This day didn't go as I planned
In fact it went wrong from the go
While tilling my land with shovel in hand
I chopped off the tip of my toe
And to make matters even worse
I don't want to sound like a cryer
But while I was gone, I left the stove on
And saw that my house had caught fire
Now you might think that I'm lying
But this is the god's honest truth
As I limped to the well, I tripped and I fell
And knocked out my favorite tooth
After everything that's transpired
There's not that much left I can say
It's renowned, what goes up must come down
So I think that I'll call it a day
The trees smell so real, so sympathetic.
A monument to strength and victory.
They seem like a shoulder to cry on.
Something to rely on in an uncertainty.
The birds still chirp and hold no grudge,
but rather stll try to provide a comic relief smile.
They are still playing grabass,
little cocks on the walk stealing radiator bugs.
Adorning our rule over the Earth in circular totem style.
Even though they are dropping from the sky.
Wading in infested puddles, eating Monsanto Rye.
I'm not a cryer but ....
Where did it all go?
Did reality tv and all their ugly
sided indoctrinating Media offerings do ALL this?
Did we really try to kick Lucy's football all those times, and end up on our dumb asses?
Where do we go from here?
Look for a rhyme?
Civil War, Natural Disasters, Rumors of War, Plagues, Massive Animal Die Offs, Seismic Unrest,
Incoming Asteroids.
What are we doing?
What do we do for an encore?
Maybe it is time to believe in something.
Goodnessssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss.
the year is closing fast
will I have written
all the words
allotted to this time,
have attempted
to engage my mind
in all the questions asked?
as poet it is my duty
to be cryer for this place
point towards the fallacies
that mar the human race:
yet lay our greatness
before hopeless eyes
and share the tales
that keep us whole and wise.
to illuminate
the small but powerful love
that everyday does challenge to our foe
have I done justice to the talent
the answer yes and no.
Beware those who are not,
A little bit bias.
Or a little bit pious.
A little bit selfish,
Or a little bit standoffish.
A little bit sexist,
Or a little bit racist.
A Little bit forlorn,
Or little bit stubborn.
A little bit lazy,
Or a little bit crazy.
Beware those who are not,
A bit of a risk taker,
Or a Muck-raker.
A bit of a snob,
Or a hard case when on the job.
A bit of a joker,
Or a gambler.
A bit of a blower of trumpets,
Or a layer of red carpets.
A bit of a liar,
Or a Town Cryer.
Beware those who are not a little bit,
They will be hard to please,
Whenever there is even a little breeze.
Which makes it hard for them to care a jot,
Every time they lose the plot.
They will never cause just a little harm,
If they decide to leave the farm
And shoulder arms,
Without any qualms.
The next time you meet anyone who admits to being a little bit,
Don't throw a fit,
Just help them be a little less,
And give them a god bless.
You won't have to worry about them even throwing a little fit,
As you take a little nip
In honour of your new friendship,
When you too admit to being a little bit,
Of a misfit.
03/06/16
Nervous.
God please give me the strength to muster up this courage.
I'm hurting and I'm angry,
I never would've thought my best friend would be the one to pain me and betray me,
ME!
I'm in love with him because he believed,
A trapped tortuous soul that wanted to be set free,
Understood, but why pain ME?
My heart is on fire,
When only his love was what I was trying to acquire,
Only his love is what I truly desired.
I was down and you brought me up higher,
In need of your love, I was dire,
And it sucks because I'm not much of a cryer,
And now you've made me weak to your narcissistic power.
1,4,3 but I don't think I can do this anymore,
My eyes are tired and my heart is sore,
The battle for your love was filled with so much gore,
And for the safety of my mind I have to close that door,
The truth I can no longer ignore,
I gave you my love but you wanted more.
To anyone who's been in love
Do find understandings for paradox of a valentine
What apparent contradictions are found to be true
A valentine's love is both red and blue
Love makes one blissful
yet oh so miserable too
It's frightening to one's brain cells
Yet supports the healing of the mind
Love is physical to the touch
But spiritual to feelings
How incredibly fragile to be broken hundreds apart
Yet what can be stronger than a lover's love from the heart
Deathless it seems, one's Alpha Omega of entwinements
The potential puzzle of never solution
To express one's face of both the smiler and the cryer
Some times when I cry the sound can not escape
Like the screams from a prey coiled by a snake
I try to release the anguish and I try to vent the pain
but the clouds of my emotions refuse to exude the rain
As I gasp for the wind that has already left
The squeeze from the serpent tightens with every breath
But only in my dreams can my tears be released
and the sadness in my heart can finally sense the peace
And I don’t understand
As I lay here in bed
The words in my head
The words of the dead
As I lay here in bed
And the marching band plays
To the rhythm I say
In the cold of the day
The rhythm I say
As the funeral band plays
I say good bye to the world
For I never understood
Was love really good
Did I live as I should
I never understood
The perceptions of this mind
What was lost ill never find
Was this life ever mine
Was fate ever kind
The perceptions of my mind
And they play on and on
Forever the song
In a key that is wrong
On a day that is long
As they play on and on
the clouds cover the sky
Hiding the lie
That we all must die
No matter how we try
In hiding the lie
The ghost tolls the bell
To the black gates of hell
I stumbled and fell
In the blackness called hell
To the toll of the bell
Reaching up a hand
To the living land
Choking on sand
As I grasp with my hand
The life of the land
Joining in the choir
The chorus is fire
Death! called the cryer
As the flames rose higher
To the tune of the choir
All pass through fire
romancing the throne
royaly
an old arrow finaly hit its mark
forgotten
the soothing whispers
after the threat of things that cannot be undone
my mind says i wll be at peace
the town cryer of shameful ironies
learning to discredit the lies among the truth
Stage was set with tragedy
of life lessons to let go of the scenery of life that was before
if i am alone in this rapture
grave awakenings i refuse to speak of
life willing to go homeless than face the cold relationship alone
wishing it would be your karma
to shape my dreams
not to live without them
like a thief of dreams
some other mistake with a name as deceptive as love
pertaining to the things that will change
your regret of owing me anything
corners your mind into deadlock
how did so many people know so much and so little
worlds burdens with no shoulder
heavy is my head
knowing i cannot change anything without your resentments
I truly don't care anymore
retiring completely from the fight of injustice
of rules and constantly changing laws to endless constant punishment
not even fit for your secrets of god
Angela
Mother,young grandmother,true friend,wife
Sister of Shane and Gaytha
Lover of Roger, flower guarding and horses
Who feels love, lost and pain
Who fears drowning, Gods wrath and being alone
Who would like to see World peace, lost friends and Hawaii
Resident of Holly Pond, Alabama
Alldrege-Cryer
Just a note to say I don't fear God just his wrath.
Women wore corsets
Men trundled round
Magical mushrooms
grew out of the ground
Everyone terrified
Of the dragon breathing fire
The far fetched stories
The jolly town cryer
Always so happy
Nobody knows why
It was the magical mushrooms
Everyone was high
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