Poem by: Mr. Ronald Watson
Sep. 13, 2012
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Stinking thinking/ it leads to drinking./
What moisten the soul without an inkling?/
Unto making a wild left turn /while the right signal light were blinking./
Within a mild mix of rice, hops, and barley,
Since/ it is too much laugher at a karaoke party./
How Elvis sounds like,/ a broken Bob Marley?/
Now it’s as if,/ inhibitions are lowed/
Frozen in time/ and slipping far out of control./
As intuitions of minds does loathe,/ as such weariness echoes for tomorrow./
Yet,/ a stinking breath that smells just as death/ and it's where all funky asses dwells./
Though/ all hung over /and unjustified to flinging heavy heads into that porcelain king,/
Even this is a sight for red sore eyed Kings!/
It is an aftermath of ravishing through them royal purple cloth bags./
So/ afraid to admit that shallowness slowly drags!/
When,a sense of clarity which will just admit it.
That stinking thinking is difficult to kick, but
One day at a time, it is the only way to shine, or get fixed.
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I almost can't bare it , I keep running for Fun.
This contest is crazy , I wanna be lazy
But I shall keep on running . I'm becoming hazy
I was told I would. I was told it was no Fun.
I decided to try it for the heck of it. It's so crazy.
Now I'm being Lazy and I 'm a little more hazy.
Never I again shall I . Enter a running contest not
Until the far away day. That I shall die. I keep running.
Sweat dripping all over the place. And it's covering my face
Oh Boy what a disgrace. I am almost there. And I of
course made it . Now I shall be even more Lazy
The Phoenix and beast in their elegance;
Effulgent, in all its lively ignorance;
Could she foretell her sinful breath;
would sadly soon be stilled in death
Creator divinely will triumph ultimate
Where, one day we all will be intimate
In the name of the Lord, said a pledge
From the bottom of heart, a judge
Let me kiss her, not let her go out
Let me kill her, not let her go out
The coldness of the grave is known,
The dusty destiny is ever unknown.
Words! Those words took me to heaven. Had I known that they were just whispers, the words that fed my smile and gaze my laughter. I surrendered to him as he request. I was addicted to his touch, you astounded me how could you be so wicked so heartless. I gave you my heart I believed in your love. I felt the gravity from Jupiter; he was my life, my hope, my love. All is gone, passed by thereof the hurt is such no one should bear what’s to life, why should I care? weep all night for my love gone My heart is sick, for death I long Mine eyes well tears for love that's lost I'll bear always for the great cost. You don't mean what you say and don't mean what you do You don't mean anything because it's not true. You broke my fall and stole my heart am already damaged, you let it fall apart. The tears I cry now fall with my misery, once covered up, now for the world to see whom I really am inside. For all to see rules to which I don't abide. The circumstances in which reality shall fade. The unwanted feelings your lies have made, the shame when I realized you gained my trust the truth fading as the dust Slips through my fingers grain by grain. My heart's not only torn but also slain as shards of glass fall from the sky. Tears of blood fall from my eye. Your words crawled across my skin and I forget what I don't believe in my heart pounds as I lift my head. Dare to enter where no one has tread And I looked deep into your eyes Found the source of all your lies And even though I know they'll never be true With all my heart, I'll continue loving you. My love for you is real and true and I keep on sticking to the basic that am still in love with you I cant deny it it’s the fact and the living truth. how can i ever alllow my self to forget how wonder you could be, although you are another in these hard days mesmerized are your thoughts but love you are still the only man I want to love. save my soul.
Clinching my fists together,
I realize an emotion is driven,
How to get through,
The pain that has been given,
The paths are bright,
Only seeing so far into each,
The rest is out of sight,
My choice on which will teach,
Teach me like a young child,
Growing into an adult,
My ways are mild,
The hand says stop; halt,
Is that where you want,
To direct the heart,
Deep thoughts haunt,
The streets start to part.
It’s a decision for now,
In the future we’ll see,
In with two feet; plow,
Plow the other lane-no longer to be.
I chose right,
Wrongs may come across,
Darkness comes every night,
But I stand up like a boss.
I’m the boss of my journey,
Which way to head next,
Points given; attorney,
With two feet I’ll use respects.
Choose which way will benefit-but always know there’s darkness in every path, so stand with TWO feet.
Speaking in tongue,
Listening in form,
Sectors of the lung,
Levitates to perform.
Differences in light,
Diffusion of rights,
PacMan fever delight,
Dimming prestige as a phobic,
Leaving an anaerobic,
State of mind for myself.
A mortal to be,
A mortal I am,
One twinkle from thee,
Forget what is norm,
Become what is professed,
Speak without lest.
As a mortal: We need to be a mortal with
WANT TO SUCCEED, AND KEEP FEAR FAR
TO GET IT OFF MY BACK (TO LIVE)
To get it off my back, I write about this and that.
To get it off my back, I write about life.
To get it off my back!
To escape mania
To destroy the voice
To defend my rightful mindedness from evil discourse,
I write about the lunacy of the Courts.
To get it off my back, I write about what the world did.
They killed my people my people spirit of happiness.
I write about the mania I normally live within.
To get it off my back, I scribe proverbially and have a psalmist thumb.
I tell the public about the wickedness to come.
To get it off my back, I am bard to tell exactly the way it is.
To get it off my back
Penned April 27, 2014!
The mysterious day,
Starts up the bubble,
Snooze button delay,
Two shift double,
Heat on full blast,
Reaching for the hand,
Too much doubt,
A responder unplanned,
Trying to block out,
Block out a power,
A helpful soul’s passion,
Upon a rush hour,
Saved with compassion,
Life blooming; beautiful flower,
Sometimes it takes,
One individual man,
To fulfill the steaks,
Of another’s game plan.
Don’t give in when life is hard, become that beautiful flower- life hands you cards or people to keep you moving-use the right card.
Life is like an everlasting
Testing us in both
triumph and torturing
Honoring the humble,
humbling the pride
Yet death have honored
Sometimes smiles change
Sometimes lives lose their
rename our names
Yet athletes faithfully
finish their miles
When we lose our loved
Is there a real reason to
still carry on?,
When we lose our
Do we still stand firm and
In pain people search for
We desperately try to
Several suicide attempts,
but ropes untie
Hurtful moments for
torture carries on at or
away from home
We seek death to find
Yet our maker
demolishes death to
show us love
We think the end is
worth the risk
Yet losing life quenches
Look and see
Surviving after suicide
Shows love beyond
borders a human eye can
It's thus a perfect
Hence i call it a perfect gift
by Anne Currin
Be grateful to your creator
For he is your maker
Ungratefulness comes from
Selfishness and greediness
It is the spirit of arrogance and ignorance
It is the act of the devil
Ungrateful people are evil
Instead of being scornful
Only the fool hates to show appreciation
For his life is full of illusion