Sometimes I forget
I seek reason under the cracks
of the dried grounds
that used to puddle
there I find confirmation
that I too can love
So we live in different times
you in today
I in the third world graces
yet frequently our paths kiss
and fate hints nothing
So I hold out from today
'Til the day you actually
See my love and smell
My sincerity
But in the mean time
I will sit here and gather
Jealousy, love, hate and anger
The day you touch me
With our eyes locked
And all the lights in the world
Turned on
You will see this all
And take me, with urgency
With need to fulfil
Every whim I'll ever make, quietly
Every risk taken
Will be worth the trouble
And nothing like waiting
Will be viable
Nothing this good should be
Waited upon
And like before
I will show you what I meant
When I told you
People don't get kissed
Like that to forget
I will show you what
You do to me in silence
And I will learn every thing
Memorise and try to remember
Every toss and turn
Wait until you give
So I could also learn to take
And as we lay in silence
I will assure you
That I too can also love you
In my own way and language
But I will definitely
Love you
I worked so hard
Had big dreams as a kid
Enormous dreams
I worked so hard
Everything was going to plan
Until a day struck like no other
I was put under such hardship
Until I tried again, really hard
Until I was put under more hardship - on another more terrible day.
My dreams were held back so much that I am ageing everyday waiting.
I expected to reach my dream as a young man.
Yet I was late.
So late, it is still like the beginning of my journey.
What do I have to show for it.
Finished teenage hood.
I became wiser every day in my conquest.
Maybe god wants me to be wise instead of reach my dream.
I tried everything to reach my dream.
I will keep trying.
But when is it possible.
I don’t want to be an old man before I reach that dream.
Never know what it feels like.
Someone teach me what it is like to reach your dream.
I learnt.
You never know what life holds.
It could be good.
It could be bad.
But you will always grow wiser in your conquest.
I never know what tomorrow might bring.
Yet I know I will be ready to fight for my dream.
With the setting of the sun
Another day has been won
Deep purple and red skies blend together
Mark the memories of another day forever.
Once a long, long time ago
My days seemed so dark and forlorn
But then I realized that with the passage of each
I had but to listen to the words of a sage
With words that had been handed down through the age,
That from the beauty of the setting sun
Came the anticipation of the glorious sun-rise of another one.
Time can heal all wounds of pride and heart
Each day can bring bright rays of joy for a new start.
The beauty of the setting sun
Reminds me of another day being won.
How I love to see each day that I’m given
To know that I have striven
To bring to my heart a joy of a life lived
And the anticipation of the sun-rise of a new day given.
Here i go back at square one
It feel like the love we have weigh a ton
One day you need me
The next day you just flee
Flee away from me to make me down
You tell me one thing and then make me look like a clown
A clown in front of them
Why do you put me through this
When we both can end this with a kiss
If i get the strenght to go forward
You think i be writing this poem looking retarded
I know it take more than just one to make that step
I just wish i can do it now let go from this wreck
Unfourtantely its not that easy to be free
One day i will let go from you and you let go of me
I just had to get this off my chest
So i can start making that move to my best
Tic toc, tic toc,
Around the clock,
Over the moon,
Beyond the stars,
Through the trees,
Where flowers grow,
Where night is day and day is night,
Where children laugh,
And grown-ups dance,
Among the tombs,
Of those long since dead,
Remembering what was,
Celebrating what is now,
Looking towards the future,
The sickness is gone,
Forever gone,
No more to fear,
Freedom is here.
one day here
one day will b gone
just another person
this body and soul torn
just a faded memory
one not really known
heart of what heavens
sins haunt and scorn
seen and felt
the good and bad
my sorrow justs melts
the cud beens, the had
been used, abused
torchered and revenged
manifested and fused
left the sins that fumes
whats done is done
whats said is said
the result of this
will become after deathen
The ladders by which I shall soar
And the uncoursed peaks I must tour,
Are set before my gaze;
A complex and baffling maze.
For this I need my paths well to know:
That I'm not the son of a knight,
And I was not born with a silver spoon in the mouth
Nor did any wise men visit from the east or the south
After my lowly birth to Lord's servants meek.
I shall through all means known and also those unknown
Pierce every opposition and walls of dark;
For I'm my Heavenly Father's son,
And Him well-pleased with me nothing I shall lack;
To me belong all go-downs of silver and gold;
Every bit of success is His still,
And while sure that this all He shall bestow,
I just beg to do His will.
It shall astound many my soaring to fame,
When devil's cohorts shall labor under spirits lame;
And all my beloved friends I shall surprise.
I pray this day she be alive my affectionate mum,
And my father's departed spirit still with me,
Oh! what a wonderful day this shall be!
And the Lord who rules by His Omnipotent rod,
Shall all His vital mercies afford.
RAINY DAY BLUES
Today is a rainy day
It makes me sad and blue
If the sun would drive the clouds away
I'd look for something to do
But wait, I know a neighbor
Who's crippled and cannot walk
It really involves no labor
For me to visit and sit and talk
Then, of course, there's Mrs. Jones
Over on Maple Street
With arthritis in her bones
And gout swelling her feet
And how about Mr. McCord
In the local nursing home
Whose wife went to be with the Lord
And left him all alone
If I visit each of them today
To catch up on all the news
I'll be grateful that I found a way
To end my rainy day blues
Curtis Moorman
18 January 2011
Ah my love
how these still Alaskan nights
feel as hollow as a dead oak
so still and so pure
as a reminder of the emptiness
and the haunting of those missed
the family left behind
and the dreams never conquered
ah my love
of all the things I would give
to have you by my side
yet only time slows us town
as time never passes
and we are stuck apart
until the sun one day rises
and never again sets
ah my love
its just me and my memories
praying for hope, warmth, compassion
but my love will not die
in this valley surrounded by mountains
for I know that when that day comes
we will be together
and all will be well
I have been day dreaming about you all day
Written By Dean Masciarelli
October 6, 2010 (9:21pm)
I have been day dreaming about you all day
And I’ve been wondering if
you
may have put a spell on me
Because its been awhile since I’ve felt this way
And I know that there are plenty of fish in the sea
But I sure am glad that you started talking to me
Because you have touched my heart in a special way
And maybe if I am lucky
I’ll get to meet you some day
But I guess for the moment we will just have
to wait and see
What the good lord has in store for you and me
to find out if you and I were truly meant to be
With bending stem and shriveled leaf
another day of scorching sun
becomes an ache without relief-
a day where growth has been undone.
As baking earth converts to tomb
with thirsting roots, no fruit, no bloom
the end, its arid course has run.
But gathered clouds reveal a sign
of hope that death may not today
lay claim upon this life divine.
A trembled reach, a feeble sway
while droplets small and shy at first
then dazzle down in drenching burst-
delightful flood renews life's play.
Saraband Sonnet~
Whatever given… hasn’t the return
However much to go… no matter how was away
And it became a natural flair to burn
Living once more to remember that one more day
Is there not another road to take?
Can I not have a time to not have a mind for?
Must all things be made worth to simply wait?
Can’t there be a time… a moment pure to adore?
With this to simply have that
That be which to ease any troubled mind
How much more can so little be lacked?
Isn’t a one life to own already without time?
And with everything obtained… I have nothing
With everyone telling me I have something more
Can it be my death defying culture is giving them dreams?
Or rather… am I being pitied to have encouragement pour?
Wanting to be and never can be…
Wishing for something with nothing more to wish
For that one fine day to one day see
Of that one fine day to never again have today to miss
September 11th 2001,
Was the day that many died,
A tragic day we'll never forget,
The day our eagle cried.
When the two planes struck our towers,
And we watched them crumble to the ground,
As black smoke filled the air,
We heard the most terrifying sound.
People screaming, running for their lives,
Sirens blaring down the street,
America realized we had to unite,
"We will not take defeat".
Our uniformed angels were sent out,
To defend our Red, White and blue,
And now they live in hell everyday,
And they do it for me and you.
To all the armed forces,
Army, Air Force, Navy and Marines,
Thank you for all your bravery,
Cause no matter what tomorrow brings,
We all stand behind you,
And to all those that lost their lives,
We will never forget you either,
Or the day our eagle cried.
One Day This Life
Every action you invest in furthering all that is good,
must be cherished. Not one day must pass without
this noble cause. Flowers bloom, and creeks flow
swiftly with joyful celebration of all our human spirit
reflects.
All Planets that support life, share these
pursuits. Walking upon this Earth, sow peace at every
crossroad, pausing...... to lend a hand to all living
things.
Only then, will hope live,
only then
will hope
live
Would you pay rent to live in a
broken heart, where the plumbing
is bleeding, and the heating is not
working. The kitchen is sparce and
hungers for company, the bedroom
is lonely and cold and only one
pillow. The colours are dark with no
feeling of light, where night could
be day and day could be night.
Would you pay rent to live in a
broken heart, not as a rule, Hmm!
maybe a fool. But with bricks,
some magic tricks, string and
candle wax, paint the walls and
seal the cracks. With the outside
sun and rosy, make the inside
nice and cosy. No not the fool
must have hope, and with help I
shall cope.
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