That disturbed child
The teen girl with no friends,
and is rejected by her loved ones
She feels broken inside,
like theres no other choice
She takes the iron razor,
she puts it to her arm and hopes the pain will fade,
but in the end it only makes her feel worse
She does this to herself not because she is sad,
but because she doesn't think any one cares
What if I put this razor to my throat,
and ended my life
Would they care then?
She feels like no one cares
What she doesn't realize is,
if she died a river of tears would come,
even faster then the blood would run from her
If she only knew life can be brighter
If she would only see,
that she is loved
That disturbed child,
We miss her
and theres no getting her back
What could we have done
Was there any changing her mind
Only God knows
I have a pocket Full of dreams
that, I carry wherever I go
I wonder what dreams I'll dream tonight
for I never seem to know
I closed my eyes to drift asleep
as I reached in for a dream
I grabbed one tight within my hand
then, flying became the theme
Now, I'm in a dream and flying
and, this feeling of flight is grand
I have no wings to fly at all
Yet, my feet lift off the land
I used my mind to fly around
such freedom I can feel
For, deep down in my heart I know
that flying can't be real
I woke with the dream of flying
And yet, it's never as it seems
But, I know I'll dream this dream again
from my pocketful of dreams
He crushed his heart. On hopes flutteringly light as butterfly wings. On dreams foolishly bright as silver bells. On dreams seemingly fine and looking good. He broke his heart. On tales of lust hewn from his faint heart. He banked his faith on the words of a woman. He lost his sight searching into darkness. He thought it wise to love once and never again. He thought he had found his only love. His only hope. He was only 17
My three trees
When I was a young lad, I lived in a jungle
A jungle of concrete and bricks
We had there but few birds, and yards without flowers
At times it did make me so sick
For I loved the forests all filled with lush growth
That I’d seen in the books I had read
And life there in Peckham it did nothing to me
It seemed to be dull, and quite dead.
And yet in our front yard there lived these three trees
And oh, how I loved them, I did
They filled with lush growth in spring and the summer
And then their rich growth it was hid
Until the next spring it would come back to life
And oh, how I loved to see this
When the sun did shine down on this beautiful foliage
My young heart was filled with such bliss.
Then one day in winter my father chopped down
These wonderful trees I did love
I cried, and I cried, and I sent all my anger
It must have reached Heaven above
For when the spring came those stumps they were loaded
With wonderful Foliage again
Those trees they lived on and I was delighted
That my dad tried to kill them in vain.
11 June 2014 @ 1155hrs.
She slips away silently, to escape mothers screams
And crawls so softly, into bed, into dreams
His dreams became so dark
Left them to his escape into the dark
To dream open eyes outside window
Across his vision he saw as light lost its flicker
Loss for air she lay, sobbing away sorrow
But she felt invaded, grasping in surprise's horror
So close these shattered mirrors lay
A soft curious cry,a leaf blow away
Together now their halos became so clear
The coping of bewildered souls to share
He slips away silently, to escape his skeleton's haunts
And crawls softly, into new arms, to cure a world of wants
There's little left now, Lawson, mate, of your home by the hill,
Except, a guarding sentinel, the chimney stands there still;
To some it's just another site, for tourists passing through,
Perhaps they've never read your works - how sad, but maybe true.
Eurunderee and childhood days, please tell me if I'm wrong,
Instilled in you mixed memories and feelings, oh so strong.
Yes, monumental moments mate; the hardship and the joy.
They brought to mind old childhood days when I was just a boy.
Is that your Dad with shouldered axe and wand'ring off somewhere?
His cross-cut saw with him as well. I'm sure it's him, I swear.
The dark haired lady on the log and scribbling on a pad;
Your Mum I guess at work on verse; she taught you well my lad.
Old grandpa Albury's visiting and dons his greasy hat.
I know it's him, no other soul could ever shout like that.
The muck on brother Charlie's face. It's not Jim Nowlett's brew?
He surely can't believe that tale, 'cause none of it is true.
I see young brother Peter mate is tending cows again.
You mentioned how they liked to stray. You're right, they are a pain.
Is that a horseman riding up and pack horse by his side?
It can't be old Dave Regan. No! They told me he had died.
If Billy Grimshaw's teams passed now, his bales of wool so high,
He couldn't swear from being bogged; the bitumen runs by.
The gold has long but disappeared, though grape vines grow here still;
Red wine is known around the world; I know, I've had my fill.
I can't stay any longer mate I've got a way to go;
To join up with my poet friends, up Queensland way you know.
I'm glad though that I stopped a while to reminisce with you,
Like Banjo mate, deep down within, I saw you as true blue.
A sister strides amongst the clouds
with teardrops in her eyes.
wisps of hair fly in the wind as
thunder claps her cries.
I call to her, as up I rise
with sunbeams on my lips
I grasp her cheeks with my two hands
as round her the wind whips
Her tears kissed dry she lightly trips
down to a lower plane
where breezy winds stroke gently by
a storm released refrain.
Arm in arm over jade terrain
the sisters dance so blithe
One dark one pale, both beautiful
each waiting to be wives.
* Dedicated to my muse Dee in Darkness & Light
He was my best friend
His name was Snoopy
He was a beagle
My favorite pet.
I got him on Christmas day
He was just a little pup
I loved him so much
Then God took him away.
He was out hunting
He never came back
He was gone
Just like that.
I wonder every day
Where is he
I still miss him so
I cry at night
Little stuffed bear
lying on a bed
Made of odd pieces of cloth
Not as handsome
as store-bought bears
Of this he was ashamed
But he captured the heart
of a little girl
And of this he was rightfully proud
Nestled in her arms
So loving each night
He led a charmed life
He brought sweet dreams
or so it seems
and had no wants at all
Years passed, and
the little girl
grew to think he was
of no more use to her
He found himself in
a trash can
His heart so hurt
the angels cried
And this is what they swore
To teddy bear heaven
they carried him
to rest in well earned peace
But from heaven he
could not bear to be
He wanted to be with her
That you surely see
One night the girl
had a frightful nightmare
and cried out for her bear
And in a flash our Teddy came
To keep away the scare
Now Teddy again lies on her bed
On his face a mighty grin
Cause Teddy found out
his one great love
Indeed still needed him.
im sorry ive caused you pain.
i thank you for sticking by me through everything.
and not giving up on me. i dnt no what
i would do if you had given up on me.
Im sorry ive lied to your face and you knew it,
but you still loved me the same as before.
so i thank you.
i dont know if i would be here with you if you had given up on me.
im sorry ive broken your trust over and over,
and you still wanna trust me.
i thank you again.
i dont know wat i would have done if you didnt trust me.
im sorry ive done things behind your back,
even though i promised you i would never do them.
im sure you knw but you never said anything.
i wish you would have. it would have saved us all alot of pain
i thank you for never giving up on me.
i dont no how to tell you how much i love you.
mom i love you sooooooo much you wont ever no how much i love u and thank you for everything