Best Tobe Poems
If I could fly from the all pain I would;
hearing you talk about her all day,
of how much you love her as though you should.
Bruising my heart more shades of blue and gray.
I lay down hurt, crying every night.
Staring at your picture, craving you more;
the handsome gift to my quite humble sight.
Such extreme desire leaves my heart sore.
There is not enough time in this world's life,
that could pay for the chance to be with you,
nor give freedom from wanting tobe your wife.
I'd give anything to just hold you, I do.
But that isn't enough my one true love,
for another is your angel up above...
I want you
I need you
I love you
I would put no other above you
You are my smiles
Within the night
My sweet kiss my delight
Your touch is like magic
I'm trying to hold tight
To a dream
I found in you within a night
you walked across
My path with a smile
Brighter than the moon
A smile that
made you seem true
So my trust
I placed in you.
A year a walk down
You turn out tobe something
I thought couldn't be found
Two years a walk through
You became something
That made me blue
An angry rush of words
But still I was saying
I love you
I called you number Four
Cause I don't want no more
For after you
I shall forever lock my door
Some humans' hunger
For a love that just doesn't exist
Humans' that are forever
Searching within the mist
For the only kind of love
They will forever miss.lets make a wish
I come to you in the form of
A mist ' a mist that's whiter
Then snow
Perhaps I'm that face you use to know.
From long ago.
Do you remember when we dance upon a
Blanket of white.snow.
Move closer to the edge
The screaming is in my
Head
The screaming of the
Dead ' It.'s so funny
How humans hide behind
A wall every secret of
Thee soul talk upon the old
And talk upon the young
Is it that they find it funny
To listen to thee own tongue
I find it funny
How they find it funny
Hiding behind thee walls..
And think no one knowledge
Thee are the twisted tongues
It's like the old man
That killed the child in red
And lied to the feds
When people began to talk
Hidden within the dark
Behind thee walls and talked
Twisted the truth
And when the young female
Went missing in a truck
Without a trace..
Dump in the river
Like small pieces of fish
Food...
The talk began behind
They walls again..
Twisted the truth..
Do you humans find it funny..
I find it funny that
You have no secret tobe told
Hidden behind your walls..
For he hears all human souls..
The weak 'The young 'The old ..
Now isn't this funny
The the twisted tongues you hold..
I see a desolate feild were are da babies
seeds went missin will we ever grow maybe
why are our pedals growin in already damaged
worse than abrasions can't be healed by a bandage
Its like we were brought up in a feild being burned
so we grow up and burn up dat potent sherm
take lives away, so the world can mourn
like ours were taken before we were born
whats supposed tobe green is gettin choked up
a couple of fields two different kinds of smoked up
and I'm lookin at the world through rose shaded glasses
to interpret my words don't need no poetry classes
I been sayin the rose is damaged so what am I seein
a world that leaves us cryin' dead or bleedin
can my pedals be mended while my heart is bended
fadein on pepsi and hen hopin my life is soon ended
The Shoodbe-Wouldbe,Tobe-gottabe, Wannabees
By M. Griswold
11252021
Lush and moist are those Shoodbe-Wouldbees.
Sticky with choice is the Tobe-Gottabees.
Mix them together just so and what do you have.
A Shoodbe-Wouldbe-Tobe-Gottabee's quick healing salve.
Tobe used in extreme cases of sour quotations.
Doctoring them smartly of major vocal palpitations.
Butbe very careful when conjuring this talkative paste.
If concocted incorrectly, many a reverberations you will taste.
Let mebe straight and get right to the point here.
For I need tobe perfectly, perfectly, absolutly clear.
If to many Shoodbe-Wouldbees' are thrown into the mix.
And if one to many Tobe-Gottabe's are added, what happens next?
Maybe bunches of Shoodbe-Wouldbe-Tobe-Gottabee's that just tuned into Wannabees!
Whew....Then believe you me, you don't wanna see.
All those Shoodbe-Wouldbe-Tobe-Gottabee -Wannabees' run'n amuck.
Better duck your head or else you’ll get struck in all that Wannabee guck.
Wannabee guck is not lush nor moist to the touch.
It stinks to high heavens and is crusty, pretty much.
So make sure your mixtures are added up just right.
Cause there's already to many Wannabes' run'n around tonight.
fine a new task
stop living in the past
your running out of gas
time tobe reborn
time to be strong
set i new tone
lets together for the better
TIME TO MOVE
ON
get back in school
get the right tools
so much tobe fullfill
if you
GET THE SKILL
How many more
Years must 'I go
Hidden within
I long to dance
In the winds..
I long to swim
Wild and free
Like a dolphin
in the sea
How many more
Tears must 'I cry
Hidden in a world
Made of lies
I want to fly free
Like a wild bird
Can't you see
I just want tobe
Free
How many more years
Must it be..
off the top of my head i could say alottle bit bout things better left dead
kinda like the travesties the people for the poeple continue to ongo like tennis to from
fro and back an forth as long as we go hand in claw into the damaged land then seemingly
all things fall as planned so i go against the flow by being as different as possible
ino longer wish to buck a system desined to coerce me into submission
just as i cant support a government or hyerarchy that will not could not fathom on how to
support me
but i'll take my licks dished by peers with stick made of a rolling tongue
i'll laugh then cry, shudder and die only to re-birth myself as a creature
of renewed health wealth and state of mind,lessness
because without the hateful parade of all the dismayed i would have no ammunitions for my
decision to no longer trust you or me or any thing else that seems to be real to me off
the top of my head i lust in trusting the world is better off dead
so to this pain and atrocities i theewedd
until something stronger than you or i comes tobe i,ll still be plain jane old me longing
to be free of poeples visions of me or what they think of we
cause no matter what comes or go what you or they say at the end of my day
its not who iam but what they think and so lost in minding others p,s n q,s
they dont notice whats to lose so stand confused point snicker
i,ll be your accused and off the top i could fathom worse fates than laying down
to a bruised ego and i,ll stay calm outside while you stagger away without a soul
for the last time you tighten your grip only to lose your hold
so my thanks to the masses of passives
without you there would be no
me foreveralways v.c.
I will serve a living God, tobe so
It shall be done
I will strive to do good in Jesus name
I will remain ever so faithful
And if I fall again
I will rise up and repent to get back in His grace
For I am a child of His
And I won't stay down for long
And I'm a child of the King
Glory Hallelujah
To be so
I will let God know
That I love Him so
Heavenly Father
I am one of your children
I will serve you it shall be done
If I be the only one
Then I shall have your love alone
To be so
Let it be
I will rise up in Jesus name
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Let thy will be done
Lord you're the only one
That can save my soul
Let thy will be done
Here on earth as in in heaven
father I will praise you until your kingdom comes
To be so
to be so
Let it be so O lord
To be so my Father God
I will let it be thy will
To be so...
To be so...
Hallelujah
3/9/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
Rivers of blood
pour teardrops of my soul
joyous aches sends
a heavenly bliss through
my life
a disturbing sight brings
happy moisture to my
eyes
a surplus of chaos
brightens my darken skies
the monster in me has taken over
and im in no control
but i dont tobe saved
dont even try to save me
i want this disatorous life
its needed in my empty walls
of shame and the ruins of my brain
be the lord child
always smile
its easy
too
this you must do
just like eating rices
DON'T HURT TOBE NICES
He brings seashells to the seashore.
She sells shells and a whole lot more.
He surfs on highs of the sky in pictures of memories of times that are past.
She slinks by him over hill and dale and lays her days in fields of grass.
He thinks he'll never be worthy of her time and energy.
She sees him and purely wants them to simply be.
am not trying tobe cool
i you have the tools
i won't you too
to know that amd not a drity rat
i just try to do whats right
TRYING TO BE
NICE
do god s will
don't sit still
lives tobe fullfill
its in your dreams
let love be your theme
thanks over good meal
with
BLACK IDEAL