Best Recovery From...Song Poems
I found something of yours you left behind:
Something I did not expect to find.
The sudden surge of memories
Shocked me so hard I couldn't breathe—
It almost knocked me to my knees.
My whole world came undone.
I found something of yours you left behind:
Something that you wore when you were mine.
You wore it with your wedding gown,
Like a tiara or a crown.
It turned my world all upside down.
You always were “the one”.
I found something of yours you left behind:
Something that my love for you enshrined.
I found it hidden from the light,
That thing you used to wear at night.
That came down when I held you tight,
Back when we were one.
I found something of yours you left behind,
Something that I never wished to find—
'Cause there's no going back, you see,
To times when you were here with me.
You left a painful void in me;
But still life must go on.
I think of what you left behind
And then it came to me:
The saddest thing you left behind
Turned out to be me.
(Chorus )
I thought I'd gotten over you;
But I was wrong, you see.
You don't get over love that's true,
Nor what was meant to be.
Once Upon A Dream
We dream of our life,ones we thought were intertwined
by fate,by destiny,by our past.
Now on theses day we don't speak for
we've forgotten what we shared.
What we lost split us apart for I fell into darkness
as you fell into light.
We reached for each other but to far to meet.
As we both fell,we both forgot.
Now we can't reach,we can't speak,we can't breathe.
To ignorant to realize what happen and fell for
what took us away.Our dream
our lives,and our reality.They were all childhood
dreams now so ever
forgotten not even time can replace.
What it meant to see,no more screaming,
no more tears.Close you eyes as we
hand and hand in our one minded dream.
If I could kill myself and do it over again
I waited until the end of the world to open your gift
Thanks for handing me hell
I’ll do what I can
As my songs begin to fade
I wonder what could have been
As I lie within an eastern wind
I wonder if I’ll ever see peace again
Plantations were once gardens
Speeches were the premonitions of decaying martyr s
I miss peace and I’ve never rested eyes on her
So thanks for handing me hell
I love her because she’s untouched and pure
Poetry equals the souls of men spoken
Hell raised me so I’m a product broken
Abide by my emergence
This is the last breath of a merchant
When sadness finds others
You’re reminded of the virtues in what you have left
I went numb when I learned to pray
Don’t you miss what could have been
I saw angels falling from the sun
Knowing is everything but I don’t want to know
Try not to take things too far
They’ll never let you go
I waited until the end of the world to open your gift
Don’t you miss what could’ve been
Thanks for handing me hell
If I could kill myself and do it over again
I got worries on my mind,
And the blues weigh down my soul,
I got worries on my mind,
And the blues weigh down my soul,
Gonna chase those blues away,
Try to make myself feel whole.
Gonna forget my troubles
And hold my head high
Shrug off my demons,
The Lord knows that I’ll try,
The blues is heavy,
And it’s weighing down my soul,
I'm gonna count all my blessings,
‘Til they overflow my bowl.
I got my friends,
I know love without end,
My babe, he stands by me,
And on that I depend,
The blues is heavy,
And it’s weighing down my soul,
But when life feels harder,
I know I’m still in control.
Well I tried lightnin' up
When the blues pulls me down
Tried lightning up
When the blues pulls me down
It’s hard to feel blue,
When good things are all around!
It's a left at the gas station where the body bags were being piled up.
Then an immediate right behind the home style cooking restaurant where the lady was shot.
Pass the abortion clinic on your right.
Continue past the abandoned psych ward to your left.
Then,
When you see the church the size of a mall,
My corner is across the street.
His words were such inspiration
Handed to me on a double-bladed tongue.
It brought the sense of what I was before I let myself be changed.
From left brain to the drug game
Those times were all stepping stones that buried me under the hole
The demons from my past keep sending me the love they have for me
These things, they relate to demons
They relate to my demons
They are my demons
I wish someone knew what I was saying
I wish someone wanted to watch the storm with me
I wish I was not the only one
(that's three, it's over)
I am a child of this broken generation.
An era where the leaders are the main concentration focused upon all of these
negative allegations.
I speak on behalf of the youth of our nation when I say that we the people, are the
on creation.
The one race that's the continuous face of the repetitive disgrace the keeps building
on the path of destruction.
The path of corruption fueled by child abduction, negative seduction, poverty, greed,
complete chaos.
A world where the desperate bleed.
A famous man said he had a dream.
Made the biggest change the world has ever seen.
And how do we repay?
We were supposed to be heading a good way.
Why has the world become so dark?
Why have we as the people become the dot under a question mark.
I just want to know, why?
Everywhere, everyday, every other hour,
we question such things as the beauty of a flower.
Why do issues in life try to keep us in the dark?
I ask, can we have a new start?
Or do we continue living in this world full of terror, hatred, preparing for a cataclysm
that we created.
Where is the love? Why is there hate?
Going at this rate, do you think its too late?
Can we make a change that will range from one age to the next?
A change that will correct hundreds of years of disrespect?
Look at life from a different aspect.
But I just want to know, how?
How were kept in the dark.
Stuck inside our mind is the power of a question mark.
Listen: I rate this "R" for Real.
Real for people who have no meals.
Real for people who can't see clear.
Real for those who are no longer here.
Listen to the real that's in this art.
Give this praise, hope for those in the dark.
May this become the spark that saves us from this world ran by question marks.
When the mourning dove cries
I open my eyes
to everything I feel
and what I see is real
It's all before me now
the fears and anguish repressed
I've got to get through it somehow
I keep remembering the horror
thinking I might feel more sorrow
Mourning dove sing your song of anguish
Mockingbird sing your song of praise
Dove keep singing your song of sorrow
You've got to face it and deal with the pain
I believe in love,
Not in you
You've hurt a lot of people
That's something no superhero would do
Wimpy attempts prove one thing
You're desire for my love has no honesty
Did your time
Escaped your grind
Whatever is left behind
A toy maker can fix and polish to shine
riding on a cloud of evil
surfing the whirlwinds of disaster
i think you ought to know
I'm running on E
come and bury me
lily pads
fingertips
peace at last
we children
of deceitful past
we greet the hours
as our last
hidden behind
a fabricated past
i was five
on a sleeping pad
riding on a cloud of evil
surfing the whirlwinds of disaster
i think you ought to know
i'm running on E
come and bury me
math was a problem
i rarely laughed
when to be sincere
meant to become entrapped
we were once as you
a figment of truth
awaiting filth
guilt came equally
as the fever was intangible
"smoke will rise
intentions will fall
the pains intense
but for all that you have done to me
i feel i must repay you
if i can not have peace
no one will"
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The jazz men of Grand Central Terminal
Gathered on the dirty edge of Park Avenue
Wearing the green-white guayaberas and some honeymoon sombreros.
Suddenly we have been interrupted at the last minutes our jokes
Because an old scholar of ours has asked to do so;
He wishes to sing a song he has written 90 years ago!
For a while we stood there watching his face.
The small eyes not even the shadow of a failure.
As far as I could see it he was right.
We're no longer young anymore!
But they shake their heads. "This our last chance
And you aren't sure what it was. The line of Living
And the line of being dead." As they're gazing over the bush land
With my old blue guitar who's gazing the Speaker
With whom they came to raise a question from a past with the tune
Of "Green Bridge where I go to die
Either I'll cry or flame myself by rage!"
Even as now I talk, in shake hands too, they do not listen.
And now and then, I see the reason, the handsome gull is growing
Old too but not the fight their own
And his voice was still sharp. Oh what a song!
Moment by moment, I look at him. Look strong,
Following each word well under the cloudless heart of ours.
"Who is singing the Guantanamera's song in English?"
Rise, manhood, for full grace, with fire in his eyes
Once were waved with age-tears. "I am, with the birds!"
He gazes at us, fascinated. Making a sound, when,
just as we are ready to explain this is not for him,
he turns back. Since we try to understand what happen,
I can see him walking away to 42nd Street, untouchable
by the wind. While us, like a group of kids
We are still playing on the mug.
From beyond my door way
Flying from California to New Jersey
Forgiveness is like a scar
When memories
Just won’t tell you who you are
These are the symptoms
That you don’t want to find
When everyone you know
Is away from touch
Now how am I to face the day
She says this won’t cure the end
But if you’ve made it back to where you are
Then turn around you’ve gone too far
She keeps calling
Just when I think that I can go on
Sometimes you just can’t say no
Sometimes it’s even harder
Just to nod your head
Some of the things we do
Won’t cure the end
And some things you don’t need
Until it’s over
Now how am I to face today
She says this won’t cure your end
But if you’ve made it back to where you are
Then turn around you’ve gone too far
Verse 1
My anger is sulking and silent
as your harm ruminates
heightening by your sharp intent
the fruit by which concentrates
it hurt me that you try to hurt me
and your forward seeds more than your book
my perception reads your avidity
the look takes more than what it took
Chorus:
I need to see you heal me
So, I get passed what's done
then I can forgive, and live and be
and warm down from the run
Verse 2
you tried to break the bone to fix the break
one more fracture doubles the pain
can't discern your motive thru the ache
trauma often impairs from the strain
you know its your fault I know fear
and you enjoyed how you casted the dark
I saw the look in their eyes perfectly clear
now a path of dread left to embark
Chorus:
I need to see you heal me
So I get passed whats done
then I can forgive and live and be
and warm down from the run
Reprise:
you need to know fear to overcome it
purpose needs to feel a burn to know it kills
agony pushes us us to the limit
to overcome survival develops skills
Verse 3:
Yes I know but it really hurt
the remains the painfull reminder
your covert mission was really overt
its time you be a little kinder
Don't worry I forget that I forget
I forget that I forget
I forget that I forget
If I told you I'm sorry
Would you forgive me
More than once I know
I've put you through some hell
Its apparent that you can't leave
Or walk out on me, but its plain to see
Dear liver
I didn't do this on my own
There's been broken hearts
College bars
A dirt road romance that hit me real hard
And yes you can't forget all those slow George Jones songs
I've seen blues eye cry in the rain
Woken up to numbness and right side pain
Dear liver
I didn't do this on my own
Jim and Jack both helped me
Instill some pain on you
I tried to say no, but the Turkey
Won out a time or two
If I'd known what I couldn't see
How my bad decisions would come back to haunt me
Dear liver, please know
I didn't do this on my own
There's been broken hearts
College bars
A dirt road romance that hit me real hard
And yes you can't forget, all those slow George Jones songs
I've seen blues eye cry in the rain
Woken up to numbness and right side pain
Dear liver
I didn't do this on my own
I tried to fight my demons
And it came at our expense
I only wish I'd had a little less hurt
And a lot more common sense
Please don't leave me now I need you
And I hope my case has shown
Dear liver
I didn't do this on my own
Dear liver
I didn't do this on my own
The piano screams my name
No body knows my pain
Out on a stormy day
What else does your story say
As we exist
through a code of known morals
Who can strip
the back of a snake corralled
Pleasantly awaken common sense
and flaunt it plural
Ruminants
of an area less than rural
Drip-lets let you know something’s fallen
I wish but then a gain
A wish is an incomplete thought
A decision is contemplation completed
And reasoning
Is only an individuals desire defeated
The piano screams my name
No body knows my pain
Out on a stormy day
What else does your story say
I’ll see you tomorrow, maybe
But tomorrow
will definitely see you first my friend
Searching my pockets thin
Out on my last wind
The curse of we aborted men
Raped in anger a changeling to
An opinion voiced is nothing new
Losing my way
Last night I slept in the morning dew
A masque of reddened death
Prelude to a bubonic fever
A modern day swine flu
Flesh deadened to depths
Unbelievably I stood right behind you
The piano screams my name
No body knows my pain
Out on a stormy day
What else does your story say
"in my glass of cognac"
I see you’re so alone and abandoned
your head in your hands, I wonder: “why"?
Your heart, it feels betrayed and broken
And you don’t care if you live or die
Yeah, you’ve searched deep inside every bottle
And you never found any message there
Yeah, your soul is in pain, and it drives you insane
There’s no message in a bottle, you don’t care
You’ve got to start taking care of yourself man
You’ve been running away far too long
Time to screw your head on straight; you know it’s not too late
Get to moving before your soul is gone
You’re a diamond
Yeah you’re looking pretty rough
You’re a lot of talk, but you don’t look very tough
Maybe years ago you were, but you’ve outlived your glory daze
Can you see through the bottle’s bottom?
Or is there a blinding haze?
Yeah, you’ve searched deep inside every bottle
And you never found any message there
Yeah, your soul is in pain, and it drives you insane
There’s no message in a bottle, you don’t care
You’ve got to start taking care of yourself man
You’ve been running away far too long
Time to screw your head on straight; you know it’s not too late
Get to moving before your soul is gone
You’re abandoned, on the street & all alone!
You got a place to be, but you don’t like to call it home!
You’re a diamond!
Yeah, you think you’ll never die!
Keep on looking inside that bottle, you’re gonna find out that’s a lie!