January 2010
1 post
Here I give, a song to thee , to make your own, to make you free. Your burdens speak a night so long, take heart, my friend, my song is young. Its the song of hope, and lovely joy, of friends to come, and friends who stay. It talks of mountains green, and lovely walks in lovely spring, It weaves for you the dreams to fill, with eager joys the song shall bring. Sing it now , and sing it long , and...
December 2009
1 post
The Taste of Tears
In sadness tears spill all the time Regardless, the world is acting fine. So many people with laughing eyes But some just look up to the skies And wish a part of them would leave, Leave them be and let them grieve For times gone by, for years past Just let them go and fly so fast. In happiness tears flow the same With a different taste and without blame. A life of gladness what a thought Where...
November 2009
2 posts
Take it easy
A stone, thrown in a sea, Has it made the sea shallower? A stone, taken from a sea, Has it made the sea deeper?
No worries, Either way, The sea is roomy enough.
Easy to float, Easy to drown.
Miss You, Babe
I try so hard not to leave marks upon you - I blur the footprints I make tip toeing through the chambers of your heart, I smear the whorls and loopy marks left by my oily fingertips. I make myself as small as possible, I don’t want to taint you with my imperfect love. You kiss the thickened skin left by past lovers - velvet tongue flicking across sensitive scars. I shudder at the sensation...
October 2009
4 posts
A mash up of ‘Summer Madness’ and...
Dreams Fall
Dreams fall to the ground, Like balloons filled with lead. What was once remains no more. Energy disperses and leaves its once used space. Minds change, Hearts are torn. God falls away to the place beyond reason. Hopes die, With wallowing thoughts. Souls die defeated by the complexity of life, What it holds. Reality, A word lost to its meaning. Dreams turn to death, To escapism. Behind the doors...
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Hope
When all around has been dark It takes a moment for eyes to see That there is hope most of the time, For this is what happened to me. So long the shadows have wept. My heart was missing from life, One fall after another it seemed Nothing but darkness and strife. There comes a time when you say No more please, I am sinking, Then troubles mount further. So what’s the point in thinking? ...
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What is a poet?
po·et [poh-it] –noun 1. a person who composes poetry. 2. a person who has the gift of poetic thought, imagination, and creation, together with eloquence of expression. 3. those who breathe life to the world they see and do not fear at the unknown a self-examined visionary one who sets their mind so free through deconstruction of the world they show us it’s simplest parts they see a cosmos to...