Best Adventuremay Poems
As people get older they begin to evaluate their lives,
seeking to be a bit more sprite,
Keeping their edge by being more in tune
with the latest trends and booms,
Their appreciation of Art, Music and Life change,
They mix things up with avant garde and strange,
Even their families begin to think they are deranged,
Everyday living becomes more colorful,
because the quest for meaning becomes a handful,
Some may drive a shiny sportscar,
others may opt to bungee jump from afar,
The super adventurous may set sail on the
seven seas,
swimming with sharks in the middle east,
There is no limit to a middle aged person's
boundaries,
Their hunger for knowledge grows with
every milestone they experience,
Taking on international travel and war torn
territories,
They'd go to the artic for a dip,
showing up on the ice in their "skivies".
Vengeance is mine
Rhyme and reason in accord,
Vengeance is mine says the Lord,
Murder is not fine by the sword,
If there be, one Judgement’s season.
No other thought does make much sense,
Universal recompence,
A plan to virtually commence,
Vengeance is the reason.
Napolean slaughtered half of Europe,
Back in the eighteen hundreds, whence,
The French suffered two wars, since,
Had to cope,
For their earlier offence,
Vengeance.
Japan may go into the sea,
Chinese murder, blood ran free,
Slaughter foul in the Pacafic sea,
No nation escapes, just vengeance free,
Will vengeance be their Karma.
Where ere you look,
Order, man has took,
And everything is measured,
Mind like man, usually planned,
But God may show displeasure :(
Don Johnson 12-jul-11
If there is reason and consequences, in the creators eye, watch your bloody ps and qs, when you go bye n bye...:(
Talking With Papa
Tell your tale once more old man
While we sit here by the sea
Tell of hot sun and dreams lost to sharks
And places you longed to be
Speak of the crowds thrilled by the bulls
And the blood that darkened the ground
Speak of the bars and drinks shared with friends
While the maidens gathered around
Speak of the lions that roared out their challenge
And hot winds that blew so free
Tell of the scars crossing your cheeks
And confess how the scars came to be
In the afternoon we may speak of death
And for whom the bell tolls
We may speak of these things into the night
While the sea continues to roll
Care not what others may offer to say
They have lived a cowards dream
They know not what we speak of now
A life you lived so free