Best Tellin Poems
I wanna be with you,
you maybe older,
but what does age
have to do with anything
your so sweet,
caring,
gentle,
perfect
i know that you
dont wanna be with me,
i'm to young for you,
but,
we have so much in common,
so much to talk about,
never a dull
or quiet moment
between us,
we'd both rather talk to eachother,
than anyone else,
its hard not tellin you,
how i really feel,
but why bother
when i know how you already feel,
but i cant help that i have fallin,
alittle bit inlike with you!
Its not u, its me
Im tellin u cuz its crazy.
Crazy things happen dont u c
Crazy things happen wit u and me
Its hard to say goodbye
When u know everythings a lie
Its hard to say whats inside
Cuz every word makes u wanna cry
Dont u c whats happening
Im going crazy
I need u in my life cuz
Its eatin me alive
These things happen all the time
Theres no need to lie
Just hold on to your love
Through these...
"Crazy Things"
How far back can you remember
As far back as mid December
Your eyes shine brighter than the sun
my feelings for you heavyer then a tone
How many times have we shared tears
I need help to over come my fears
Its become to much to take
Your heart had to finaly break
I guess we both felt that the end was near
It just wasnt something that we wanted to hear
Deep inside of every love scares are being made
and sometime the love cant be saved
I cant pick these peices up alone
Iv had so many hurts im afraid my heart might become stone
Theres no forgeting of what we had
promise you this beacause everyday im still sad
Theres no forgetting, the memorys are in my head
remembering all the words we each have said
Love inst as blind as it seems
but all i have left is the love left in my dreams
the killing pain of not being yours
the shatterd peiced of my heart on the floor
at the end of the hall lays the futures doors
But my hands cant seem to grab it, i am still to soar
I am not ready to move on
and im tellin you it in this song
there might be no way to make you and me again
but as long as am in love with you
you have my heart as a friend
Hearts hurting, whatever this is ain’t working,
your pride’s always gunna come first and
looks like I'm finally learning
Never once crossing your mind,
my feelings hurting double time,
you forget I can make plenty of others mine,
too bad now you gotta wait in line
Always tellin myself I don’t deserve this,
if you want me now you gotta earn it,
no more pretending together we can fit,
I’m done trying to deal with this
Don’t play dumb, you know you were wrong,
acting like nothing was goin on,
I’ve held onto this anger far too long.
Now Ima throw the deuces, I’m gone.
On April 26th I was born,
In a world more than a hundreds years scorn, No healin' up
They sho' was pealin' up, casted the line and they realin' up,
Pullin me round on a string puppeteerin' us,
Didn't know how to discuss the way that I felt in my mind,
Isolating thoughts of much steer my wheel from time to time,
I thought about the shine only making in worse,
College things, engagement ring Im throwin' in the dirt,
Miseducated young miss in this game, I write, rap, produce, and sang,
Not just for fame, but for talent I was given, tellin my life as it comes,
Wondering why we all is stealin, killin, thizzin, robbin, theivin,
But inside Im greivin, wonderin when a change gone come,
When Imma be leavin? I been in chains for so long,
All the soldiers that went to war, they aint come back home, they aint come back
home.
Girl you treat me bad and dont give it a second thought.
Run around on me with every other man.
look so fine with new clothes for you I bought.
You just say there friends larry Frank Corey.
You say it's all in my head.
But I know your telling me a story.
He's got money he's gotta fancy car.
But when thoose looks fade darlin.
Thoose boy's wont even remember who you are.
I guess im a fool some call me your clown.
Cause every other night I'm sharing you with every man in this
town.
I crumble at the tales of others backseat glory.
You just say it's lies .
But your just telling a story.
Down at the bar where I drown my pain
Others laugh behind my back.
Say that old boy has gone insane.
The fool to weak to see the forrest for the trees.
A broken heart tired from always wondering .
A voice gone hoarse from always begging please.
You played to long with a man named Rick.
But forgot about his wife lorrie.
She shot ya both.
And put the final chapter to your tellin of a jaded story.
DAY BY DAY GROWING UP WAY
TOO FAST
WISH I COULD GO BACK TO THE
PAST ,
THATS A DREAM I KNOW WONT
LAST,
I REMEMBER ALWAYS BEING TOLD
,
BY 3 PPL WITH HEARTS OF GOLD,
TO STAND UP FOR MYSELF
AND FAMILY N DO AS IM TOLD...
WE ALL LIVED IN ONE BIG ASS
HOUSE ON PATTERSON AVE,
THATS WERE ALL MY BOY CUZNS
I GREW UP WITH TURNED ME INTO
SAVV
THEY TAUGHT MY ASS HOW TO
FIGHT
N MY MOM AND MA TELLIN ME TO
DO
WATS RIGHT,..
MA N PAPA TOOK CARE OF US
ALL,,,
THEY WAS THERE ALL WE
HAD TO DO..
WAS MAKE ONE PHONECALL..
BUT THESE LAST FEW YEARS
Things STARTED
TO CHANGE,,THOSE WE LOVE
BEGIN TO PASS
AWAY,,UNCLE WILLIAM ,JC, JESSE,
MY MA N MOM,,
N THEN GOD EVEN TOOK MY PAPA,,
MY LIFE SEEMS TO BE FALLING
apart MORE N MORE EACH
DAY THE ONES CLOSEST TO ME
,MADE WHO I AM TODAY HAD
ALREADY GONE N PASSED
AWAY,,LOST FOR WORDS
EMPTINESS
N PAIN ,JUST ME N MY BBYS N
WAT FAMS LEFT..
Don't you worry bout my soul
Til you've been down all my lonely roads
And gauged the weight of my full load
Don't you worry bout my soul
.
I see you on the tv conning, talking squawking walking like you really care about me and my kind
You cry your tears like a crocodile empty eyes phony smile,
To me I plainly see you're clearly blind
So don't you worry bout my kind . . .
I see everything just fine
You're busy yelling and a tellin me all the things you think you can see, going on in this ol world you think ain't right
Get the beam on out of your own eye, til you've listened to the children cry, hungry and tormented in the night
Don't you worry bout my eyes . . .
I'm seeing everything just fine
.
Don't you worry bout my ears
Cause you've been deaf for many years
I don't need some deaf man tellin me what I should hear or how to be, when he is only playing on my fears
So don't you worry bout my ears . . .
I hear your deafness loud and clear
.
Don't you worry bout my mind
Though it gets misplaced from time to time
But I think I know what courage means, how heartache feels, when freedom rings
And I know that I am running out of time
So don't you worry bout my mind . . .
I think I'll get along just fine
.
Don't you worry bout my soul
Cause I met the Master long ago
And the one you portray Him to be
Is not the same One known to me
The One Who made me free so long ago
So don't you worry bout my soul.
.
Mathew 15:14
Splendid rapture
blinding bliss
so much more
and all of this
I find in you
and in your kiss
A better place
and a better time
we would be together
in both love and rhyme
With these things there's no tellin
where we will be
when the sun comes up in mornin
i hope you'll be with me
When the march into Winter
holds me down
I'll look back on you
and know where I'd be found
I mean, when I get tired
of all of this mess
I'll walk on through December
and come out blessed
Because of your image
a picture blazing in my dreams
for just another glimpse
I'd give up so many things
my life before you was empty
but i'm ready for whatever the future brings
I'll stay down here forever
down among the leaves
waiting for you to come back
to part these lonely seas
I'll even wait forever
so don't forget about me please
Even the stars falling from the sky
they can't carry me behind
I'll hold my ground, I'll be there when
you come back to me
and I'll still love you then
even if it's not for good
I would stay forever as your friend
Ya call yerself Rose
But ya actually Vie
I'm left here ponderin
Wonderin why
Sure ya pretty
Rose suits ya fine
Complexity like wine
There's some fella
I'm sure ya left behind
Him a seven and you a nine
Yet I look
I ain't see no thorns
Even though petals of splendor adorn
A sweet child
Canadian born
Who looks like a flower
In a field of corn
So you see
I'm here ta dis
I tink ya
A misrepresented flower miss
Or perhaps I mistaken
Ya might be a Mrs.
All I know
Is ya go around
givin hugs and kisses
In the end
I m a witness
Maybe it's none a ma business
It may just be ma inquisitiveness
Are ya sure
Ya not a Violet
Or tink perhaps
ya a disguised
"Stone Cold Pilot"
Pretty with piercing eyes
And glamorous highlights
Writing rhymes in fluorescent red tights!
Keepin fellas up at night
I'm tellin ya
Dat aint right
Yer star
Otta sight
It's just way ta bright!
Getting in on the slam fun, dedicated to Rose!
It feels so good to be back home from school
I put my jacket on its starting to get cool
Sitting on my porch watching the wind blow
Wondering when it was going to snow
I watch as the sun starts to fall
It was feeling more and more like fall
For some reason I felt so small
Like I was only about 3 feet tall
After the hustle up north in the city
And all those days where I felt so gritty
Surrounded in a world of fake smiles and titties
There is nothing like, nothing like that November sky
I got a call around 3 o'clock
She wants to meet up, shes just 'round the block
Comin' to swoop me up to chill
Possibly at our spot at the top of the hill
She pulled up in her black 150
So bad and yet still so pretty
Didnt have a destination to go
Just driving for miles, I went with the flow
Tryin to catch up, its only been a year
But there is still so much that we need to hear
She laughed, I smiled, she put it in park
Back to our spot right as it got dark
Good times, good times but it ended like a bummer
Late in the night we would stay up
In the flatbed of her pickup truck
Side by side with the warmth of a blanket
Smooth jazz playing, no need to crank it
Staring up counting the stars
Oh I lost count, I think I see Mars
I loved chillin wit her back in the Spring
All the love that the season could bring
Even during Winter we would have our fun
Playing in the snow, no tellin when we were done
No doubt I loved the Summer
But there is nothing like, nothing like that November sky
And then the darkness took the horizon line
So lets just close our eyes, close our eyes
Do you hear it? Our song is playing
I can smell the sunflowers
In this whole world its just me and you
Just us and the sound of water
Ohh take me away, take me away
There is nothing like, nothing like that November sky
The Camp Cooky’s singin again outa tune,
about turnin 60 today around noon
"What good is there in it?" I hear him say,
and it got me to thinkin . . . seein it was his birthday
It seems bein 60’s got two spins to that tale,
one frittered and wrinkled, the other covered in shale
The one who’s 60 if truth be told,
is still younger than all those 61—to real old
In the campfire’s crackle of light I can see,
how everyone younger, is likely dumber than me
So if my hands struggle with the knots and riggin fer sure,
the knowin and the tellin to those younger’s worth more
Havin outlived many a cow horse, while lovin them all,
the awnry and skitterish, the short and the tall
The summers ridin drag, and the worst winters mendin fence,
with a slicker full a holes, and that ol dog with no sense
And while the cuttin and the brandin seems boring to some,
it’s the importance of their nature and gettin things done
When the hats and the spurs and even the saddles are all gone,
and the sun sinks over that last mountain, like in Dusty’s ol song
I’ll remember the good times, lettin go of the bad,
and think back on the pards and the ladies I’ve had
Because just like for Cooky, it happened last year to me,
and turnin 60 seemed ranker than any bronc could ever be
But like that new Visalia saddle the boss man said was now mine,
I've found somethin that’s different, somethin gentler and kind
The speed and the strength ain’t been traded for free,
and somethin woke up that I guess was sleepin in me
And as I yell to the wrangler “Cut me one gentle and nice”
without loosin too much pride I ask, “Can you help Ol Jim
cinch his riggin real tight”
Then once more in the dark I ride off in search of the herd,
singin that one favorite cow song every real hand has heard
And as I inch up on the lead steer whisperin mellow and low,
“Yippee ki yay, Ol Fella; you ready to go”
For maybe one last time we push North thru the dark,
the sun still two hours off to the right of our mark
While in the distance a wolf howls, as that lead steer catches my eye,
and in that instant I know I’m still needed—a long ways from g’bye
(Dewey Montana: Circa 1990) Read In Elko Nevada, 1993
From out of the mist he traveled alone,
rising up from the sea.
A patch on his eye a hook for a hand,
he came to set the pirates free.
Sure they pilaged, burnt down part of the town,
for a pirate must be who he be.
Freedom and gold coins treasures and maps,
to be raised up from the sea.
In the mist their mistress waits for them,
a ship called Serenity.
She needs her crew to sail the seven seas,
a woman of grand mystery.
They joined with her, so very long ago,
their mistress of the sea.
she beckoned them all, they must return,
without pirates who would she be?
Her journey would end here in this harbor,
her voyage of insanity.
The Captain charged to complete his task,
rising up with power from the sea!
The Captain so brave he approached the town,
he said "ye better be listenen to me.
There is somethin I'll be tellin ya all,
you're goin to want to be settin me boys free.
Or haunted you'll be all a yer days,
A serpent will rise up from the sea."
"For the ship she be our only master,
our mistress of the sea."
"She will not let you lock her men away.
be persuaded to listen to me."
"I truthfuly speak to one and all,
the ship can be a cruel enemy!"
The townsfolk release all the pirates,
once again they all be free.
Back home with their mistress,
the mysterious Serenity.
Ist attempt at a ballad.
clouds r geting angry n storming hard...
leaves r getin dry n falling apart...
winds r getin haunted n shoutin loud...
reasons r out of my mind lyk im in
shroud...
im frightend wid d dark moonlight..lyk
blaming me..
bt getin a hope frm light tower...4
continuing it...
waves of sea r rising rising upwrds..lyk
tellin me...
reasons r in ur heart ..u just hv to admit
it...
my nervs r getin frozen...n makin me
numb..
my head z wreckin upside down...lyk
thrown n broken..
deep inside dere r wrds of urs blazin...n
makin me crumb...
servin u hs taken me into trashes...nw its
forbidden..
nw im sailin in an ocean lyk a free soul
wid passion..
liftin myslf up n touchin sky wid naked
eyes...
reasons r hard to find nw..pausin ds
commotion..
till dn flyin free spirited n searchin 4
hidden bays...
if u like ds poen or evn nt...just post ur cmnts...i wud realy love to observe dt...thnks for readin...
J IS FOR THE JOYFUL TIMES WE SPENT TOGETHER
O IS FOR OFTEN TELLIN ME U LUV ME
S IS FOR SWEET AS U CAN BE
E IS FOR EASY TO SPEAK TO
P IS FOR PLEASED TO BR WITH
H IS FOR HAPPY AS CAN BE
THI WAS MY EX BOY FRIENDS NAME WE WERE ON LINE B/F G/F
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