I miss you im sorry
Life is weird without your here
I want you so bad
Please dont go away
How can i do it without you
Ill be broken
Come back
I dont want to be alone
I love you
Love me back
Please
But you left me broken
And I cant do it with a broken heart
The worst part is
I fear I still love you
Even though I cant have you
I will always love you forever and always
I hope you know that
Even if we are young
Even if you are in love
Even if it wasnt me
Even if im not pretty
And even if you're not sorry
For what its worth
I love you so
With all my heart
I wont let go
Ill hold onto you
Forever and always
Till forever falls apart
If your misunderstood
maybe God just left your definition out.
In an attempt to clarify something .
no one would understand.
You are a riddle,
for what its worth,
what is a riddle if not a question.
longing for an answer.
Some intellectual level
that many wouldn't understand.
Your honesty reaches the ears of heaven.
I've connected with Lisa after her dad passed away in 17 Jan. 2022. ThanX for helping our communications at times I needed your help/ influence.
FOR WHAT ITS WORTH: Drink lots of water & pure juices like grape & pomegranate (not blended umpteen ways). I hope to reach 99 birthdays myself. Finally, watch your thoughts. Too many. For all humans. "Watch" Be with all your senses, even if looking at a wall. Don't describe it. Yes, no poetry! Be like your favorite pet. ... Just there, listening, guarding, loving ... That's why Gid gave us pets. And why babies start saying their names, even before Dad -ah!
Harness the sun on a tropic isle,
A shaded nook to dwell.
Perhaps, a book or two as well,
Pay no heed to grey lands of woe,
For what its worth,
When rain pours,
Pelting edifices doused and damp,
Pay no heed when toes wriggle
The soft sand of a golden beach.
Pay no heed where cars honk horn
And wheels speed by
Spraying passers-by,
On dreary wet days,
When children play with mud and clay
And mothers fret in disarray,
On cold wet winters day.
When I'm old and a little grey,
Like the lands far away,
My naked feet will tread a beach,
Splash a salty sea,
Tremble in a loving breeze,
Give scant thought
To the old north land,
Blissful and content
To be so far away.
Bend your knee to the Covid deity;
Hide your face in disgrace;
Wear your mask as your leader asks;
Not making light of the plight;
For what its worth here on earth;
Every day people pass away;
For we are all appointed to meet the anointed.
To leave this place and see His face;
If this causes fear, then listen and hear;
By our faith in His saving grace;
We win the race when leaving this place,
And live forever with heavenly treasure.
SHOULDA READ THE FINE PRINT
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in bygone days I did the football pools
and always hoped my X had marked the spot?
making sure that I had read all the rules
an agent did the post ere I forgot.
for years not one single problem, until
my draws came up, I had marked the right spot.
on paper, I'd won a fortune! the thrill!
sadly the agent to post had forgot".
oh yes! it went to court, I'd win I thought,
all I got, for what its worth, my stake back.
yeah! so much for rules, taking it to court.
onus, on me, to see it in the sack!
I was wrought, I had read all the rules, but
I shoulda read the fine print, adjudged, shut!
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Composed 17th January 2018
Entered in 'shoulda read the fine print' Poetry Contest, sponsored by John lawless
Prayer is often self desire,
to heal my guilt from my desire.
So much pity breeds entire
sessions meant to cleanse my fire.
Then I think its good for me to
rest my mind and honour faith
for what its worth.
To teach me how to serve another,
Obedience to stop my mind
from solving problems I might find.
I stopped so many years ago,
but never realised what was true.
The message from the books of men
distorted by the science then.
Then I listened to myself,
the prayer then starts to make some sense.
I practice pausing, finding joy,
the moments in between.
I practice loving those that suffer,
Letting go annoyance.
Letting go my needs.
Until I break and shout for life
my senses unfulfilled
I feel the shame again
And so it dawns that prayer deludes
It lies to me, denies my self
for others to be granted time while I deny mine.
Its not entirely a waste of time
I simplified, to remember lines:
Practicing compassion
Practicing reducing venting.
And anything that makes me wait
Unfair proportions to my needs
And that just works, I've found the truth
to keeping joy in line.
How is it I'm only 26
Sitting here in the middle
Of a mid-life crisis?
I haven't even had time
The older ones tell me
To slow down my rhyme
To find the logical reason
Behind these actions
Of unquivering self treason
But its all I've known
Living paycheck to paycheck
Was how I'd grown
Job to job, city to city
Cut the lights off and
Look I'm still pretty.
But this face doesn't pay the bills.
And my body can't handle paid thrills
And the circle comes right back around.
At the ripe young age of 26
I'm smack dab in the middle
Of a mid-life crisis.
Listening to services
on my computer
I remember by
wild youth
Now I sit perched
on
the
precipice of old age
and have only some poetry
to show
for it
Had poetry in the
NY Times
No relationship - except for some nice
platonic ones
I hear them singing
on the computer
so I will put down my pen
drift into Shabbat
for what its worth
I come to you hands open wide no fears of past just an invitation inside. Do you see me? Around the trees of space and time i giggle and laugh as i look into your eyes. Waiting for you to see inside. We hesitate in fears back and fourths but something holds a steady course. Waiting for the song of love to be there for you as strong as the tides that hold in me. To prove to your fears this time its true. I will wait dear. I have no doubts its you. I have only tears from a panting heart waiting so many years to join your heart. You can trust me. I know there is forests and fears to overcome but your not fighting alone in this world anymore and ive got the banner waving high. Your more then a north star in my sky. For what its worth I testify I know its you for who ive waited all my life but love is patient and with great care ill stay waiting in spirit by your side. For this fools love sake im open wide. You can turn away but ill be waiting at the end, I won't be giving up on my hearts true best friend.
Bout to rest in peace.
Cover my feet up with dirt
Tell the devil to get
away from me
Close my eyes and
dream of Jesus
fighting for me.
Drift away peacefully
Move cloud covered skies
so I can see starry eyes
Every once in awhile
try trail and error
even though it seems
victory occurs
more infrequently
Sometimes
sweet chariots
swing low
and rescue me
Most times I
traverse cotton fields
waiting for a cool breeze
to remind me
why I sing.
Seems like heaven
has more appeal
here on earth,
for what its worth
The way I see it,
she's looking down
from on high
waiting to hold
the entire family
including distant cousins
and familiar friends.
Heaven only knows
what rest in peace means.
Miss her smile, laughter
and love immeasurably.
I feel angelic eyes
watching over me
To the beginning of a wonderful future but, a future of what?
For it seems every time I try to say the words, the door of emotion shuts on me.
My words of wisdom are your sounds of noise.
I wish for just one day to be with you, to show you what real love is about.
I want to take you away from the world of hurt and take you to the illusion of joy,
for joy is truly an illusion but, a mystical one.
If everyone in the world was like you, the world would be a happier place.
but, there is only one you, and thats why you are so beautiful in my eyes.
My body is young, my soul is tired and old yet, this does not matter for if your around
I am filled with hope and peace.
so, for what its worth you are the king of my dreams.
Tonight when you lye in your bed think of the words spoken, and the thoughts revealed
(don't forget me)
for you will realize my secret feeling which is no longer a secret.
Mindfull of a parallel sequence
we seem to function light between
thought and hurt hoping for
easy advancement up the channel steps--
pecarious invoking with someone who
knows--- and not knows inescapable from
ourselves compliant (fraud) if need not be.
Backwash of hidden intermittent terrors preclude
external sensitivities---like my aching back
heat waves of generalized dizziness and
gender--izing. The sweet bird of youth
never suffers a jet lag stupor as we enjoy
and (softly) murmur the last rungs in a
flaccid present tense loss of self faculty.
But the nevertheless picture of realitivity
lends a jargon journal future sometimes
nameless but (at least) omnidirectional
happenstance.
its up and down
they say its round
the earth
for what its worth
to down be a clown
jump and bounce
MAKE LIFE COUNT
am from down home
where faith was born
for what its worth
it was sitting on drit
it was my
LITTLE ROADSIDE CHRUCH
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