There's no fight left
No waste of breath
No strength to find
Another step
Another stage
Another try
To salvage bits
Of things slipped by
To tired to wriggle
I finally rest
and find the peace
Of no contest
The truth of us
The truth of me
There's only one thing
I can be. read more
Who blinds tears
like a weather report
Waters love ya
and they don’t know why
Who flashes flesh
like memories
in the eyes of
the beholder
Meat and nature
love ya
just like a song
medley thing. read more
What men as peacocks take to centre stage to play the fool?
Then turn to common ways and tell the turned tale,
That from on high passed down to be salvations way,
Have let the freedoms choice all gone and went astray.
Wherein did man take book and seek the honest truth,
Fall foul of the sin of pride, and look not up but down to sandal bare,
Then fired up with zeal did orate the many, into subjugation,
That fell on wounded men, and desolated a trying nation.
There where men would go to find the mercy seat,
Was only man sitting, with decrees to help the ones who pay?
That all was not as seems the future now finds true,
As saddened humanity fell to colour blue.
Oh woe is man that held not the truth, but twisted word to suit,
So all could see his folly not the fame, aye and still they swaggered,
Call me father I speak for him above lord of all,
Yet where. oh where was writ I ask thee, that show there fit for fall.
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Heated air coupled with ashes, and
papers ripped in a soundless scratch
- like a worrying gasp by the
opponents of Gods
The air-balooned skyies
provided in the south of Arizona
The lizards heated by
the pursuit of horse-riding
The dropping of blooded sweat,
the smell of sand, the hard time
Mikey had as he cooled
down the gang – and he sat.
And he tossed a coin
and he took note of it
and he waved in the air
with his bare hands. read more
How I love the highs,
and how I hate the lows,
and still this feeling grows,
as my gentle breathing slows,
and my soul begins to glow,
How I hate the highs!
and how I love the lows,
all lost within the things I know,
and still this feeling grows,
as my soul begins to glow,
and the words will always flow,
So I embrace the highs,
and fight against the lows,
how my love for you grows,
as my soul begins to flow,
and the world will always glow,
How I need the highs!
How I need the lows!
As my gentle breathing slows,
I'm lost within the things I know,
and guided only by the love you show.
~P~ read more
In this haze, I was shorn
of all the flames that burned inside
Nothing is ever that simple
But when I saw you
for the first time in years
I knew the suprise was a novelty
I wasn't sure
I was washed ashore
In the mist, I was taught
to extinguish my fears
Nothing is ever that simple
But when you saw me
on that fateful day
I knew you saw straight through me
I wasn't sure
But I've been here before
I wasn't sure
I was washed ashore
In the silver sand, I try
to remember your last words
Nothing is ever that simple
As I waited in the sunlight
I knew you had forgotten about me
Those days were formed in the ocean waves
Those days were formed in the ocean waves read more
Nothing compares to the look in your eyes
When they meet mine;
Not one ounce of pain could ever be bred
From those lips of yours.
It's a shame they are no such things as fairies,
To reward your kindness;
And the world is mistaken in thinking that Heaven
Belongs in the stars -
It is you.
For I have met the love of my life
In my dreams,
And you will remain there, to cushion my life,
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What am I in the eyes of my parents?
A son?
A child?
A responsibility?
What am I in the eyes of my sibling?
An older brother?
A bully?
A supporter?
What am I in my girlfriend’s eyes?
A lover?
A partner?
A possibility?
What am I in the public’s eyes?
A nobody?
A non entity?
An unknown?
What am I in your eyes?
A dreamer?
An insecure man?
A writer/poet?
When I look in the mirror
A stranger looks back.
That man cannot be me
He’s too fat,
Too old,
Too uncouth.
So I should ask to be judged
By my achievements and work.
Judge me by my thoughts
And what lurks in my heart.
For you then shall find a friend
In this mess of a man. read more
This is an incomplete epic poem. I'd love to know how I did with what I've written. Maybe someday I'll pick it up ... I looove stories about going to sea. :)
I.
My name is James McHaggarty,
Son of Daniel, a seafaring man,
Born in the British Isles, but
Raised a proud Bostonian.
My mother fled to New England,
In hopes of living a better life;
My father never returned to us,
Tho' gossip spoke of a mistress in Fife.
My mother was staid and emotionally strong,
And raised me on her own;
And only when she took sick admitted
She could not continue alone.
To earn our keep for our small home,
I was apprenticed at age eleven;
And my master took me in the year
That my mother was called up to Heaven.
I spent three years as the printer's devil,
And at the end of my indenture
I said farewell to my surrogate father
In search of a grander adventure.
Altho' I have never met him, I
Know my father and I are alike:
I dreamt of going to sea as he did
Ever since I was just a tyke:
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Glorious daydreams provoke
the little known truth that leaves wonder
"Perhaps we could spend the day together"
But only if I could gather the courage to speak
Behind the barrier of discontent
I try to hide from the inevitable
refrain:
My time is running short
My time is running short
But I only have one request/This is the part I detest
Will you...
Will you...
Stirring beneath the grey sky
I found this silence is like a virus
No words carry through the atmosphere
Falling onto the anvil of ignorance
I have wasted enough time now
But I'm too anxious to care
repeat refrain
So how will this all end
So how will this all end
So how will this all end
If only...
If only...
Oh if only... read more
Sound fills the air
The children hide under the covers
Outside it's getting darker
Rumble of the thunder seems to penetrate you
Marvelous thing is a storm
Running inside to shelter they go
And some people running outside to splash in the puddles
Inside the people are drinking hot cocoa
Not the others, just watch them go go
Light fills the sky so dark
Inside the dog begins to bark
Glorious lights in the sky
Having trouble sleeping, i wonder why
The loud CRACK makes the kids run for mummy
Never strikes twice my grandpa used to say
It will soon pass over it will soon go away
Now as the lightning leaves, you can just hear it say
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This rain cascades from another time
From the depths of hope, where the heartless rise
What if
We were both wrong
We gave up on something that was meant to be eternal
Dark clouds signal the morning
Somewhere you ascend without a care
Maybe
I was right
But all along I knew even the lifeless can die
It's hard to see through this haze
Where the truth is drowned by nostalgia
What if
Soulmates never die
We are tethered
To a spiteful lie
I don't need you
I need someone who needs me read more
