Best Fixer Poems
I'm known as the fixer
The collector of broken dreams
Setting the pieces like a puzzle
I put gold between the seams
All your thoughts within my reach
I look deep within your mind
That's where the hopes and dreams hide
What I seek I'm sure to find
Dreams you thought impossible
Abandoned to yesterday
Come to life with a single thought
With a whisper I show the way
I truly am the fixer
The repairer of broken dreams
Setting the pieces like a puzzle
I put gold between the seams
You don't need to walk away
This dreaming's not a joke
If you choose to give up faith
Dreams will surely turn to smoke
When you're lost within lifes shadows
And you're feeling coloured blind
I'll open up the door a crack
So that light can flood your mind
Because I am the fixer
The repairer of broken dreams
I see your puzzle pieces
I put gold between the seams
Now you have possibilities
When you start you must follow through
Living your dreams is better
Just believe and they'll come true
I'll help you find the answers
Those gems hidden within your soul
You have an important part to play
It's time to take on your role
For you too are a fixer
A repairer of broken dreams
Setting the pieces like a puzzle
You put gold between the seams
Setting the pieces like a puzzle
You put gold between the seams
“The Fixer”
While clearing gutters of the autumn leaves
I was pushed by a wintery stiff breeze
Falling from ladder, by freak circumstance
Crumpling into flatness by haphazard chance
I felt a beer can directly under me
Memory of him, forever would be
For my Grandfather had tossed it there last
Discovering it flat, from days past
From bikes and cars, to rusty door nobs
As to how to fix their thing-a-ma-bobs
All would come for his consultations
For he was the fixer, of all contraptions
While others would tinker for hours into night
Grandfather would always have the divine light
Scarcely even did anyone ever say
That Grandpa needed more time than a day
He was a helper, a handyman, a friend
Sadly he died of his drink, come the end
The Fixer was called, summoned by song
He hears the plea and finishes his mead
He heads to the barn loads up the cart
Feeds the horses and calls to his wife
She readily makes a meal,to get thru the night
For he is the fixer, he fixes all things
An relentless skill, without any end
His lute In hand , a kiss on the cheek
Cloak wrapped around, I wont be more than a week
Sun setting and the wind starts to howl
The horse picks the pace and pulls out of town
Picking the lute with an old familiar sound
For he is the fixer, he fixes all things
A relentless skill, without any end
Lanterns are fixed in the such a way
The silky black horses can see like its day
Fast asleep the fixer dreams thru the night
The path recognized no need to guide
The first stop they make will be at daylight
For he is the fixer, he fixes all things
A relentless skill, without any end
As he reached the first town, tool in hand
He rides by the stone huts, families broken,and frowned
He picks the right notes and begins to sing
The hooves from the horse a nice melody
This town has been fixed,no time to waste
For he is the fixer , he fixes all things
A relentless skill, without any end
He been fixing these towns, of kinship and friends
And feels his days of fixing are nearing an end
As he ponders his mends on his way back home
Fast falling asleep, could anyone could fix ...Him
For He was the fixer, he fixed all things
A relentless skill, who has come to his end
Everyone’s got a problem
Responsibility falls on me to solve them
Becoming a weight not easily carried
A heavy feeling that I’ve since buried
When it should surface I become unstable
Punching the walls until my hands are un-able
Echoing claps of my fists hitting the wood
Resonating pain through my bones as I stood
So share all of your issues
I’m here to fix you
It’s just another skeleton in my closet
An endless drip from a leaky faucet.
Having lived in multiple ports
Comingling with people of various sorts
Living in luxury or existing in squalor
Coffers full or down to last dollar
In town after town one constant remained
Perhaps unnoticed to the eyes less trained
In areas it seemed that inherited blight
With hardly the cash to keep on a light
An Abode a stiff breeze from going aground
repairs needed in and out all around
To make up for all that it obviously ain't
thrown at it a few gallons of turquoise paint
This phenom becoming a growing trend
One really must wonder where will it end
So true paint can wield miraculous wonders
but it won't keep a lost cause from going under
A reflection of societal decline on the whole
Appearances above all the primary goal
white washed graves full of all that's impure
As we posture and decry and seek to assure
An in your face hue that belies the truth the
thinking have known since the days of their youth
Man his own steps proven he cannot navigate
Still we look to another and will till its too late
A self aggrandizing need to honor creation over creator
It's fact and not fodder for the latest talk show
Regardless of who's the debator
On foundational level this house of cards
Will not stand ever more
There is not enough garish paint in the world
To transform this pitiable pathetic eyesore
Written By: D. Collins 4/9/2018
The New York feds came in kicking in doors.
Frisking, then putting them down on the floor.
Snatching evidence and just about everything.
It just doesn't look good, from what I am seeing.
The "Fixer" got "Fixed" by the U.S. Attorney.
Trump quickly realized he may see a jury.
When did a raid become an "attack on the country?"
When will we learn where they hid the Russian money?
They both know what's coming. Some orange jumpsuits.
A date with "Big Bubba" and the widening of chutes.
The "Fixer" got "Fixed" so he will be no more.
And, Trump has now become a casualty of war.
O' woe, begone betwixt machine,
Breathe clowns galore this Halloween,
Lay tricks played game, device for fools,
Be sprockets, chains, and things learn I,
What need be fixed, of me, they vie,
Deny me naught borne bag of tools.
2019 October 21
I am a fixer; I know this of me.
I wish I could fix everything I see.
My dream is to have all the answers,
Along with defeating all cancers,
You see, I know, how I will die.
Only if fixed, I’d be able to deny,
My genealogy, one of old age,
The other is cancer, in a rage,
Everyone ends; their life somehow,
There is no way, we can disavow,
My one dream would be its’ end.
The disease that ended my friend,
I can almost, fix anything, that breaks,
My dream is to end, all that it takes.
Stroke Fixer
: for the loss of arm function etc
Visualize in eye of mind,
corroded wires, bad connection kind,
see em flowing from your brain,
hard to use, heat up the flame,
see a new wire in your head,
copper wires there instead,
see the corrosion go away,
copper wires are better hey,
see new wires a burning bright,
copper glowing in the night,
see the copper thicker still,
shut up Jack you’ll get your fill,
when everything is right,
imagination takes flight,
and it is stronger till,
everything is right,
So says the imbecile….
Don Johnson
Give the subconcous some mind pics to reinforce healing by visualizing change and it will,
If its your will, daffodil, arrange, instill, alright….