hey all, i've noticed that several other people post all their poems under one thread instead of starting new threads each time. i think i'll try that as well. the first few will be poems already posted and then i will add more each day. namaste, doug
patchwork girl the zombies walk in shadows but i'm not buying what they sell i lost all my money threw my wallet down a wishing well made it threw the shakedown crowd stumbled thru the tents a while the trees were swaying back and forth the moon looked on and simply smiled found my way down to the circle of bongos, congas, and djembe drums synchronized my pounding heart took a puff and filled my lungs saw a girl in a patchwork dress her eyes met mine and then she smiled i knew exactly what she meant and took a rest to sit a while opened my mouth no words came out she laughed and said..."exactly" and we sat there in silence and bathed in it's lucidity and then i suddenly remembered what i'd always known we start and end our lives the same naked and alone
Beauty super models so tall and so thin so superficial with airbrushed skin personality's out plastic surgery's in they call it beauty but i call it a sin give me a woman with her own look and style with big eyes, funny nose and a crooked smile a woman with curves to get lost in awhile a girl with some wit some brains and some guile because beauty will fade as the years pass by but personality stays and gets better with time inner beauty is free and it's not hard to find look past her skin and into her mind
Lost and Found this world seems to me so incredibly fucked up god's cosmic plan i hope he had a backup when dealing with men the end is just a toss up all this killing and hate is it ever gonna letup i came home from work and turned on the news i watched too much until my mind got bruised my head started spinning and i got confused if this game never ends then we're all gonna lose (chorus) if the world keeps spinning around and around if a tree falls down does it make a sound if life gets too tough try to stand your ground try to find your faith at the lost and found we got man killing man for their land or religion got people hoarding money like it's a competition we got guns in schools and millions of addictions we got racist cops and crooked politicians we got the left and the right and they spew their criticisms we got the moral majority and it's called fanaticism we got child-molesting priests in need of exorcisms we got industrial revolution and high-tech barbarism (chorus) if the world keeps spinning around and around if a tree falls down does it make a sound if life gets too tough try to stand your ground try to find your faith at the lost and found we got paparazzi media entertaining exploitation and reality television but it's just a fabrication we got anorexic supermodels who can meet those expectations we got too many people breeding yes that's my observation (chorus) if the world keeps spinning around and around if a tree falls down does it make a sound if life gets too tough try to stand your ground try to find your faith at the lost and found
obsessed alone uninspired can't sleep dead tired words no longer i'm weak you're stronger hope where'd it go down and out feelin low fate just my luck she's gone now i'm fucked shave my head slit my wrists things to do on a list take a hike off a cliff pour a drink make it stiff try to give her some space wish i could vanish without a trace i'm fucking crazy fucking obsessed full of regret heads a mess need her touch need her skin need it too much need it like sin trouble thinking i'm just a freak ship of emotions has sprung a leak now i am drowning now i can't breathe sink or swim why'd she leave
Fucked Up Now i had me a lover it lasted awhile loved her body, her mind her soul and her smile she inspired me with her charm and her style but she buried her sadness we were both in denial she needed a change and walk out the door and i didn't stop her i just stared at the floor i couldn't pretend i couldn't ignore that maybe she just didn't love me no more i'm ragged and tattered i'm torn and i'm frayed i'm fed up and fucked up and sometimes afraid that maybe in time these feelings will fade and i won't regret the decision she made it looks like just maybe it's come to an end it's hard to accept and to comprehend how can i forget her how will i transcend when i've lost my lover and i've lost my best friend
harder each day i went for a walk just to clear my head and i couldn't stop until my feet had bled i then thought about every word you said haven't felt this way since i lay on my deathbed it's not you... it's me let's leave it up to fate but what will you do if fate is too late no matter how hard i try i just cant relate don't want to forget or self medicate so i stab myself my words bleed on the screen will i ever wake up from this bittersweet dream and i pray in hope that things are better than they seem and that you will return once you find your self esteem
the cutter she's always wearing long sleeve shirts she rarely smiles at all she wants to feel so bad it hurts only feels alive when raindrops fall but i know all her secrets and i've seen all the scars i've touched them with my own two hands she burns so bright like a dying star why... i ask... would you do this thing and she answered so surreal i do this simply so i can feel so i can feel alive and real so i promised her i'd never tell but she doesn't understand when she cuts herself... it scars my soul it scars me secondhand
the way day becomes night and night becomes day the moon grows full and then fades away winter to spring summer to fall no good can come from clinging to all lovers will come and lovers will go i've learned of life and it's highs and lows so embrace the dark as you would the light it's the only way the blind can find sight
anger creation... all but lies salvation... live to die desperation... you've been had hallucination... song of the mad try to deny and hide all the lies try to deny and hide all the lies i can't remember what i was angry for i can't remember what i was angry for knowing and accepting are two different things sing the song of the mad feel the love of the damned hate.... pumps through your veins life... a deadly game violence... embrace the pain facing death... will set you free try to deny and hide all the lies try to deny and hide all the lies i can't remember what i was angry for i can't remember what i was angry for knowing and accepting are two different things sing the song of the mad feel the love of the damned bridge it can be so much easier let go of the past no questions, no longing no tears, no anger at last
as she lay sleeping i lie awake listening to her breath admiring her body naked in the TVs glow she's fast asleep i love her even though she'll break my heart
blues tune well i told you one time woman told you a thousand times before yea i told you one time woman told you a thousand times before that you the only woman for me don't want no other woman no more well i was down for the count when i met ya you came and chased those blues away yea i was down for the count when i met ya you came and chased those blues away but now i'm back up and swingin' and prayin' that you is here to stay well i know i'm not always good for ya baby you know i do the best i can yea i know i'm not always good for ya baby you know i do the best i can but if you promise to keep forgivin' me i promise to always be your man *upbeat blues tune *acoustic guitar in G *harmonica riffs after every second line
declaration i've got a fascination a preoccupation for examination and deep conversation it's a revelation more education helps my situation and my reputation no denomination i got admiration for the congregation that attains salvation i've tried meditation attempted contemplation simple relaxation it takes dedication prescribed medication i've tried inebriation and intoxication all things in moderation i've had hallucinations felt some good vibrations found an appreciation for new sensations i think this once great nation needs resuscitation you want my explanation it's over population my generation over stimulation all this exploitation is a constant temptation we need communication less fabrication show some consideration and cooperation it's no exaggeration got no expectations here's my declaration no more discrimination
