Best Epicnight Poems
Johnney Ringo a hard man a cowboy a clute
Leads Stallion and mares to the valley and bute
This white rearing beauty looms large on two legs
Call on a price who sells or who begs
Sweep down to the range between those two hills
The sage and scallion the lead horses fills
With dust cloud a trailing my eyes will blot out
The Stallion leads them a neigh and a shout
Circling round and a stamping of mare
The frenzied alure and the cowboys a scare
Calmness descends and the bust bowl is clean
The night air a twitching the crickets are mean
Saddle on ear and a belly of beans
pork from a can and the coffees a dream
Star light and shooting away to the east
a coyote calling for famine or feast.
A sleep by the night not a groan to be heard
A crack of the light from that thunderous bird
The horses stampede over dinner and plate
Grab all your stuff and run down to the gate
The cowboy a chase to corral once again
The blunder the bus and the saddle a bend
It's hard and its tough a work load to bare
He'd rather write this and just sit in my chair.
Late night slow jam listen,
Late night Facebook creepin,
I'm still up, and thinking.
I haven't seen you in a minute
And that beautiful smile I
haven't seen it.
You would of still been mine if I
pay attention.
If only I was ambition
And If I had listen.
You would of still been my
beautiful blessin.
Now your a big part of my life
that I'm missin.
Trying to forget you is my
mission.
But it's hard when your still in
my vision-Mario Perez
From reality
To fantasy
From boredom
To imaginative
Away goes my mind
To my fantasy wonderland
I dream of not the sugarplums
Or fairies and dragons
I dream of not just the ordinary
I dream of things out of reality
Far from things seen in life
I dream of my imagination
And of my creativity
I go into a sleep of where the world may end
I go into a sleep of what awaits for me
I go into a sleep of wonders
That some may not comprehend
My dreams may go from light to dark
From evil to good
Or sometimes it may be misunderstood
I could dream of flying far away
Or exploding the earth
Maybe even bringing the future
Back to present day
But this dream this particular night
Awaits one big mistake
A mistake one might not forget
That will haunt me for the rest of my life
I dream of a beautiful family
Of daisies and roses blossoming outside our home
I’m playing in the backyard
And the sound of the singing of birds fills my ears
I find a glowing rock
Green and old
Covered with an engraving untold
The sudden smell of Sheppard’s pie and crescent rolls fills my lungs
As I bury the rock under the sun
I run to the door
Wipe off my feet
And devour the savory treat
The night falls and I’m sleeping once more
A dream within a dream
I wake the next morning to find that everything’s dead
My family is dead
A deep deep sleep fills their head, soul, and body
I find the mayor and 5 people coming towards me
This cannot be good
They come up and say
What have you done?
I do not ask what I have for I know not
Then they say you buried the crystal stone under the sun
They ask each other what they shall do
Then they turn and say
We should kill you
Everything goes white
As white as the pale white snow in the mid of December
I awake in a cold sweat
As cold as the November night breeze
And find myself wondering
What does this mean?
Whether it be a nightmare
Or mid summer nights dream
For a second there
I wondered if my fantasies alive where about to go to a dead end