Best Go Down That Road Poems
And then she said to me,
“Just keep yourself in mind as well. That’s all I ask…”
And I felt the shards of pain in her soundless voice, though it was your grave’s soul speaking
I wanted to embrace her for that eternal kiss of advice,
Had I done so, I would never leave her side…
Still my dear, I must go, to see more of this world
To be there for my dear angel despairing
In our heartfelt goodbyes, you well know my mind and heart are with you
Love, I must be free now
There awaits an untouched land to gaze and walk upon
A new hand to touch and hold on to
A purpose for my words I hold fast
And please… please don’t say you have fallen for me!
For I am tragedy, chaos, a never-ending pit
Please don’t go down that road- think nothing of it!
As she pleads to me…
Don’t go…don’t go
I’ll miss you…I care for you…I love you…
And my eyes close in that frustrated pause of what may happen
Cringing at the thought of losing that warmth of your cling
I cannot bear to hurt you dearest one…
Yet I cannot bear to stay
Because if I turn once again to you,
I will never see the beauty beyond us both
And this, with your sacrificial tears, I simply cannot bear!
Do not say so loud that you love me,
I cannot bear to hear those words from your heavenly mouth
They both sooth me and perturb me
Can’t you see…why I must never let you have me?
In many of those excruciating pauses,
There were times that I begged for you to love me
Searching every detail out, every crack appearing on your trembling flesh
But when I saw the gaping hole that made up my closest friend,
When it finally sunk in that your heart was crying for me,
And me only,
I remember whispering to myself, though directed at your soul,
Love me when the light dims
Be selfless when you must let me go
I will write you poetry when I feel your heart sobbing
And the laughter we have long shared will kiss your thrones of despair
You will always be a deep, warm part of me
A heart so jovial in outer layers, but tender in its beautiful core
I will sweep my wings over you, dearest
Singing and dancing around bittersweet chords
For in between the rests of passion
There is vast beauty beyond us
“Keep yourself in mind as well”
Though your heart trembled from the pangs of unsaid truths,
That’s all you asked…
Oh noo' It has happened again.! I thought we had escaped the continual scene:
forever falling down, and ya know what people actually celebrate it..?
and we'd thought we were safe here) a place where you had sympathetic support,
ITS NO GOOD..! that's what it isn't..' at last here was a chance at last to get time to
create our own poems, after being famous for all this time..' and we never had the chance
of creating our own stuff..' at least when we were killed off out there it was only by the
cretins..! now it has happened here, its a spiritual thing, sob.' boo-hoo, I saw the
shadow though..! it was a pale one..and we felt a vindictive force, and then our whole
new world shattered.' I wonder how would some like it? you have been being pushed about since
1643, whoever did it must be a cold hearted and lonely person..' I remember reading
reading some lines somewhere about just such a writer, hmm..' and now I'm a ghost and its
all down to someone..! Dumpty...that is who I am now..And down in the dumps BUT I AM MAD
MAD MAD and determined..! I can get revenge, I shall snoop in on any soup mail & nasty remarks
and so on; I can do that because I am a ghost now..! we had such a hard life early on at
the abbey farm there was ole aunt Patricia she was strict always minding our p's & q's
for us always saying we didn't do enough, then after Dad left us 'I was hard' but I never wanted
to be lost and nasty like she was, oh she was a stickler for 'rules' pashaaaw...! never
changed her life though did they...? hmmm, what to do next.? I don't know though if I
really should go down that road, it would be a contradiction of all I have tried to live, by
even through that nasty war, right up to now I suppose..' look! if I became like that I would
probably be going around with a horrible hot anger inside me, it would be like a big heavy
stone where my heart should be..! Oh you know what I mean.! and what would I do next.?
after I track them down.. after, I DESTROY THEM UTTERLY))) what then old egg? I
don't know what to do I feel as if I am being 'almost coerced ' here.. and I've heard
about the other place..' its hot they say, with a big black iron round thing..' I don't think
I would like it there, Oh if only Humpty and Dumpty could be here together again..'
You were here for me, but then you left.
Took my heart and it was theft.
You promised me that you would love me forever.
I wish I was clever enough to not go down that road, ever.
You were the only one I trusted.
But now I am disgusted.You were my best friend; my only friend.
Pretending like nothing happened. Pretend.
All I need is someone to love me.
Now you are free.
I hope you're loving to your full potential.
Being happy is all that's essential.
I am heartbroken.
Your words will never be outspoken.
I will have to live with the pain.
Then I won't have anyone to blame.
Thank you for teaching me a lesson, I will never forget.
Now I have a better mindset.
One savior down.
A king to end all kings.
He's a healer but he can't fix us all.
So invent a disease.
This king brought to his knees.
He's our savior but he can't save us all.
We're all inherently sick.
We're made to feel worthless.
There's only one neat little trick.
We must open wide and worship.
I won't go down that road.
We're all superior.
Sometimes we get complacent.
Sometimes we feel inferior.
The first born king.
His throne is vacant.
The bells all ring.
We're not going to take it.
He'll step down and come back three days later.
That's what we call a miracle.
It's too bad none of it really happened.
You bet we can make it spherical.
It's true because our book says it's true. It's true because our book says it's true.
It's true because our book says it's true....
It wasn't till I learned to drive
That I could look forward to going on a family trip in the car.
With the spectre of car sickness always dogging me along the way
Waiting to appear at the most inopportune moments.
I remember once being sick over my brothers new suit before
We were even out the gate.
But as soon as I started driving my stomach underwent
A miraculous transformation.
And is now quite definitely cast in iron.
Even when I clean up other people's sick.
There is one trip I still dread
That no amount of driving will keep me from feeling
Sick in stomach and in mind.
It is a trip I never plan on taking
But somehow find myself on even when I know I will find no pleasure there.
Thankfully I now don't very often go down that road
And now when I do common sense prevails
Leading me back home quick smart.
As going on a guilt trip is just plain selfish,
With an accident waiting around every bend.
And no happy ending in sight.
the darkness hides
the minds which are wise
but filled with sadness
and they have been oppressed
they were treated like dirt
were dust is were we came from
now we treat each other like animals
when we are all like one another
this is unfair
to the dwellers in the dark
they should see the sunlight
and begin to walk
as they said before
treated unequally
this is life in the shadows
of the unequal society
we all went down the road
were no one wants to go
tears and shame
and all that you know
just see some other
deeper in dis spare
they lost their lives to
but other reason then you
some need to go down the road
to find their true self
while other go
cause something else happened
love lost
or lose of a love one
bullying mistreatment
maybe even worthless
as what they may think or understand
the shadows is a place to be
were no one can find you again
it is like the mist
at the cemetery
so grey and cloudy
it is hard to see in
when you in the beginning
but once you go deeper in
you see the true story
how some lost their love
in battles or in accident
or how some lost emotion
do to thing i cant stand
bullying racism
sexism parents
teacher at school
or just friend who dont like them
they all have fallen down a road of shadows
for they were once angles
now sadness broke their wings
they cant fly
or see the light
they are changed to the ground
with tears and lies
this is what lays in the shadows
now you dont need to go down that road.
In Me
The gray bird landed early morning, before coffee was done, cold greeting, functionary and efficient.
Our service done, friends are no more and others are damaged
No heroes here, just Joe’s with service done.
One foot here the other there, numb at heart.
Carousels of dreams circle round with no brass ring reward.
No path to tell the story, would you believe, who to tell.
To believe my tale, long and short, I think not.
Looking forward into black, no light to see, answer me.
Not wanting to move forward, only wanting to turn back - just one more time.
Numb at heart, spirits abound, not wanting to go down that road, stay straight, and walk the narrow.
Walking round, check here and check there, “Hay Bud ready to go home!”
Home, a distant land far off, a distant memory more than the others.
Safe, from Mr. Charlie dressed in black, my friend nor enemy to bother me.
Why me, why here, why now.
Step here, step there, a second more or less and I am no more.
Why me, why here, why now.
Push it back, straight and narrow, step forward into black.
My heart races with the first step, than the second and a third – not so hard after all.
Three suns passed since leaving the land close to down under.
Each day the task to defend or die, death was busy seven suns ago.
Another step away, another step into black, numb at heart afraid to call home.
Not long ago I looked around seeing nothing, now I see all and fright enters me.
Close the door, keep it secret, all in a day’s pay – tell no one the secrets abound.
Looking forward into black, no light to see, answer me – one step, than two….
Bag packed and ticket in hand, to the door i head...
one punch, two punch, three punch.. i hit the ground
prismatic black skies studed with diamonds surround me
as i stand in the middle of my fantasy heart, wearing the mos
beautiful pillow talk pink gown. coming towards me is my
dark princs, wearing the most dashing black suit with pink
accents. he takes my hand, spins me around and we dance in
each others arms for what seemed like forever and always.
his refl ection in my eyes, his in mine..feeling so safe
my bliss interupted by strange voices asking me if i know
where i am..
my eyes open and all i see is white...white walls, white
bed, blanket machines and a white chair in the corner being
occupied by a familiar face...
“you have changed your future”
“hi popee, how are you?”
“you’re going to be ok”
“i love you”
“i love you too popee”
i fade back to reality...doctors and nurses surrounding me..
“ms. sabo youre going to be just fi ne”
“can you tell me what you remember?”
“i remember, but would rather not go down that road right
now”
“well just rest and dont worry, the cuts and bruises will
heal with minimal scaring. you’ll be back to your normal self
in no time”
yeah right, normal...whatever that is. my eyes grow heavy
and i slowly drift away back to my fantasy heart. to the one
place where i feel safe. if only my fantasy heart were reality,
then maybe...just maybe..my heart wouldnt have felt such
pain...
derra...derra, its 7:30...time to get up
Up ahead was the tunnel,
Dark, unyielding.
Hollow like the cavity
That ate away at his heart.
They said he was prepared;
Ready, for battle,
Though deep inside,
He knew he was not.
Yet the voice still pushed him forward:
No breaks, only pressure.
Steady, but he felt
It get stronger each day.
Or, was he weaker?
Slowly eroding away.
Stones on the ocean floor,
Thrown around by the force.
Blinded, he felt,
As he walked into the darkness.
The path quickly fading
Leaving him lost, alone.
Should he be fine
Like they said?
He was different:
Strange, but
What if it was them
Who needed to change?
To let up, cut slack,
Relax the force.
By now, he was swallowed;
Shrouded in black,
Yet somehow the clouds
Had cleared from his mind.
The tunnel was cold, and in
That way it shook him.
So closing his eyes,
He turned back around.
Numbly, he went, down
The path he'd come in on,
Realizing now, what he
Should have for a while.
There was no point
In torturing himself
Just because others
Said it was so.
If he didn't have the desire
To go down that road,
Nobody could force him
And make him suffer.
As he approached the exit,
He squinted in the brightness,
The sunlight that hit him
Filling the cavity in his heart.
Freedom light
Now and Then I wonder about life, and about death.
And then I start to ponder, and then take a deep breath.
I wrap my arms around myself, my head falls to my chest.
I give myself a warm embrace and wish all of us the best.
For life is now, and only now, which is the only way to live.
The sun will shine on you somehow, if you take and if you give.
And when it does you'll know it, the person you become.
And when you do you'll love it, and now it's just begun.
So take it all and use it up, do what you want to do.
Go down that road to fill your cup and you'll discover, too,
that life is free, alive with light, calling out for you.
Your sun and sky, your land and sea, are only for you to move.
Man, Man, Man,
I want to purr every night,
hum like a bird.
Feel his warm commitment,
a man that loves,
he is not faint hearted.
A man that is brave,
sure of what he started.
Not scared of the future,
committed to stay,
sure of his desire,
unable to sway.
I want him here with me,
I want him today.
I'm in want of a lot now,
easy to disappoint.
I don't really care,
disappointments a good one,
it remembers to say,
"Don't go down that road - it's not the way!"
Disappointment can lead you the best way to go,
get it right next time,
you just never know!
Im sitting on my bed
Thinking in my head
That what we had was all A lie
thinking about I gave my all to a player
thinking bout why I didnt see the sign before
You know how bad I want you to hurt like you hurt me
but I will never wish this hurt on noone
because it dont feel good
I guess this is a good bye
and no more coming back
because you'll never change
and it will be no point
because you took my breath away
you took my soul away
you took the little love I had in my heart away
so now Im just a lost soul
looking for a new home
but Im not going to go down that road again
so thanks to you
Im lost and Im not coming back
Things aren't the way they used to be......its ...so so
hard to watch you go down that road......i kinda blame myself....set a good example ....or,so I've been told...i hope we learn this ...before we get to old
• When are we ever going to learn ..when is it going to turn..going down that same old bend .....hanging out with those same old friends.....hopefully you'll see the light and make everything right
Always waking up in a strange place ...never seeing one friendly face...they all ... wanna... see what you got..when all along they themselves got caught..in the same trap..and you finally see that....thats the day your going to say enough is enough and its time to get tough and its going to be rough..
When are we ever going to learn ...when is it going to turn..going down that same old Bend ....hanging out with pretend Friends.....hopefully this will end
I finally see what we were meant to be...being alive and free.....not a casualty of society
For some people it takes time.....for others all it takes is a couple of lines of wisdom.....where did all these devils toys come from
When are we going to learn....when is it going to turn...going down that same old bend ..hanging out with pretend friends
Nobody but your family and true friends have your best interests at heart.....so come jump on board and give sobriety a try......you never know how its going to feel until you start....start thinking with your heart...and I guarantee you start feeling so smart...and wonder why it took so long to see that this life is more than dollars and drama....and when did this start.....its never to late to get straight...seeing life with some clarity...now wouldn't that be great
Emotional
deflection
Feelings
departure
Mental
Diversion
Subconscious
Detours
Step out of reality
Step into unreality
Into an internal
Deviation from
Current citation
into the hearts irrationality
From the heads rationality
As a maladaptive means to an end
Never to go down that road again
The one that leads to needing you
They say if you post poems,
to put your name below 'em,
for praise or for blame
or just to show 'em...
that you had time to waste
on something so sans taste.
Not all of them are that way,
just this one here, for today.
This is not an Ode,
I didn't go down that road.
I have no story to tell,
I'm just ringing my bell.
But you know, I still had fun,
my thanks to all of you,
keep writing ... gotta run.