This place, inside, where all my feelings keep.
That lies somewhere between my heart and soul.
Should I, the guardian of my fortress seek,
Protection from those, who would see them stole.
So many times have you this bastion breeched,
With scant regard for all the dangers posed.
That my hopes and dreams should not be reached,
By eyes that only wish my heart exposed.
These inmates with their liberty restrained.
That strive against their shackles and their chains.
Am I their jailor too cautious to be blamed,
To free them no matter what their claims.
And if freeing them should reveal my heart,
I might be also freed.. my life to start
wandering in thoughts.
promises and hopes.
Hand in hand,
tumbling on slopes.
This is love
Running away from this world.
Warm bodies sliding in sheets,
to find another world.
Burning in cold flames.
No fear ... no shame ... no games
This is love
A courier of peace; a coupon of hope
Your cost; though I’ve been made alien
Your fruitfulness I heartily grope;
But the lashed back in servitude asks, “WHEN”?
A befitting vestment on servitude
A plague in the metropolis;
Like the Gulliver in Lilliput;
Amass not; thou in bit she seeks
Though thou enjoyed none methinks
‘Cos denied is she, much she denies ye
But let that which we sought be unclink
An ointment on our contuse; we pr’ythee
But should denial tend your way;
At wrath, me be spared; I pray.
There is no man present that I can see
Who looks upon the ocean wide and blue
And understands not it's lasting beauty
For it is there a spirit dares to lift
There one appreciates life's little gifts
Where fragments of home crack beneath your feet
It is here, at last, I shall take a seat
This panoramic view swallows me whole
Whilst I gaze on humbled by such smallness
I let that truth absorb into my soul
And nature will do whatever it must
Whether it be a soft breeze or harsh gust
I'll watch as fates and failures slip away
Into the thresholds of another day
How old people take medicine over the years.
they feel different live in tension and fears.
what is good flavour to live always in tears?
they are irritated and abusive in some hears.
but still they inspire jump in the forward gears.
they worried to draw a will for their next kin.
still they scroll numbers to play lottery to win.
they occupied to grab money they think its not sin.
they love holidays and luxuries, living for fun,
they are not scrap don't throw them in a bin.
Drinking alcohol is harmful they do as fashionable style,
don't eat much red flash but they do, take advice in a file,
don't walk hard n't good for heart but they walk another mile.
they know death has dreams they love happy ending smile.
You gotta tell me,
The secret you hold,
Gotta tell me,
All of the untold.
Raise off your knee,
Give your soul what it needs,
Off your knee,
And plant the seed.
Fight against the pain,
Break the chain,
Against the pain,
Run through the rain.
Cover your eyes,
Don't recognize the lies.
October 03, 2006
Incredible as it may be,
And as brilliant as it is,
You are uniquely a wiz.
Looks like you and me.
In the winds and free.
It’s hers and it’s his.
Those two took a quiz.
Together those two see.
Dancing on the Moon,
Or singing to the Sun.
Their love is too soon.
And their life just begun.
They are in a full bloomed blossom,
And those two together are awesome!
I wonder what your thinking, in your country far away
And what on earth possesses you to threaten mine today
You allow your people to starve, munitions they are first
While daily people starve to death and many die of thirst
Your father and grandfather should have taught you how to care
Instead they shared their legacy of treating people unfair
Many live in work camps with three generations or more
Simply because they disagreed, so now all must chore
You live in style above the rest, have people who adore
But deep down, I believe that each person longs for more
You teach hatred and despise my country each and every day
For freedom and free choice would take yours away
Your people follow in fear, like robots in a line
I wonder how long they will conform or will it be your time
More and more try to escape, or die instead of live
In a country such as yours that takes much more than it gives
Each building,statue, memorial you have to tell a tale
Of twisted truths and travesties instead they often fail
For freedom is what's needed in the country you call home
Grow food instead of opium,and leave the people alone
You have the power in your hands to change what was past
Hurry please before it's too late you must do it fast
Do not start a war in which more people will die
Because your father and grandfather started it with a lie.
To banish my violent games
Is to banish your writing pens
I may fantasize in gunfire flames
As you've written of now and then's
I have killed a billion bytes and bits
You have made a billion many bored
But the bytes and bits are not life lists
And the pen is mightier than the sword
Actual time of occurrence is killed
Not the people of angry games or rhyme
Complete devastation when drinks are spilled
Satisfaction from both fulfilling time
Unlikeness of a poem I'll leave it be
Unlikeness of a game you leave it be
(I'm not sure if this is a true sonnet poem, I am not a poet, I just started getting into poetry (reading mostly)so I can enhance my ability to write lyrics to my music ... feel free to critique,this is my 1st poem I have ever attempted to write properly.. (Im gonna need all the help I can get ! )
What happens to those words we never say?
Many times words are left on tip of tongue
for some love is the hardest word to say
forgotten like thoughts and songs never sung
yet our minds remember it all so clear
instead of words we remained silent
as maturity grows erases fear
a few not said words may be violent
being able to speak truly a gift
words of kindness comes and goes straight from heart
a few kind words can give spirits a lift
and some words can tear someone’s heart apart
keep in mind actions speak louder than words
reach for those flowers instead of those swords