DON''T CRY OVER A REPLY
TO ALL YOU BORED BROADS
I consider myself a student of human nature
and 'tis all too true
i wonder what you women do
women precisely like you
it's as if you're whole life is a bad hair day
unwilling to experiment, to see what may be coming your way
you join the means to meet a man but keep the monitor ever black
well i say enjoy it while you still can, baby, because tight skin and a size two ain't never
coming back
you women slay me, especially women such as you and your ilk
politely sipping on Pinot Grigio but all crying over spilled milk
shoot, if you're waiting for a dove to whisper," He's Mr. Right," as a clue
hon, that dove broke through his cage years ago and much like life that lovely dove so
swiftly flew
~free cee!~
and yes, i do all the important things in my life as well as i write poetry, but there’s only
one thing i do better...MY DEAR, IN THIS YOU CAN trust
WHENEVER A DREAM DIES ALL
THAT REMAINS IS DREAM dust
~f!~
jesus tell me how a life so pure,
so sweet
could be ripped apart before it could start
a baby's life torn at the seams
do you know how this will haunt me,
how it will burden my innermost dreams
I feel life slipping from me aswell as I sink lower in this deep depression,
the bubble of air rises in my throat but the words I wish to say wont form,
why dare you take its life.
My child that was never to be born.
but even I as I lay here trying to accept what I know to be true
I can only be so human enough to beg,
to get on my knees and wish all the pain away,
to you oh my lord,
to pray...
On the day of new claimed values
Dawn was celebrated together
Abscond to a new life just to breathe
Gone are the days of your fair weather
Morning comes, life goes on
Warnings forgotten, party harder
Mourning a youth wasted in drinks
Adorning memories with placated ardor
Who will remember your remorse but you?
You regret for no absolute reason
To admit to yourself, nothing stays the same
True remains the thought throughout your seasons.
BUT THERE’S NO BRASS RING TO REACH FOR
You know what makes my life such a wondrous whirl?
Very little as far as I can think of
Yes, there’s been ladies, women and my first shapely little girl
But I wanted more than just a spiritual love
You know what makes my life a joy?
Nothing that comes to mind
I was ignored when I was a boy
while flames, tears, and disaster is all I’ve ever left behind
You know what makes my life like a carousel?
Nothing I can conjure or envision right now
I know the best amusement park I’ll ever see is hell
And on that Satan took an inflexible vow
No one said that life would be miles and many smiles
My purchase didn’t come with a warrantee
It’s time and tawdriness that hatred defiles
And the best thing about my life sure ain’t me
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
Standing on the bridge of immortality,
Looking down at the Realms unknown,
Disgusted at the people of Earth,
Seeing innocent lives being slaughtered for no reason,
The fury in my heart to see man taking life for granted ,
Has caused me to unleash my wrath,
To teach them a lesson that one must take life for granted ,
Abusing others out of greed and ignorance.
to be continued....
Standing on the bridge of immortality,
Looking down at the Realms unknown,
Disgusted at the people of Earth,
Seeing innocent lives being slaughtered for no reason,
The fury in my heart to see man taking life for granted ,
Has caused me to unleash my wrath,
To teach them a lesson that one must take life for granted ,
Abusing others out of greed and ignorance.
to be continued....
I COULD HAVE SWORN THE AUTHOR OF THIS POEM WAS PAST THE POINT OF CRYING
I’m trying to do something to stop from thinking only of you
But I suppose that’s the only thing a reverent lover can do
I’m staring into space trying to picture your face that always makes me smile
Being with you all the time isn’t time enough because you make time fly so fast
And what we required was a lover who could make us shed our past
I recall you picking a daisy for me and blowing off the delicate dew
While I envision you kneeling over for yellow flowers picked by the hand of graceful you
Then there were the strolls we’d take with your arm glued to mine
And we’d laugh at the same time over nothing because of a little too much wine
Then we’d head back to our bed in the apartment both of us shared
As I lay down next to you praising the lord of love for having made us paired
Our little cat whose name you chose jumped on the bed but I didn’t care
I’d just hold your silken hand and run my fingers through your ebony hair
My life with you made life the best life life could ever be
But alas you left before you could do all these things with me
© 2011…phreepoetree
I am so lonely
Waiting for my life to start
Staring at the ceiling
For hours each night
Not sure where I’m going
Or where I’ll end up
Haven’t slept in days
Damn that insomnia
But it gives me time to think
What am I going to do
About this disaster
The failure that defines me
Who is this person
Lying in my bed
Living in my house
Talking to my brother
Doing the things I used to love
Because it’s just not me
I am so lonely
Sitting alone in my room
Staring with hollow eyes
Into the glowing computer screen
In the pitch black
My own personal prison
I built it myself by hand
And as time went on
The walls grew taller and thicker
Sealing me inside
And I’ve forgotten where I put the key
Maybe someday I will break free
I assume that I have a greater purpose
Something much more grand
Than the life I’ve forced myself into
I’ve let the fight leave my life
Let the light leave my eyes
But I’ll get it back soon
And then I won’t be lonely anymore.
WHY CAN’T KITTENS MEW AND COO TOO
Does the dove coo because he’s free,
Or is he weeping only for me?
What am I going to do when boulders fall?
And as for doves those huge rocks will kill them all
Does your kitten mew because of you,
Or is he just meowing to express what he wants you to do?
Perhaps his purring is a sign as to why the doves weep
And in the kitty’s purr could be the secrets you keep
Well as for secrecy I can tell you one thing for sure
I am impractical, impotent, immature and impure
You yearn for your kitten to sit upon your lap and grant you peace
While I’m outside searching for dope to stop the chanting in my head that won’t
cease
Someone unknown to me chants psychically and somehow reaches me
Unfortunately his good advice on avarice and life never teaches me
So I stroll down a darkened street at midnight knowing a junkie’s life ain’t pretty
And whether strolling or stagnant while seeking solace I’m always thinking of you
and your little kitty
But when push finally comes to an addict’s shove
I wonder why the sky is no longer granted that dove
© 2011.…Poefree
WHY CAN’T KITTENS COO TOO
Does the dove coo because he’s free,
Or is he weeping only for me?
What am I going to do when boulders fall?
And as for doves those huge rocks will kill them all
Does your kitten mew because of you
Or is he just meowing to express what he wants you to do
Perhaps his purring is a sign as to why the doves weep
And in the kitty’s purr could be the secrets you keep
Well as for secrecy I can tell you one thing for sure
I am impractical, impotent, immature and impure
You yearn for your kitten to sit upon your lap and grant you peace
While I’m outside searching for dope to stop the chanting in my head that won’t cease
Someone unknown to me chants psychically and somehow reaches me
Unfortunately his good advice on avarice and life never teaches me
So I stroll down a darkened street at midnight knowing a junkie’s life ain’t pretty
And whether strolling or stagnant while seeking solace I’m always thinking of you and your little
kitty
But when push finally comes to an addict’s shove
I wonder why the above is no longer granted that dove
© 2011.…Poefree
Good morning to the morning drunk
Chirping birds, the flowers of life bloom
The day has begun, business ensues
Good morning to the morning drink
Breath as fresh as the morning skunk.
Last night’s slops swill in his belly
Regrets denied and placed aside
Get up to work- in a minute
The flowers of life continue to bloom
He hopes tonight returns real soon.
Good morning to the morning drunk
What of tomorrow? Too far away
First agenda face this day!
Business ensues without the booze
Until tonight; flowers close their petals.
I hate my life because its mine
I hate my life because I cant change it
I hate my life because I cant give it back
I dont want it, I dont lke it, I wish t wold go away
But it wont, it wants to stay, not to change
but to torture me until death.
I want to end it, to make myself gone but
I dont because Im a wimp and Im scared.
I hate myself because I cant change me
I hate myself because I cant give myself away
So Ill just have to keep on hating myself and my life
until I die.........
If the sun sets before I die, allow me to say that I am love
For if my heart could speak, you too would know of love
See you not, for my heart weeps and it's tears fun and fall still in my soul
I miss her so bad, she is my whole world, and I nothing without her
Her smile is the image that portrays my ultimate happiness to love her forever
And I cry for tomorrow and her are not promised to me
For as long as I breathe I lover her more and more each day
My God I beg you, take this cup from mine hand and allow me to make her happy
I cant do this without her, I love her with all that I am
In your image I love, and in your grace I can have her and guide her in this life
Please, take my life if I cant have her, for this life without her isnt life at all
So you have filtered all you have heard,
Then you shaded all that you had seen,
How are you ever going to learn?
All about what’s inside of me.
You have made your judgement,
Before I got to speak,
Looks may be deceiving,
Yet relying on rumours in life is so weak,
I always figured you were better,
To rise above the deception and the lies,
It’s just too bad that you took a step back,
When you should have moved forward and given life a try.
There’s little chance for romance,
I don’t see us in that light,
Sometimes you need to take a chance,
So life won’t pass you by,
One day you could be left lonely,
Sitting where you are,
Your words have turned transparent,
Yet you don’t even seem alarmed.
My watch now it seems broken,
Yet I can still tell you the time,
It’s time to look in the mirror,
See if you can read between those lines,
Life passes quickly,
There’s little time to waste,
I hope that you don’t wake up,
To find that your life has slipped away,
I can see you have no time for any tears,
Living in that self righteous pride,
Try living with an open heart,
For one day you could wake up being haunted by your own lies.
time flows by like rivers on a landscape
seen through billowed, diaphamous(?) drape
i see a side maybe the left
that borders watry cleft
if that is me, my life and times
why is it that i striveing still and ever climbs
to find a hill to see cross there
where i may never be, to know, why do i care
seeking to know more, more unhappy with my here
for that river, those drapes, those colors far yet dear
near...and yet forlornly far
the other side, that wish upon a star
to see, to see
across eternity
to see it all, this world of mine
and yet i find
looking beyond this little shore
up on this hill of grass and trees, life and more
i stand on shoulders i should hug
yet can't find it in me to shrug
it matters! it matters!
till those drapes are dusty tatters
and the room beyond hollow, empty, and alone
and the Gods dethroned and flown
this hill, and that, pallettes of angels mixed
that river, 'twixt
and i, a hill, high up, and yet quite low
will not see, as don't we all, that God before we go
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