Best Artold Poems
if i do this same routine will i eventually get it right
change or justify my thinking
rationalsie away the blues
put away cynical abuses never was worth it
substitute the perfect circle of my own familiar patterns
of what i learned i can do
take a list of my skills
do what i am capable of
make a routine that serves me
eventually push the envelope and learn from different routines
familiar mistakes
Old mans winter soul
lost in the mail
someone wishing their way to go an a hot date
baby you wanna dance with me
promise you wont kiss and tell
never mind your no saint
you cant do it for me
ill do it for myself
myself
coldest dreams
silver shining
delightful canldle dreams finding fancy strings
soo deep
where do wee go now
crash and burn from the back seat
crash and burn
startt with what you know
keep it simple
go with the flow
easy does it
step by step
familiar successe along the road to treasures
of old man winter's soul
theres this one thing
the lost thing
the runaway train of lady luck got away
nobodys listening anyway
inbetween the confusion the ghost lingers to say
the hungery eyes of the wolf
is my love on a valentiners day
shameful waste of time
to ennable yourself today
and be someone else
and rise to a bigger challenge again
circles
walking in circles
of shadowboxing
dance routines of pushups
jumping jack flash back hit that
dance fore your life
yopu get yours ill get mine
a stamp to send it along the way
no energy to call it along the way
no place to go anyway
its all my fault for being born this way
im the one no one wantyed anyway
good rthing they sold me
to a better place
hope its cold when i get there
hell frozedn over
why they soo happy to see me
im old man winter
miserable
miserable old man winter
lost in the mail
miserable miserable old man winter
lost in the mail
Yesterday we sing again
the same routine to act out again
a new motto an age old cliche
just like today, how things are slightly different
but only till you catch onto the what or who or how
that made everything different
or do we care anyway
the art of the party
past present and future poeticly painted and framed
bought and sold on ebay
yet no one can see their own reflection
it might take some time
side by side
one mirror erases his mind
the other a vision to replace him with insides
The eye and the window to the soul
have you seen the eye
forgot who you were
and now live a lie?
or backwards logic
some old cliche
favorite act of the world
just different ways to play charades with prophecys were not allowed to say