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Jerry Golden Poem
How far can you fall and get back up
How high can you jump
And keep your feet in the sand
To touch grace and fall from within
Next to you I was out of my skin
I missed you yesterday and you leave tomorrow
A life spent in the shadows of lushly tint
Smoke your waves
Exhale the freshness of your menthol scent
Home is what you call shelters that need no defense
I’ll send
You’ll say goodbye
I’ll send again
You won’t reply
If love
Is the appreciation of another’s existence
Then goodbye
Is the anticipation of seeing you again
You and I, we’ll cruise the shores
Together we’ll settle with the wind
The joy of a small hut, a lovers den
You’ll send
I’ll wonder why
You’ll send again
I will not reply
"our songs for sale"
Copyright © Jerry Golden | Year Posted 2009
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Jerry Golden Poem
Maybe it’s unacceptable
Live a life capable of a true fable
True friends never end
But take you back to where it all began
But hey misery gave us something to believe in
Stress became a greater award as we achieved sin
What could I say? Our savior died on a cross tough as pig skin
Never once cried over the loss
Forbidden fruit, Eden garden
Excuse me, my lord, I beg your pardon
And so what if these medics carry life in a carton
But I ain’t trippin
Simply because this is me until my dying day
Please stop crying, you know I can’t stay
I’m going to be the same until my dying day
Over in that casket is where I’m trying to lay
That’s right until my dying day
True lost souls from the dark side
Forever, we as mortals ride
Peace is nothing, I fend for quiet time
Rebels in riot lines
Previous high school graduates
Symbols of an adjective running toward fate
True personality suffer the privilege of inmates
How could you hesitate to ask
There’s no stranger under this mask
Lonely and unholy, who’s there to console me?
I want to get away, forever restless
You can see my similarities with the ocean
I’m stress less
Because this is me until my dying day
Please stop crying, you know I can’t stay
I’m going to be the same until my dying day
Over in that casket is where I’m trying to lay
My son, my friend
We are but pieces of eternity
Mesh on, mesh off
Even at our best times we’re soft
Who’s to say I’d regret my decision
To lead a sinners life without God’s supervision
On a one man mission
And I know I don’t come around much
Got my palms in reality
Searching for something softer to touch
Whisper in my ear, death makes me blush
And Hell only flatters me
One and one, through matter the winds scatter me
I ain’t trippin, baby girl get off your knees
You’re in the arms of a future me
And I can’t see heaven from a distance
Fire me over clouds like a piston
Marching through blood
But it’s all mud and water to Darkhouse
Stand still let me mark my spouse
Live my life as an outcast
How could you even picture me at my last?
Dear lord show some mercy on my followers
Bless those that swallow dust to follow us
No need to borrow sympathy
Unforgiving sorrow made my enemies envy me
Copyright © Jerry Golden | Year Posted 2006
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Jerry Golden Poem
For my days fall away
But I remember you
I want to touch the memories
I just don’t know what to say
As my days fall away
I vaguely remember the chicken pox
Colored popcorn
And my first grade made
Robotic cereal box
The hen and the fox
I remember wanting a fire truck one Christmas
The marble red paint
The glass window in which it stained
I remember my foster mom saying it’s this one or nothing
I remember being too stubborn to accept the smaller version
Its these memories I daunt
It’s these reflections that constantly haunt
These were the highlights of my life
These were the only happy moments I knew
Yet I left them, moments so few
I remember where the wild things are
I remember marshmallow peanuts
Trick or treating and roasted pumpkin seeds
I remember visitation days
The beach-less sand the way we as children once played
I remember the door that never closed
Mexican casserole and never getting enough
Being afraid to swim
Yet finding my way to the roof of the house
With no way of getting down
I remember my first field trip
The dinosaurs and wanting to be an astronaut
I remember my San Francisco 49ers jersey
Number eighty, jerry rice my favorite player
Now days I tend to only clash with the mayor
It seems that images follow a window of time
And after it’s exhausted
We summon them our memories
Copyright © Jerry Golden | Year Posted 2009
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Jerry Golden Poem
I once was your Armageddon, your mystic legend
Times we argued, realized it was foolish and grinned
Times we laughed, time is a luxury we do not have
Let us old hands old man
The lady beside you, she sang a beautiful tune
The things we don’t want to lose
The loved ones we hate, similar to the above sons mate
The people we want to please
Those we set a perfect yet fragile image
Only to be later ceased
Precious moments we so desperately want to keep
Shh! You speak as though you’re never coming back
But I will not return, best wishes, Ur angel of sadness
I’m a survivor
I work miracles, I was yours
I was everything and nothing anyone would care for
I am still your Armageddon, your mystic legend
My objectives to make you laugh, smile, and mourn
Your rapture, warriors of eternity, a child lost and torn
Mission suffered massive failure
Let us hold hands this final hour
For your misery is ours
You can say you loved him
You can say you placed no other above him
Despite how it sounds
The individual will everyone around him
Is the loneliest person around
In memory of those whom titled him “Angel of Sadness”
Copyright © Jerry Golden | Year Posted 2007
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Jerry Golden Poem
I wish i could step into you
and from your eyes view me
And see what it is
you want me to change
without you
i'm sitting solitarie in the rain
it's just not the same as
living inside your pain
I wish that i could close my eyes
And open yours upon rested thoughts
Categories ands fun puzzles
Wind, fog and cigarrette smoke
A cure for all the names
Cancer and turberculosis wrote
I wish that you lay across my lap
skimming the "funnies"
Doodling and whispering
"I love you hunnie"
Licking peach cobler from your fingers
And gasping like a broadway singer
with too many rainy days to remember
Copyright © Jerry Golden | Year Posted 2010
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Jerry Golden Poem
this morning is falling
burning into a sunset
an autumn decision
you and I
will never forget
joy by day
paris by night
i'm there
love by the hour
Paris is ours
evening breeds new life
a moment of twilight
a horizon of heavenly means
I love you
like life loves itself
joy by day
paris by night
yes dear i'm there
love me by the hour
and paris is ours
i'm down too often
like a child
awaiting his scars to soften
hopelessly
a pedestrian walking
a way from traffic
it could happen, indefinitely
i'll take paris by day
and love by night
i was there long enough
to love you by day
and surrender by nightfall
"there is joy by day if you can take paris by nightfall"
Copyright © Jerry Golden | Year Posted 2011
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Jerry Golden Poem
Just to breathe again
be granted one more sin
Just to breathe again,
borrow the sorrow of suffering men!
Just to breathe again!
Violence flows in my lyrics,
But you get touched everytime you hear it!
Speak on the heaviest topics
and nolonger you fear it,
to live and die again,
where does the afterlife begin
Leave my philosophy.
Knowledge accelerates into new velocity.
Parental advisory, explicit content.
New situations invent.
The place to be,
look for heaven you see!
Running with a vengence,
write a complex sentence
Drop a jewel, show lyrical fuel,
creative activities, look at all the posibilities.
Add ten cents to my pocket and i give,
Sad hints, howlong do you expect to live?
Copyright © Jerry Golden | Year Posted 2006
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Jerry Golden Poem
Looks like a lonely smile, just maybe a only child
As my days go by, as my hour’s blossom
At times in this open space I’d rather play possum
In your presence my glass is full
Half and hour later your past in nearly consumed
Like concrete my emotions extract and expand
And when I’ve become more that we could bear
My life lead contract is what you demand
Looks like a lonely child, and could be the only smile
Perhaps we could throw time into reverse
Relax and undermine this unforgiving curse
If nothing at all seems any worse
Then we shouldn’t be privileged to hurt
Life, lice, more of timely disease
A worrier finally at ease
An escape requires the keys to theses haunted seas
The only pleasure that taunted me
Looks like a lonely smile, just maybe an only child
Should this daylight torment or burn my eyes
Would you pay to see my lessons learned through lies?
Should this carpet decide not to warm my feet
Then I shall prepare to watch my health swarm in defeat
Copyright © Jerry Golden | Year Posted 2008
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Jerry Golden Poem
color pickets
match the days away
when hours fade
there's no feel left to persuade
you know more than me
that you do
But i know who it is
beneath the scars
the fancy lights
the impervious dark
no matter what your poetry says
it's undone
and your songs will sing themselves
unfinished
until they become desperate enough
to turn to vinyl plagues
and if you were to feel contagious
i guess i could move you along
and if you were to feel contagious
I guess i could shoot you a call
no sense in wishing
what you cannot say
i kiss you well
curse me
your days of hell
to see your thoughts unshelved
is a catalog i've wanted less
sidewalks and broken bones
unskin your knees
the little fees
that bring about such doubt
color pickets
match the days away
i'm holding on to
all i've ever known
little thoughts of you
incase you move along
and if you were to feel contagious
i guess i could move you along
and if you were to feel contagious
I guess i could shoot you a call
move along now
move along
"you see the chalk, I see the paintings along the way"
Copyright © Jerry Golden | Year Posted 2011
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Jerry Golden Poem
paper hearts can never foil
the obvious from happening
you speak of despair
like you come
from a place of happiness
you fuel me
like the water liquor burns
we move
like the fire of hearts
young and torn
after all you're left for dead
you better off coming off your meds
the sweetest thing you said to me
is actions speak louder than words
i'm no longer yours to forgive or forget
living like cliches
the secret is to forgive and forget
counting down the days
the minutes you mark
i'll be here when the hours are dark
roaming like children
screaming of riddles in the park
easy like noah never parked his ark
gritty like paper hearts
we never fold
the sweetest thing i was ever told
"actions speak louder then words"
after all you're left for dead
you better off coming off your meds
the sweetest thing you said to me
is actions speak louder than words
i'm no longer yours
to forgive & forget
i'm no longer yours
to live with regret
Copyright © Jerry Golden | Year Posted 2014
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