Thursday May 5, 2016
Fragile is life, yet as bad as it is we all hope for things to get well in the future. The future of which there are no guarantees. I wait quietly each day to see what new thing comes my way, yet wanting desperately to reclaim years gone, loves missed and lost. And it is but a mist, a vapor that rises off the water and evaporates. Age brings with it limitations and circumstances not of our own do...
the elephant in the room
frantic movements avoiding
and really you can't blame it
caged creatures rarely
realize the confines in which
one shot and it's over, one
never solved the
love you lacked
for yourselfI have about 150ish poems 5 of which are published in table top books and vairous poetry sites. thought I would share a couple.
WORLD OF COLORS
I want so much
To have nothing to touch
I’ve always been greedy that way
Being alive and being free
Meant everything in this world today
I came with nothing…
And I shall leave the same
Everything in this world was here to share
SETTING ASIDE THE PAST
Crumbling the sun in the palms of my hands,
Watching the source of my days grow shorter by the second.
Shaking, devastated in fear,
Following the same path seen many time before.
From head to toe, soaked in cold sweat.
Quickly setting aside the past.
Preparing myself for coming of the day.
Saying goodbye to the last,
That’s all I have to say.
Blisters on me feet, sunb...
Walking from here to there getting nowhere
Walking backwards through your dreams; ending up somewhere
Remember the addict in the attic
Play the game insane bang the cane
Crystal meth its in your brain
Throughout your body there pain in my vein
Good to blow the junkie snow
Its always there so here we go
We don’t slow down for slammed back kix never stop
Until we fix what was sh...