeping eyes
because the results are too painful to mention
in an instant that child could be gone
a victim of their own strife
and we are left to carry on
after that child took their own life
Monday, October 8, 2012
Sunday, October 7, 2012
Saturday, October 6, 2012
The Sign
all your life
you sit and wait
until you see
the sign
that moment
when you know
the stars have
aligned and
the time is
finally right and
your hopes and dreams
will now come true
then you start
to do what you
were born to do
better than anyone else
and you realize
waiting for the sign
was a waste of
your time
the minute to
capture your dreams
was when you
woke up
not when some
mythical ship
finally came in
all your life
you sit and wait
until you see
the sign
that moment
when you know
the stars have
aligned and
the time is
finally right and
your hopes and dreams
will now come true
then you start
to do what you
were born to do
better than anyone else
and you realize
waiting for the sign
was a waste of
your time
the minute to
capture your dreams
was when you
woke up
not when some
mythical ship
finally came in
Friday, October 5, 2012
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
The Little Things
life is always about the little things
not great accomplishments
but little acts
that are the grains of sand
on the beach of where we are going
and the building blocks to
something big
the problem is we
are constantly looking
for a finished product
without realizing how many
strokes it takes to make
a masterpiece and how
many bricks it takes to
build that monument
life is always about the little things
not great accomplishments
but little acts
that are the grains of sand
on the beach of where we are going
and the building blocks to
something big
the problem is we
are constantly looking
for a finished product
without realizing how many
strokes it takes to make
a masterpiece and how
many bricks it takes to
build that monument
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Monday, October 1, 2012
The Red Thread
In Chinese culture
It was once said
Some are connected
By a red thread
That this string binds you
All of your life
To people important to you
Like a husband or wife
To me the thread is like
Leaves on a tree
Waiting for the moment
When they are set free
But when they are together
What an impressive sight
When the thread is broken
The leaves take flight
But their time together
Connected on a branch
Brought joy to many
Then they did their dance
Each went their seperate way
But their time together
In their hearts will stay
In Chinese culture
It was once said
Some are connected
By a red thread
That this string binds you
All of your life
To people important to you
Like a husband or wife
To me the thread is like
Leaves on a tree
Waiting for the moment
When they are set free
But when they are together
What an impressive sight
When the thread is broken
The leaves take flight
But their time together
Connected on a branch
Brought joy to many
Then they did their dance
Each went their seperate way
But their time together
In their hearts will stay
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Saturday, September 29, 2012
The Heart And The Mind Of Another
the darkest place of all
is the heart and mind
of another
the hopes anddreams
that one may have
are nightmares to your brother
the things you treasure
most of all
have no value to
some men
and what you build
your world upon
is meaningless
to your friend
so keep your goals
in your sights
and never try to go
to that place that
you may think
the thoughts of
another you know
the darkest place of all
is the heart and mind
of another
the hopes anddreams
that one may have
are nightmares to your brother
the things you treasure
most of all
have no value to
some men
and what you build
your world upon
is meaningless
to your friend
so keep your goals
in your sights
and never try to go
to that place that
you may think
the thoughts of
another you know
Friday, September 28, 2012
The Legend Of Blinky Newstead
A little bear came to town
Looking for a home
And someone that he could love
To call his very own
But wander as he did it seems
He could not get it right
Until the girl of his dreams
Agreed with him to fight
You see this bear had to find
The right arms where he could nestle
So he made up in his mind
To challenge girls to wrestle
So they grabbed each other
And to the ground they fell
The feelings the little bear had
Were real and he could tell
He finally found a place to rest
His heart would no longer roam
For the love he found was trully best
He finally found a home
A little bear came to town
Looking for a home
And someone that he could love
To call his very own
But wander as he did it seems
He could not get it right
Until the girl of his dreams
Agreed with him to fight
You see this bear had to find
The right arms where he could nestle
So he made up in his mind
To challenge girls to wrestle
So they grabbed each other
And to the ground they fell
The feelings the little bear had
Were real and he could tell
He finally found a place to rest
His heart would no longer roam
For the love he found was trully best
He finally found a home
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
What Love Really Is
you ever wonder what love really is
more than a look or a touch
more than a kiss or a hug
and much more than the butterflies
that make your heart skip a beat
love is the emotional air we breathe
and the feelings that keep out hearts
pounding through good times and bad
but what love really is
more than how it makes us feel
is the person we are in love with
because no emotion is greater
than the person who makes you
feel that way
you ever wonder what love really is
more than a look or a touch
more than a kiss or a hug
and much more than the butterflies
that make your heart skip a beat
love is the emotional air we breathe
and the feelings that keep out hearts
pounding through good times and bad
but what love really is
more than how it makes us feel
is the person we are in love with
because no emotion is greater
than the person who makes you
feel that way
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Monday, September 24, 2012
Sunday, September 23, 2012
When The Pen Runs Out Of Ink
there will come a time
when the pen runs out of ink
the ideas will not flow
and the canvas will remain blank
what was once a river
will be less than a drip from a faucet
where dreams will go to die
and songs will barely be whispered
until then there is only one choice
to run as fast as you can
for as long as you can
and write as much as you can
when that pen runs out of ink
when there are no ideas left
no songs left to sing
prick your finger and write in blood until you die
there will come a time
when the pen runs out of ink
the ideas will not flow
and the canvas will remain blank
what was once a river
will be less than a drip from a faucet
where dreams will go to die
and songs will barely be whispered
until then there is only one choice
to run as fast as you can
for as long as you can
and write as much as you can
when that pen runs out of ink
when there are no ideas left
no songs left to sing
prick your finger and write in blood until you die
Saturday, September 22, 2012
Too Late?
The days were too many to count
Since they last sat down and spoke
If time is able to heal all wounds
It was obvious this clock was broke
The older and wiser one had tried
To raise the younger one right
But all the efforts and tools he applied
Would always end in a fight
The father was measured and slow to reply
While his son was angry and quick
It was hard to think they could ever find
Something to end their conflict
So the older waited for the younger to see
What lessons life had in store
And hoped that his son would be
All that he dreamed of and more
The dreams we have sometimes come true
But usually they end in pain
Especially for those who already knew
That they both had to share the blame
The days were too many to count
Since they last sat down and spoke
If time is able to heal all wounds
It was obvious this clock was broke
The older and wiser one had tried
To raise the younger one right
But all the efforts and tools he applied
Would always end in a fight
The father was measured and slow to reply
While his son was angry and quick
It was hard to think they could ever find
Something to end their conflict
So the older waited for the younger to see
What lessons life had in store
And hoped that his son would be
All that he dreamed of and more
The dreams we have sometimes come true
But usually they end in pain
Especially for those who already knew
That they both had to share the blame
Friday, September 21, 2012
Thursday, September 20, 2012
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Silently Suffering
to finally be who you really are
does not mean you should
sit by quietly
as they take every chance
and everything from you
those who say
it is best to
suffer in silence
never do
and anyone
who would ask you
to be something other than
who you really are or
who you want to be
knows the power
of what you will become
and they take pleasure
in your silent suffering
to finally be who you really are
does not mean you should
sit by quietly
as they take every chance
and everything from you
those who say
it is best to
suffer in silence
never do
and anyone
who would ask you
to be something other than
who you really are or
who you want to be
knows the power
of what you will become
and they take pleasure
in your silent suffering
Monday, September 17, 2012
Sunday, September 16, 2012
A Dream Is A Gift From God
If you ever need proof that God is real
Just fall asleep and dream
The beauty and majesty of what you will find
When you are relaxed and wandering through your mind
Is proof that God does love us
And God is always with us
When he allows us to close our eyes and escape the pain
Of life here on this mortal plain
If you ever need proof that God is real
Just fall asleep and dream
The beauty and majesty of what you will find
When you are relaxed and wandering through your mind
Is proof that God does love us
And God is always with us
When he allows us to close our eyes and escape the pain
Of life here on this mortal plain
Saturday, September 15, 2012
Be Careful What You Do
I threw a rock
It skipped the lake
I never thought
The impact it would make
The little ripple
Turned into a wave
And crashed into
A hidden cave
Inside the cave
Resting for years
Was an angry beast
Smaller than tears
This beast was stirred
And started to spread
By land and sky
Soon many were dead
I never thought
That simple stone
Would one day claim
My own wife Joan
But there she was
Her skin now raw
Destroyed by a beast
That we never saw
She tried and tried
To fight the pain
And watching her die
Drove me insane
I lost my will
To win the game
And just withdrew
Lost in my pain
Whoever thought
So much was at stake
When I threw that rock
Across that damn lake
I threw a rock
It skipped the lake
I never thought
The impact it would make
The little ripple
Turned into a wave
And crashed into
A hidden cave
Inside the cave
Resting for years
Was an angry beast
Smaller than tears
This beast was stirred
And started to spread
By land and sky
Soon many were dead
I never thought
That simple stone
Would one day claim
My own wife Joan
But there she was
Her skin now raw
Destroyed by a beast
That we never saw
She tried and tried
To fight the pain
And watching her die
Drove me insane
I lost my will
To win the game
And just withdrew
Lost in my pain
Whoever thought
So much was at stake
When I threw that rock
Across that damn lake
Friday, September 14, 2012
Steel Breeze
The roar of the engine
As it comes alive
The feel of the wind
When you start to ride
On a road that leads you
Away from all care
To a destination
That can be anywhere
Through valleys and mountains
With bright colored trees
And prairies and deserts
With rolling tumbleweeds
You are never the same
With a steel breeze blowing free
Just you and your machine
The way it was meant to be
The roar of the engine
As it comes alive
The feel of the wind
When you start to ride
On a road that leads you
Away from all care
To a destination
That can be anywhere
Through valleys and mountains
With bright colored trees
And prairies and deserts
With rolling tumbleweeds
You are never the same
With a steel breeze blowing free
Just you and your machine
The way it was meant to be
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
The Perfect Love
there is no such thing
as the perfect love
because the love
you have for another
can never be equal
and therefore never be
shared by two the same
one will always love more
give more and hurt more
laugh more and do more
and when it is over
the insides of one will
die more all because
there is no such thing
as the perfect love
there is no such thing
as the perfect love
because the love
you have for another
can never be equal
and therefore never be
shared by two the same
one will always love more
give more and hurt more
laugh more and do more
and when it is over
the insides of one will
die more all because
there is no such thing
as the perfect love
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Twisting And Turning
being under the complete control of another
and twisting and turning at their command
makes erotic seem like learning to crawl
all over again as emotions shatter
like a porcelin statue flung against the wall
the pieces left barely resembling
something that was once human
and now twice as needy and ready to be forced
to twist and turn again and again
being under the complete control of another
and twisting and turning at their command
makes erotic seem like learning to crawl
all over again as emotions shatter
like a porcelin statue flung against the wall
the pieces left barely resembling
something that was once human
and now twice as needy and ready to be forced
to twist and turn again and again
Monday, September 10, 2012
The Game
if life were a game
there would be rules
and funny little pieces
to symbolize who
we want to be
we would get
do overs and
we could call
time out whenever
things got rough
there would be
cheers when we win
and shoulders to cry on
when we lose and things
would sometimes end in a tie
and if we got tired of playing
we could just quit
or at the very least
start over and next time
be something new all over again
if life were a game
there would be rules
and funny little pieces
to symbolize who
we want to be
we would get
do overs and
we could call
time out whenever
things got rough
there would be
cheers when we win
and shoulders to cry on
when we lose and things
would sometimes end in a tie
and if we got tired of playing
we could just quit
or at the very least
start over and next time
be something new all over again
Sunday, September 9, 2012
Saturday, September 8, 2012
When We Meet Next Time
We will talk of solutions
Not problems
And how we will get
Things done
All will arrive with
The answers
Until the problems we face
Are done
The enemy is still standing
Before us
No longer needing to use
Their guns
Their goal is to try and
Destroy us
And their target as always
Our sons
We will talk of solutions
Not problems
And how we will get
Things done
All will arrive with
The answers
Until the problems we face
Are done
The enemy is still standing
Before us
No longer needing to use
Their guns
Their goal is to try and
Destroy us
And their target as always
Our sons
Friday, September 7, 2012
On The Edge Of A Killing Spree
the edge is where your sanity sits
as you try to walk the line
between model citizen and mass murderer
waiting for that special time
when the thread snaps and the rope breaks
and your actions cannot be controlled
only the freedom that comes from the release
of your angry and burdened soul
you start with a knife and end with a gun
while the blood begins to rain
the freedom has given you ultimate power
but also has released your pain
no longer average or invisible to all
now everyone will see
the one they ignored and stripped of power
is on a killing spree
the edge is where your sanity sits
as you try to walk the line
between model citizen and mass murderer
waiting for that special time
when the thread snaps and the rope breaks
and your actions cannot be controlled
only the freedom that comes from the release
of your angry and burdened soul
you start with a knife and end with a gun
while the blood begins to rain
the freedom has given you ultimate power
but also has released your pain
no longer average or invisible to all
now everyone will see
the one they ignored and stripped of power
is on a killing spree
Thursday, September 6, 2012
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Voodoo Chants and Mystical Rants
Dark of heart and weak in faith
Mystical chants start in a place
Where practices that you fear the most
Come to life from an unlikely host
The Voodoo man and the Lady priest
Work to have their powers unleashed
To make those who have gone before
Appear again to you once more
To share the wisdom of the past
And let you know their love will last
Until the day when all can be
Together again where love runs free
Dark of heart and weak in faith
Mystical chants start in a place
Where practices that you fear the most
Come to life from an unlikely host
The Voodoo man and the Lady priest
Work to have their powers unleashed
To make those who have gone before
Appear again to you once more
To share the wisdom of the past
And let you know their love will last
Until the day when all can be
Together again where love runs free
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Courage
a strange word
courage
not easily
defined
standing up
to injustice
quickly comes
to mind
being who
you are
when others
tell you
that you should
not
and risking it
all
for just one shot
but maybe
courage
is simply
realizing
if you fall
the most
important thing
you can do
is once again
stand tall
a strange word
courage
not easily
defined
standing up
to injustice
quickly comes
to mind
being who
you are
when others
tell you
that you should
not
and risking it
all
for just one shot
but maybe
courage
is simply
realizing
if you fall
the most
important thing
you can do
is once again
stand tall
Monday, September 3, 2012
Sunday, September 2, 2012
Saturday, September 1, 2012
Friday, August 31, 2012
The Lady In My Life
The lady in my life
Is someone I can never have
She is affectionate and loving
Warm and kind and gentle
And she belongs to someone else
Despite my efforts to be near her
To touch her and to be a part of
Something and someone so loving
And so kind
I know she can never be and
Will never be mine
The lady in my life
Is someone I can never have
She is affectionate and loving
Warm and kind and gentle
And she belongs to someone else
Despite my efforts to be near her
To touch her and to be a part of
Something and someone so loving
And so kind
I know she can never be and
Will never be mine
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Overthrow The System
no use wasting time
fighting the system
the system must die
cut off the head
and place it on a spike
take an ax and
hack off the legs
throw what is left
into the river
and celebrate your victory over
your oppressors
and their attempt
to control how you live
and who you love
any system not designed by you
is not for you
and should be destroyed
a bullet to the brain
of the thing that causes pain
is the only solution to
the new revolution
no use wasting time
fighting the system
the system must die
cut off the head
and place it on a spike
take an ax and
hack off the legs
throw what is left
into the river
and celebrate your victory over
your oppressors
and their attempt
to control how you live
and who you love
any system not designed by you
is not for you
and should be destroyed
a bullet to the brain
of the thing that causes pain
is the only solution to
the new revolution
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Overnight Sensation
Spent your whole life waiting for your big break
The only thing that mattered were chances you did not take
No one cared about how you spent your time
They were only worried if the damn thing rhymed
Never mind that you doing this has taken several years
All of your mind and heart and your tears
And then you finally come to the realization
You spent your life trying to be an overnight sensation
Spent your whole life waiting for your big break
The only thing that mattered were chances you did not take
No one cared about how you spent your time
They were only worried if the damn thing rhymed
Never mind that you doing this has taken several years
All of your mind and heart and your tears
And then you finally come to the realization
You spent your life trying to be an overnight sensation
Monday, August 27, 2012
11,000 Pizzas
starting a
new relationship
is like getting
11,000 pizzas
the reality is
almost everyone
likes pizza
but what do
you do when
you get so
much of
something you
like all at once
do you take
it slow so
that it will
last forever
do you rush
in and get your
fill until you
get so sick
that you never
want to see
another pizza
again
or do you savor
the moment
and realize
that every pizza
is different
all 11,000 of
them because
each time you
enjoy a pizza
you are not the
same person
you were
when you had
your last one
starting a
new relationship
is like getting
11,000 pizzas
the reality is
almost everyone
likes pizza
but what do
you do when
you get so
much of
something you
like all at once
do you take
it slow so
that it will
last forever
do you rush
in and get your
fill until you
get so sick
that you never
want to see
another pizza
again
or do you savor
the moment
and realize
that every pizza
is different
all 11,000 of
them because
each time you
enjoy a pizza
you are not the
same person
you were
when you had
your last one
Sunday, August 26, 2012
Saturday, August 25, 2012
Friday, August 24, 2012
Thursday, August 23, 2012
The Last Time I Saw Happy
The last time I saw happy
She did not see me
Her back was turned
As she hopped into a taxi
Heading for the airport
To catch a flight
To the perfect life
Or perfect vacation
Or perfect something
Most of us will never know
She used to know me
A long time ago
When everything was new
And wrinkles were
Changes in what
Happened next
Not folds in your skin
She still looks great
The way she did when
We turned sixteen
And learned to drive
And eighteen when
We left home
Now she is off with someone else
Doing the things we used to to
The last time I saw happy
She did not see me
Her back was turned
As she hopped into a taxi
Heading for the airport
To catch a flight
To the perfect life
Or perfect vacation
Or perfect something
Most of us will never know
She used to know me
A long time ago
When everything was new
And wrinkles were
Changes in what
Happened next
Not folds in your skin
She still looks great
The way she did when
We turned sixteen
And learned to drive
And eighteen when
We left home
Now she is off with someone else
Doing the things we used to to
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Face To Face With Death
Strange how when you finally decide to live
You come face to face with death
After making the decision to not
Let life pass you by you find yourself
Moments from dying
The irony of seeing your life
Flash before your eyes moments
After you decide to no longer play it safe
Is the type of cruel joke
That only God and the devil could appreciate
Strange how when you finally decide to live
You come face to face with death
After making the decision to not
Let life pass you by you find yourself
Moments from dying
The irony of seeing your life
Flash before your eyes moments
After you decide to no longer play it safe
Is the type of cruel joke
That only God and the devil could appreciate
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Life Is Like A Balloon
Ever notice how life is a lot like a balloon
It starts out small
Gets bigger when you put more effort into it
And no matter how big it gets
We still try to make it bigger
Sometimes things explode and fall apart
But usually left alone the air slowly fizzles out
Leaving a shriveled mess at the end
Ever notice how life is a lot like a balloon
It starts out small
Gets bigger when you put more effort into it
And no matter how big it gets
We still try to make it bigger
Sometimes things explode and fall apart
But usually left alone the air slowly fizzles out
Leaving a shriveled mess at the end
Monday, August 20, 2012
The Reality Of Fantasy
The lines are gone where they were once drawn
Hidden by the mask that you wear
To watch you destroy yourself slowly
Brings everyone down with you
Hoping this nightmare that has now become
Every minute of every life that you have ruined
Will soon die but we all know that this is just
The reality of the fantasy you created
For yourself that we are forced to live through
The lines are gone where they were once drawn
Hidden by the mask that you wear
To watch you destroy yourself slowly
Brings everyone down with you
Hoping this nightmare that has now become
Every minute of every life that you have ruined
Will soon die but we all know that this is just
The reality of the fantasy you created
For yourself that we are forced to live through
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Thieves
There is nothing on this planet
Worse than a thief
A person who steals from another
Is the lowest form of life
To ever crawl the face of the earth
Whether it is money or an idea
A person who would stoop so low
As to steal from someone else
Should never be allowed to profit
From their cowardly way of life
There is nothing on this planet
Worse than a thief
A person who steals from another
Is the lowest form of life
To ever crawl the face of the earth
Whether it is money or an idea
A person who would stoop so low
As to steal from someone else
Should never be allowed to profit
From their cowardly way of life
Saturday, August 18, 2012
Friday, August 17, 2012
Hair
To a woman it is her crowning glory
To a man it is his sense of pride
Why do so many people use hair
As a place they can go and hide
Some see it as a thing of status
Others as something to tame
Most see living without it
As some kind of scandal or shame
There are many who cannot manage
To grow hair that is long or is big
So they pretend others do not know this
By adding on hair or a wig
Some can only imagine
And think this obsession is weird
Hair on your head is a distraction
But I wish I could grow a beard
To a woman it is her crowning glory
To a man it is his sense of pride
Why do so many people use hair
As a place they can go and hide
Some see it as a thing of status
Others as something to tame
Most see living without it
As some kind of scandal or shame
There are many who cannot manage
To grow hair that is long or is big
So they pretend others do not know this
By adding on hair or a wig
Some can only imagine
And think this obsession is weird
Hair on your head is a distraction
But I wish I could grow a beard
Thursday, August 16, 2012
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Graduation
no ceremony
or cap
and gown will
officially announce
when you are
over someone
or something
or worse yet
both
the time to
move on is
apparent to some
and abhorrent to
others but
we all must
graduate
someday
overcoming a
fear or a
challenge is
the same as
conquering a
curriculum
but we seldom
celebrate
the things
that bring
about the
biggest changes
in our
lives
no ceremony
or cap
and gown will
officially announce
when you are
over someone
or something
or worse yet
both
the time to
move on is
apparent to some
and abhorrent to
others but
we all must
graduate
someday
overcoming a
fear or a
challenge is
the same as
conquering a
curriculum
but we seldom
celebrate
the things
that bring
about the
biggest changes
in our
lives
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
When The Apple Realized It Was Not Forbidden
Have you ever wondered what it was like
When the apple realized it was not forbidden
It was probably a lot like the time
When you gave up your childhood dream of
Being a cowboy or a princess or whatever
Your dream was before reality smacked you
So hard that you were happy to settle for a job
You hated just so you could shrivel up and die
Like a bad apple infected with worms
Rotting at the bottom of the barrel infecting
Everything it touches
Have you ever wondered what it was like
When the apple realized it was not forbidden
It was probably a lot like the time
When you gave up your childhood dream of
Being a cowboy or a princess or whatever
Your dream was before reality smacked you
So hard that you were happy to settle for a job
You hated just so you could shrivel up and die
Like a bad apple infected with worms
Rotting at the bottom of the barrel infecting
Everything it touches
Monday, August 13, 2012
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Love Is Not
Love is not for the weak of mind
Or the faint of heart or those
Who live in fear
Love is not for the broken spirit
Or the hopeless lot or those
Without cheer
Love is not for the tortured souls
Or the hapless losers or those
Afraid to take a chance
Love is not
For many or any of those
Who fear romance
Love is not for the weak of mind
Or the faint of heart or those
Who live in fear
Love is not for the broken spirit
Or the hopeless lot or those
Without cheer
Love is not for the tortured souls
Or the hapless losers or those
Afraid to take a chance
Love is not
For many or any of those
Who fear romance
Saturday, August 11, 2012
Variation On A Poem Noir
I was very happy in my Blackness
Both as a Black man and
As a man without a direction
Until she came along
She was everything I was warned about
And told never to bring home
She was then and still is now Satan's sister
The walking description of a
Blond-haired blue-eyed devil
With a passion for everything
That she was always forbidden to have
And this time it was me
I had the chance to walk away and
As I turned in another direction
To return to my roots and my family
Out came her claws and her hooks
And the temptation for something forbidden
Was more than any man could withstand
But just as it is the nature of the scorpion to sting
And for the snake to bite
When you have been blinded
It is impossible to see either
Until it is too late and your fate has been sealed
A gun or a knife would have made more sense
And the first time she struck should have been the clue
But seduction and betrayal are the perfect combination
Of pleasure and pain and she used them both
First to infiltrate my family and replace it with
A family of her own pulled from deep within me
And then to turn that family against me
To make all that is mine despise all that is me
And having accomplished her goal of the
Seduction and elimination of one Black man
She like the heartless predator that she is
Moved on to the next leaving me in my Blackness
Both as a Black man and
As a man without a direction
I was very happy in my Blackness
Both as a Black man and
As a man without a direction
Until she came along
She was everything I was warned about
And told never to bring home
She was then and still is now Satan's sister
The walking description of a
Blond-haired blue-eyed devil
With a passion for everything
That she was always forbidden to have
And this time it was me
I had the chance to walk away and
As I turned in another direction
To return to my roots and my family
Out came her claws and her hooks
And the temptation for something forbidden
Was more than any man could withstand
But just as it is the nature of the scorpion to sting
And for the snake to bite
When you have been blinded
It is impossible to see either
Until it is too late and your fate has been sealed
A gun or a knife would have made more sense
And the first time she struck should have been the clue
But seduction and betrayal are the perfect combination
Of pleasure and pain and she used them both
First to infiltrate my family and replace it with
A family of her own pulled from deep within me
And then to turn that family against me
To make all that is mine despise all that is me
And having accomplished her goal of the
Seduction and elimination of one Black man
She like the heartless predator that she is
Moved on to the next leaving me in my Blackness
Both as a Black man and
As a man without a direction
Friday, August 10, 2012
Last Night While You Were Dreaming
Close your eyes for a minute and try to find
That world of your dreams that you left behind
Last night while sleeping you became someone new
Who could do all the things you always wanted to
You had meetings with world leaders and talking trees
And collected magic pollen while flying with bees
While visiting a land where people never grow old
You danced with the devil for a pot of gold
There were mansions and music and amusement parks
Along with lots of things you could only do in the dark
Of course you were there with the love of your life
Reunited in your dreams with your beautiful wife
Sadly your dream will soon come to an end
As you wait for nightfall and to dream again
Close your eyes for a minute and try to find
That world of your dreams that you left behind
Last night while sleeping you became someone new
Who could do all the things you always wanted to
You had meetings with world leaders and talking trees
And collected magic pollen while flying with bees
While visiting a land where people never grow old
You danced with the devil for a pot of gold
There were mansions and music and amusement parks
Along with lots of things you could only do in the dark
Of course you were there with the love of your life
Reunited in your dreams with your beautiful wife
Sadly your dream will soon come to an end
As you wait for nightfall and to dream again
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Old Friends
Old friends have the best of systems
One will talk while the other one listens
It does not matter what time of day
As long as the other has something to say
Sometimes the need is really strong
And because these two really get along
Neither feels that it is a burden
To make time for the other when they are hurting
While listening to the refrain from a friend
It seems the troubles will find an end
Just as they did the other day
When the two old friends had something to say
Old friends have the best of systems
One will talk while the other one listens
It does not matter what time of day
As long as the other has something to say
Sometimes the need is really strong
And because these two really get along
Neither feels that it is a burden
To make time for the other when they are hurting
While listening to the refrain from a friend
It seems the troubles will find an end
Just as they did the other day
When the two old friends had something to say
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Outside In
All that is bottled up inside
Desperate to get out
Will find a way to exit today
Just select a route
A knife is quick and cuts real deep
Into skin steel does slide
A gun can do real damage too
With a bullet in my hide
The flow of blood will cleanse my brain
And bring my pain to an end
No longer going slowly mad
I let my outside in
All that is bottled up inside
Desperate to get out
Will find a way to exit today
Just select a route
A knife is quick and cuts real deep
Into skin steel does slide
A gun can do real damage too
With a bullet in my hide
The flow of blood will cleanse my brain
And bring my pain to an end
No longer going slowly mad
I let my outside in
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
and suddenly she turned....,
and suddenly she turned and realized
standing behind her was what she feared most
her past had returned to haunt her
in a way that she could never imagine
every effort to change from who she used to be
now had crept up behind her and would soon
overtake her forcing her to face a reality
she put out of her mind years ago
she thought to herself how unfair it was
that all the fear and shame she used to feel
had finally turned from a full roar to
a low moan and here she was once again
starting over having to relive a pain too intense
for words to ever describe
now she realized what she had to do
no longer was she going to be controlled
by a past that refused to let her have a future
she was no longer in a position to run from
what she used to be and from now on
she was going to run towards who she had become
she turned to face the crowd as she grabbed
the microphone and asked
do you want fries with that?
hey
life is art!
and suddenly she turned and realized
standing behind her was what she feared most
her past had returned to haunt her
in a way that she could never imagine
every effort to change from who she used to be
now had crept up behind her and would soon
overtake her forcing her to face a reality
she put out of her mind years ago
she thought to herself how unfair it was
that all the fear and shame she used to feel
had finally turned from a full roar to
a low moan and here she was once again
starting over having to relive a pain too intense
for words to ever describe
now she realized what she had to do
no longer was she going to be controlled
by a past that refused to let her have a future
she was no longer in a position to run from
what she used to be and from now on
she was going to run towards who she had become
she turned to face the crowd as she grabbed
the microphone and asked
do you want fries with that?
hey
life is art!
Monday, August 6, 2012
With Pen In Hand
With pen in hand
I stab at your heart
With words that bite
And soothe your soul
I challenge who you are
Fight who you will be
Support who you once were
While I reject your indecision
I kidnap your thoughts
Making them my own
So that you will always know
A pen in hand strikes twice as hard
With pen in hand
I stab at your heart
With words that bite
And soothe your soul
I challenge who you are
Fight who you will be
Support who you once were
While I reject your indecision
I kidnap your thoughts
Making them my own
So that you will always know
A pen in hand strikes twice as hard
Sunday, August 5, 2012
A Prayer For Parents
Each night before you fall asleep
And pray to God your soul to keep
Do not forget to take a while
And say a prayer for your child
Pray that they grow strong and tall
Though your heart wants to keep them small
Pray that you know what things to say
That will help to guide them on their way
Pray that they will find true love
The kind that comes from up above
And pray that when they rest at night
They spent their day doing what was right
Pray that they will have a life
That is blessed with a husband or wife
Who will make their life so worthwhile
As they pray for you and your grandchild
Each night before you fall asleep
And pray to God your soul to keep
Do not forget to take a while
And say a prayer for your child
Pray that they grow strong and tall
Though your heart wants to keep them small
Pray that you know what things to say
That will help to guide them on their way
Pray that they will find true love
The kind that comes from up above
And pray that when they rest at night
They spent their day doing what was right
Pray that they will have a life
That is blessed with a husband or wife
Who will make their life so worthwhile
As they pray for you and your grandchild
Saturday, August 4, 2012
Dreams A Father Has For His Son
From the first breath that your Son takes
Until your dying day
The dreams a Father has for his Son
Will never go away
The hopes and dreams you have for him
Are different from your own
If you were King you wear a crown
But leave your Son the throne
Wanting more for him than for yourself
Is proven every day
The empire you build will go to him
Even if he goes his own way
The legend says to a warrior is born
A Son who is a coward and lazy
But as a Father gazes upon his Son
He knows the legend is crazy
This is a smaller version of himself
Full of his fire and zeal
How could anyone doubt that he
Could be anything other than real
From the first breath that your Son takes
Until your dying day
The dreams a Father has for his Son
Will never go away
The hopes and dreams you have for him
Are different from your own
If you were King you wear a crown
But leave your Son the throne
Wanting more for him than for yourself
Is proven every day
The empire you build will go to him
Even if he goes his own way
The legend says to a warrior is born
A Son who is a coward and lazy
But as a Father gazes upon his Son
He knows the legend is crazy
This is a smaller version of himself
Full of his fire and zeal
How could anyone doubt that he
Could be anything other than real
Friday, August 3, 2012
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