Best Go As You Please Poems
It's a fragrance, taste and sound
A cluster of childhood memories
The place where lost is found
And all these senses hit me
There will be many posers
I guarantee you will encounter
But long before it's over
The truth, you will discover
They say you can't go back
Technically you can and will
But in many ways, it's fact
Regarding how you feel
You call another by it's name
Come and go as you please
You must expect some things to change
When you make the choice to leave
My cloud is a drifty sort of cloud.
A kicked back, go-where-the-wind-blows, kind of cloud.
It’s an easy-going, shoes-off, feet-on-the-table, kind of a place.
If there were a door, it would be a revolving door.
First, because those are fun to play on, but also, because they’re always open:
come and go as you please.
That seems fitting for a place like my cloud.
Different ideas and perspectives are welcome.
On my cloud we debate for fun, and laugh together afterward.
My cloud has room for diverse perspectives and strongly held ideologies alike.
Don’t be afraid to disagree with me on my cloud.
But you need to know that on my cloud, I make the rules.
So let me lay them out for you:
You don’t get to come at me with false accusations.
You don’t get to impugn my integrity and tell me I’ve been dishonest.
You don’t get to make assumptions born of cynicism or insecurity.
I won’t tolerate THAT tone…you know the one.
The one that denotes absolutes
and leaves no room for anything else.
The one that says, “guilty until proven innocent…
with no chance to argue innocence.”
Don’t forget yourself, this is my cloud.
And these are the rules.
My cloud is a drifty sort of cloud.
A kicked back, go-where-the-wind-blows, kind of place.
But violate the rules and come after me on my own cloud,
and it will be a storm cloud:
a looming, block-out-the-sun, end-of-days, sort of place.
When my cloud darkens, you will not be invited to leave.
There will be no, “Hey you, get off my cloud.”
You will simply be thrown off without decorum.
It will be a hard shove, head-first through a revolving door.
It will be a much longer fall from my cloud
than from the saddle of your own holy high-horse.
But here's the silver-lining:
when you splatter below
there will be torrents of rain to cleanse my world of your stain.
You will be invisible in the blinding lightning
and mute in the deafening thunder.
You will be nothing.
So if you’re too weak to tolerate discussion,
if your only move is ad-hominem,
then take this advice:
find a different cloud.
This is my cloud.
06/05/15
A feeling never felt
a time within itself
what shall i do
while I’m feeling these blues
ever since you told me your news
Do you see my tears
Do you hear my cries
Do you feel what I feel
down inside
Because you’re the reason why
I lay awake at night
wondering what tomorrow brings
and how you’ll hold me tight
cuz it’s just right
to be here with you (tonight)
Holding me tight your hand in mine,
trying to find a piece of mind
Your lips against my lips
a sweet surrendered kiss
within the light mist
what a pleasant gift
until the fire died
within his eyes
cuz it’s alright
If you feel this too
And it’s alright
if you miss me too
Because you have my hearts key
so come and go as you please
But do you see my tears
do you hear my cries
do you feel what I feel
every single night
Because you’re the reason why
I lay awake tonight
wondering what tomorrow brings
and if you’ll stop on by
Off to a world where the warm winds blow,
Where I will stay for a long while,
And start taking life slow.
A good welcome to the change of pace,
With every new day and every new age,
It's a great destination and no one knows my face.
Living the dream as some might say,
Knowing where I am going,
I will welcome each brand new day.
Losing myself and all the new styles,
Forgetting what was past,
I'll think about the others who won't travel the miles.
There must be a reason for such an intention,
Not caring about the future,
Life will carry on as it has, but without contention.
Come or go as you please or may,
We will only cause great memories,
You will not offend me if you choose not to stay.
The experiences that can and will be shared,
Can you see this new world as I do?
Where the is no sorrow, or any worry to be cared.
But in the life that I promised to surrender,
Friends and foes will live on in peace,
It's because of every one of you that I will remember.
For I am confident in what I have found,
There won't be a single problem,
I'm right here, and it's as good as it sounds.
Paul Walmsley
Some may say I'm lonely - but they don't have a clue.
I have the best friend there could possibly be.
I may not be able to see him, but why should that matter?
I know that I can trust him - he won't tell a soul.
Not like "real people" who lie, cheat and snitch on you.
My friend may be nameless, but he is always here for me.
Not like you.
You come and go as you please; you hurt me and betray me.
You say "I'm just a phone call away."
Yet when I call, you never pick up.
He is always there - just a thought away;
He never lies;
Never cheats;
Never snitches.
Do you honestly blame me for having "trust issues"?
Well, that's your problem.
Having to forget you is a misconception.
I understand that things happen and these things we often have no control over.
Consequence.
Watching the boat leave it's pier is one of the most beautiful things.
My honest opinion.
The beginning of new experience.
The sensation of watching the odds disperse wave after wave.
Love happens.
It hurts a bit.
Being gone so long.
Docking other places, under different lights.
Finding that every city has a different sound.
A different smell.
It hurts knowing that you've docked somewhere new.
The same flow of emotion parted by the hull of your coming.
A new home.
A new place to rest your fears.
It takes courage to open up.
Thick ropes tied in knots.
An ever changing world.
More advances made in the world of travel.
How we get from point A to B.
It doesn't mean that I don't miss you.
Leaving my rope on the dock of the harbor.
Free to come and go as you please.
Having to watch my boat sail away.
The chance of knowing you may never return.
The same intimacy we shared given to someone else.
It's the same understanding that hurts tenfold.
Knowing these changes must be made in order to progress.
Going out on the town to find myself back here waiting for your return.
Relating to the tears of the ocean.
A new experience we both separately share.
The nights spent alone in wait.
The pier lined up with different ships and boats.
None of which are never you.
It's impossible not to miss you.
Holding on to your beauty, grace.
Waiting for my ship to return.
Knowing that it will never happen
Don’t make promises
It’s easier for you
No verbal dotted line
Come and go as you please
Can’t say a single word
Have no grounds too
You’re so smart, so very smart
But with it
So emotionless
No wonder we float
Like we do- detached
Away we move
Till moments of gravity
Slam us back together
We try very hard to form into one
But us
Stubborn like rocks
We start to crumble
After all this
It becomes harder
To find what we were
Very different from before
No familiar pieces
Only familiar faces
You come and go as you please
Knowing it pleases me not.
Floating in, your ambiance
Makes the situation rot.
Your past orders for me
To self destruct still work
And I stand here crying for
An end to this feeling of Berzerk.
You broke me in two
No, you shattered me in triumph
So many pieces and I just
See no compliance.
You want things to go
Your way this time
Like you deserve a voice
You don’t, you stepped out of line.
You come in and take and take
Leaving nothing but scraps
What ever became of the wake
Where she was torn, you, laid back?
You seized a moment
To brazenly grapple with talent
Of keeping a family together
Laughing at the dead parent.
You drifted from them
Because you wanted life
On your terms only
Ignoring your abuse, my gripe.
Now I have past orders
From you to lash out
When you’re around
To create in them, doubt.
Never did they see this
Coming the way that it has
I would rather kiss a snake
Thank to be known as
The drifter’s family.
Sympatico dreaming
I wonder do you keep the stars
Awake at night
While dancing in the shadows
By moonlight
Seducing the wind
With sensuous rhythms
To help keep you
in flight
The sound of your breathing
Covers the air in whispers
Changing
Water into wetness
With
Fluid dreams of
Your hidden desires
Coming down like
Thunder and lighting
While flying through the air
In the pouring rain
Wearing your halo on
backwards
Sliding under the cover
Of darkness
Nimble fingers like
The wings of a feather
Drawing circles around
The psyche that leaves a
Train of thought back
To you
I wonder do you keep the stars
Awake at night
Dancing in the shadows
By moonlight
Peeking in on other
Realms in existence
Free falling like you
Mastered
Quantum physics
The ability to come and
Go as you please
Stardusted memories
Not founded in reality
But held captive and
Suspended
weightless
Floating on
Dreams and sympathy
Only to face the morning
And nothing is as it seems
Just a vague sense of you
Flying with wings
I wonder do you keep
The stars awake at night
While dancing in the
Shadows
By moonlight
I wonder and ponder what will the thousand-year reign look like?
The saints from the great gathering /harvest of souls will be there.
The saints that come out of the great tribulation will be there.
All the saints will be there all dressed in white what a wonderful sight.
I am no bible scholar but it seems to me all saints are safely in the Lord's care.
Will you be one of the saints safely in His care?
Some on earth, some in Heaven but all safely in his care.
Not sure but it seems you will be able to come and go as you please.
From earth to Heaven and back again.
I think or so it seems to me.
Living, loving, and worshipping with our Lord we will be.
Seemingly we will have work to do and not always just standing at ease.
Your work is not just randomly given but purposely given.
Seemingly based on a reward system according to what you did on earth.
If you did much for Christ great is your reward in Heaven.
If little was done on earth than don't expect much of a reward in Heaven.
An account of your life will be given at this time.
This is where rewards and jobs are given.
Some saints may even get to judge the nations.
This time will be filled with peace and bliss.
It's truly something I don't want to miss.
I imagine that food and drink will be plenty.
Tables and tables draped with white liens.
More food than you have seen in your life and with great variety.
I imagine that there will be no night there.
I imagine that his glory and light will be felt and seen everywhere.
I imagine much celebrating will be going on there.
Each person will get to greet and talk with Jesus or at least that's what I imagine.
We will sing a new song of victory and triumph for and about our Lord Jesus.
Jesus will give his speech and welcome giving congratulations to all.
Jesus will walk and talk with each of us as we work, worship, and play each day.
Oh, how I wonder and ponder about that great day and what it will be like?
Will you be there?
First, have faith
It can move things
Seen and unseen.
Second, don't fear
Don't discourage
Go as you please.
Third, thanks and praise
God heavenly
Him alone be.
Fourth, forgive sin
Those you have sin
Those who sin you.
Fifth, give your tithes
Plus offering
You will be blessed.
I want to be more
More than screams of pleasure
Than naked skin against yours
Than the feeling of our muscles being sore
Yes, I want to be more
I don’t want to be just
A body that’s made for giving joy
Just a come and go as you please, but leave after you do
An empty vessel good for lust
No, I don’t want to be just
It’s not that
I don’t like the tingles that you give
Or that I’m prude or ashamed
I even like to get undressed
It’s definitely not that
I want to be really naked with you
Naked, as the truths we will tell
As the glimpses I get to catch
As the bare hands holding your heart
I want to be naked with you
Do you want it too?