since this is a new trend i thought i'd take all my poems and put them on one thread just missed it so close yet so far always one step back trailing behind to cover the rear i'm out of range now far enough to know what lies ahead can't fix the past the future unknown Alone, being pulled along by the current of life with no help to catch up out of reach by my finger tips I just missed it ? deep thoughts, shallow figures individualism, capitalism scientology, roman philosophy black, white left right red state, blue state socialism, fascism ring tones, ipod adam & eve, adam & steve PC, CPT R.E.S.P.E.C.T Mcdonalds, obesity technology, Amish lifestyles I hate it all, it's just not for me untitled circlular thought what is it? why does it get me knowhere. starting in the brain swirling around repeating it's self without control halfs divided into 2 to check each other always in conflic never resolve is it half full or half empty we say both the female I wonder my mind wanders away dreaming of her that female I used to know I see her through the glass screen wondering if we could ever be together or no we used to laugh about objects full of death and meaning still she laughs while I leave behind to journey moving onward toward destruction and eventually recreation to find another but nothing compares to the female I wonder
Nothing <--- name) Dark void filling with pain over the brain, weeping down my face sliding it off onto my battered ego hurting with every touch every sense it seems to much to bare witness against myself Lying on the floor stunned in shock as my mind wanders feelings not numb beyond repair, wallowing in despair nothing left in me I let go to the world unknown. The great Journey The great journey lies ahead farther than anyone could grasp Beyond Time, Beyond space Beyond, love, Beyond disgrace Where does it end When does it end why does it end Who ends it What is the end will it come as a friend or foe is it going to be High or low so many questions to be thought and each one has it own Dream of Death Riding in a car talking to a friend the road ahead has a bend in it that leads to nowhere I stop for some gas when I comeback I backup not able to stop alas falling off a cliff I turn to her and laugh I say I love you She loves me looking back toward my dying there lies two gravestones each with death standing by I close my eyes and awake a new lifting up the cliff I see a river in the distance giving me hope for a few turning my head forward almost into the light seeing her losing sight I wake up. story of life the story of my life born out of death blessed by god rejected as an equal heard without knowledge lost in heart ache found by aquintences remembered out of guilt left alone ... forgotten heres a link to a story line that I made from some of these
we'll see sitting there but nowhere in sight invisible to the world around we'll see, we'll see he says coming and going within a blink assuring his sons he'll be back we'll see, we'll see he says I ponder what might be hoping in anticipation by the door we'll see, we'll see he says grown out into the world he asks if I'm to busy we'll see, we'll see tree of light moving through this path of smoke over the mounds of fungi around the heiron valley south of the caicon Mountains just shy of Lake ShomaDa lies a plain of green luscious fields of gold and purple with a crisp aroma coming from the center there lies a tree, the greatest tree of all the tree of light as high as the stars an inscription sits at the base saying welcome my children, enter without care and you shall know the greatest feeling one can bare. Night Souls Here we are again drenched by the rain drenched in each other Our souls bound to each other by the moonlight's vast radiance we dance like wild naked children only living for one not there own as dawn breaks so does the lasting of there existence until the next lunar presents it's self over the hill and with it comes the hope of a new night that will last forever me,me,me! They say silence is golden ignorance is bliss but what about my damn poem no one gives a shit. I'm selfish, I'm greedy, I just don't really care I wanna take all these other poems outta here Why read other poems their not as good not as good as mine you should see the shit I write most don't even rhyme getting tired of bullshit day to day you see it's the only way to let it out hey come look at me.
Americas independence day children playing outside on the front grass dads cooking burgers galore moms making the tuna salad and baked beans the friends all show their smiling faces grandpa plays an acoustic guitar fun, laughter, happiness surrounds the house at night firecrackers light the backyard looking up to the sky giant rockets explode wishing you all a good 4th of july the path As I awake from my slumber looking around for assurance. Opening my door to breath the morning air. Strolling down the road out of town a sign to the left saying "the path to light." How could I resist such a obscure quote? Widening my eyes seeing nothing ahead. A breeze of mist fills the air that settles on the path telling me to carry on with the great journey. Coming home And she saids "Look to the west. Your home." As I turn a flash of light bends around a boulder piercing my eyes, blinding me, passing over me. Her arms draped around me in a loving embrace. In the distance, smoke flows down the path this plain of green, gold and purple fills my eyes. Kneeling down looking at a small growing plant I say to her "I am home." Decisions, Decisions People moving on, i'm left behind. Wondering should I go or stay. Should I be scared or should I be brave? in a world it seems to pick sides, all I want to do is just get high. whats wrong with me or is it the world? hard to know what to do, perception is truth or is it a lie? being lost is one of the worst feelings, until you die. 2 minds Jack the revolutionary always fighting the good fight Dave the pacifist saying this injustice aint right Jack's heart filled with rage that can not be contained Dave's mind lost in a daze wondering who will save the day Jack and Dave two sides from the same mind who will win and who will cry
truth the killer Viscously waiting, the truth lyes crouching. Waiting to pounce out of the night attacking it's prey devouring its victims life. Paralyzed by fear of what to come. Walking away unscathed hunting for more. no title just something wrote on a whim love absent from the aching heart feelings of amputation wounds the soul cut off from the world left in isolation crying lakes of burning eyes painfull seclusion haunts in the mind self loathing greets us at the door A plethora of rage laughing joyfully friend zone wall of friendship blocks my heart smiles and hugs replace kisses and love wanting selfishly to cross this field clueless to the world that surrounds her oblivious freezing pain from her cold lack of touch imagining her in my arms sleeping hoping we may be together America the free America the free thats what we used to be. America the free why can't we just see. America the free this fascist regime threatening me. America the true Always watching over you. America the true blood red, white and blue. America the true oh whats happened to you. America the brave soldiers names that die in vein. America the brave our lives caught in a daze. America the brave is there any left for us to save? America the free how I miss thee
deserted This place I want to be is the place I cannot reach. Fumbling through the heat over this endless beach. I can't go on wondering if I'm going to survive these rays of death feeling least alive. Seeing a mirage of water past the dunes, hallucinations foresee my doom. Soon I will cease to be, vultures hovering over me, falling to my knees, breathing heavily, giving up ever so slowly. Last word spoken "help ..." pick a title shears of tarred glass raining gilbert godfrey plays the trumpet on TV light flashes past my eye humble pie like grandma used to bake conscious trees sigh at the night sky loving dogs roam the hills, starving. An ancient dried up lake wanting to drink today, yesterday, tommorow forever gone, gone wild, gone buck wild waving goodbye beneath us up north this sublime crystallized lake shimmers its reflection penetrating deep within my soul A barrage of colours scours the sky creating a painting that seems universally unbound enhanced by the trees that glide through the wind unchanging froze in time that stands statuesque the smell of brisk rain off in the distance fills my nose with an overwhelming sense of meaning peace and tranquility blanket the land such a majestic place this is the fight for freedom A soldiers march rumbles through the street as young men and women shout for peace true believers front the lines on both sides tearfully hurling gas is flown into the nights eye screaming of pain and rage uncontrolled chaos ensues the fight for freedom ever so bold morning dawn streaks over the sky signs that read and uniforms that lie road filled with blood and tears massive coverage thats seen for years. you pick flash of light blinds us all a wave of fluid fills the streets throwing us like rag dolls megalithic rocks pass our sky hurtling over our heads on high Artificial life, our own creation massive disappearances from the word try and imagine your decapitation does this sound so absurd Tiny microorganisms run through our blood counting the bodies in the mud total calamity, total destruction whether from American or Russian will we ever survive only time will tell
Lake ShomaDa Ancient ruins of a megalithic civilization shrouded in mystery, gone without a trace Hidden beyond the trees, past the plain of green there lies Lake ShomaDa multicolored layers burrowing meters down sounds of hopeful children laughing hovering sky filed with nonsense. At the bottom lies a body of a snake with one red eye and one green eye dead. the Caicone mountains Cold, desolate white mounds covering the hillside. Layers upon layers that pile and cut the landscape in lines. This brilliance and scale made purely to ingest this odorless smell, blinding by the light that reflects off Lake ShomaDa. Climbers sit atop shivering, looking across. Montana to the north, young Georgia to the south, the sun rising from the east, and stars to the west. Oldest of the terrain still wise in his years, remembering centuries past and seeing futures unload. HollyWeenY Pumpkins light up the cautious sky on hollows eve while mad children roam the the vast city. The color of death rains from the trees above. Evil murks under shadows without love. Parading covered masks hiding fear, sugar laced calories consume our dear. dogs howl under a full moon so bright we give thanks to these night of nights needing creativity A generation of followers roaming the hillside thinking out loud, unimaginative. Blank stares that haunts like stone. We remember laughs and dreams of past, unwilling to face the corruption future. Denying leaders creative outlets routine, routine, routine, routine. Materialism buying imperialism forcing restraint. Zombie like repetition over and over. Preparation for death with a meaningless life. my friend Fall That familiar breeze flows from the north bringing with it a mass of coloured leaves. Summers end brings celebration of thanks and treats for children. A friend seen once a year from birth remnants of my innocents and youth. Eerie A shadowy figure lurks behind the blue streets prowling the allies in search from it's hunger it's distorted face, arched spine and crooked fingers shiveres even the most death experienced spines children nightmares of it scar them for life to call it evil would be too vague echoes in the night the screams of men can be heard sounds that resinate through your soul thoughts of maddness fill your mind when it's around sliding out of the shadows reaching out toward me looking face to face with it's unreal posture confronting this entity I stood my ground unafraid A voice of a thousand voices speaks telling me to leave him, I cannot for he is my brother
You are a fairly prolific writer. I like most of you stuff but there are a couple that sort of stand out for me. I've gone through my favourites here. And I'm always looking forward to reading more from you. This is great. It describes perfectly the hidden feelings some of us harbour for friends. The more they don't seem to notice, the harder the pain. Living a life in the imagination. Good writing. I like this a lot. It's one of yours that i haven't read before. It's quite sad and sort of touched a nerve for me. I especially like the remembered out of guilt bit. It made me think about how sometimes I only call my family cos I think I should. Quite sad really. This is still my favourite poem of yours. You seem to write about nature with ease. The feeling of awe and wonder that reading this left me with is amazing. 10 out of 10. Truly awe-inspiring. Keep posting more of your work please. Peace, A.
My favorites would have to be tree of light, just missed it, up north, deserted, and the fight for freedom. these basically sum up the rest of my poems up. Heres some I wrote that I didn't repost before because I don't think there worth it booma booma fwash booma booma yovpel kopif dong gunjo slrant bioh hucaq noho og juguess lonpazdi vututiol zuspa booma booma fwash foela, foela vut dolbop wyol foela cler san buwe yovpel vut losui... booma booma fwash og foela vut foela dolbop foela translation Blood, Blood yovpel she runs from him passing through crowds of stares wiping tears down blood blood death foela, foela the lovely soft foela who done this yovpel the monst... blood blood death of foela the foela lovely foela pick a title shears of tarred glass raining gilbert godfrey plays the trumpet on TV light flashes past my eye humble pie like grandma used to bake conscious trees sigh at the night sky loving dogs roam the hills, starving. An ancient dried up lake wanting to drink today, yesterday, tommorow forever gone, gone wild, gone buck wild waving goodbye beneath us ? deep thoughts, shallow figures individualism, capitalism scientology, roman philosophy black, white left right red state, blue state socialism, fascism ring tones, ipod adam & eve, adam & steve PC, CPT R.E.S.P.E.C.T Mcdonalds, obesity technology, Amish lifestyles I hate it all, it's just not for me the female I wonder my mind wanders away dreaming of her that female I used to know I see her through the glass screen wondering if we could ever be together or no we used to laugh about objects full of death and meaning still she laughs while I leave behind to journey moving onward toward destruction and eventually recreation to find another but nothing compares to the female I wonder p.s. I like to keep a couple references to the doors. Can you find them?
smoke that flows from the silence helplessness dominates my last thoughts regretting mistakes and wrong decisions sobbingly uncontrolled by these raw emotions raising this death bringer to my skull rage that flows pillaring out from deep within taught to self restrain locked until now lost hoplessly alone to the world
stuck wondering alone in my minds resisting insanities hold on me A glimpse of hell to come as a child caught in my dreams unannounced destined for failure regardless of strength questioning reason for logic driven by emotion hidden deep within this flesh casing exhausted thoughts that repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat waiting in patience to fully release everything trapped
These narrow winding and narrow minded passages that heed danger within old cracked rocks, towering overhead. Black stars that bend the snake layered sky hiding foreign enemies crouched, watching in preparation. Masked only by the blood of dead children chanting and wanting more. A mass of thousands following their unwavering leader. Determined to destroy, fueled by hate and challenged by none. Except for "Him" for he has no fear. Stands alone motionless, unwilling to submit. bowing to no man powerful or less. Creating flashes of blue crystallized light that slices the horizon past repair. Confusing his enemies while he decapitates their golden leader. His blade unharmed trickling. Stunned in awe they attack this "Him". One sweep of his hand is all they last see until death. Those left standing flee without limbs, he owns them.
Joshland, full of josh trees and joshberries. Josh's praise him from all around planet josh. small Joshers look to the Jeavens to see his joshnificence while JOSH sits atop Mount Josh eyeing his Jeople. they goto jork, play josh games, and protect other Josh. It truly is a Josh of a kind. Josh p.s. josh is my brother and it's his ego of a world
