The shack of the mind can cause separation from the time: mentally, spiritually,
physically, socially, & psychologically.
Disappointment cramps the belly bottom causing emotional pain leaving all sorts of
pain& strains, in the heart and brain
This causes tears in the eyes with out any water running down the face
“Why does the structure has to go through this kind of phase through the ears
down to the soles?”
It’s hard to use words to let the tales that the body feels while the mind fails
You are the cause of this kind of feeling to be running through me veins because of
the disappointments that disturb my heart and brain
With your high inspiration of words which left the heart, mind and soul.
Then Buff, It would have felt better if you had clapped me with a stone.
The hardness of life has turned me into a stroll, in, up and down on the road.
Disappointments attacks, every time another one tries to heal
But I will never give up because I want to know how success feels
Even though, the pains in the heart and mind, still no heal.
Not a single day goes by that i wish i did more
You can always feel when something is going to happen
I don't just write down poetry i write down my heart,soul to
People say your not a poet you just like to write thats all
I cant explain it to you in words but i can write it down
You only notice me when i get to being famous
I'm not famous i'm a proud poet that loves what i do
I'm young but when i get older i'm still going to be young
I cant make this promise to u but a deal will do
You came into my life wondering if i would start over
No i wont star over but i will tag along with you
No future is determined for me but i hope for it soon
I cry only to show that my words are my tears
You always forget me but never will you forget my words
You held my hands but inside wish it was my heart
I love what i do and will until i move on
Tell me why you whisper when i can hear what you say
Tell me why you sit alone quietly and write to yourself
Draw me a picture with only your words and nothing more
Read me a book to help me remember why i wrote this
It all begins with only a twinklin' shimmer of light.
The sin begins to get dimmer and I felt the spark ignite!
So bright, it lit a path inside the crevice of my soul
So I didn't fight, but started to laugh at the light that filled my dark hole.
Such brilliant radiance like I have never experienced before.
Your words were like a cadence, and your passion I couldn't ignore
From above you gave me love at times I can't quite express.
You; I can't get enough of, for you are the light in my darkness!!
Of course there are times when still I falter,
But always you’re the first to sacrifice your heart at the altar.
There are days when the darkness hides their lies
And I lose what is real before my eyes
Yet, you are the first to pick me up and forgive
And point out all I have left for to live.
That rhythm of your words and the love inside your voice
Still gives me each day a reason to rejoice.
sorry this took way to long to put up jimmy!
I read each line through and through
Then wasn't sure what to do
For some time it all kept me thinking
Is this real or have I been drinking
Not a lot in those words was even said
But yet just enough to get into my head
Now the day is sunny and the time is just right
But those words today are no where in sight
The bike is running outside my door
It's a nice for a ride if nothing more
So for some time maybe I will wait
Don't want to leave if it's not to late
Could this be fantasy or just part of a dream
With God trying to teach what my life should really mean
Or could it be nothing but all true
And its just taken to long figuring what I was supposed to do
Either way all of it I really do enjoy
And yes back home I was just a little country boy
That my friend will never go away
But we could have fun if you'd like to play!
An Uncle Charlie Original
© 2010 unclecharlie
Grace in Falling
I have moved through the three ordinary sounds of life
to find you waiting next to
all the unspoken words and
undreamt of understanding you longed for.
So we Walked the long mind of winter to become this lost, then wrote "More myth than
woman"
and titled it with another woman's name
as a gift
veiled.
I could not touch her face with all my
words...without suspicion but held
her all the same.
I see your tears
all the unchanged pain exchanged for
hope.
and find a currency unspent
hiding in your pockets with so much earth.
here love has only one meaning and the soul
cannot defend itself from all the lies
I once told you.
I am not this Earth or the weapon that
frees you with it's own destruction.
I can not bring you peace or the
love
born outside your understanding.
we are not these Bodies
you tell me.
I am fighting for every breath now
seeking all the unspoken words and
undreamt of understanding I long for
but the soul moves on
learning who you are
and
what you have
and
will
mean
to tomorrow.
the Earth will remember you as
love.
cwh
I'm forever walking
as i said to you before I'm the night walker
by name and by words
for i cant find away out
all i care about is that your OK
i will leave my words wherever i go
one day my heart will stop
my mind may slow but for now my words will forever flow
the eyes will cry
for the heart will break
your mind will shake
the night will fall
the wind will blow
don't you just stop [no stop ] think ??
your cold and alone
the day will break the sun will rise
i told you your tear will dry
look i can see you smile
come on lets dance for a while
is this heaven or just hell.
for the mind can only tell
the nightwalker
My words can be written,
But not spoken in tone.
This lead is my home.
A pencil is but what a writer makes it,
And i make it my own.
This lead is my home.
I can write all day,
But i cant sleep all night,
Is that right?
Day by day,
And night by night,
I write and write.
The lead in this pencil
Is but what i make it.
I make this lead my home.
Unspoken words are but what i do,
And now this poem is through.
I will not speak,
But I will write,
Even if it takes me all day,
And all night.
I have been writing for years,
But nothing good has come out of it.
I try and try to get them publish,
Or maybe even win a contest,
But nothing works to my interest.
I dig deep and try to find
Those words and thoughts that are always on my mind.
Drifting off to a deep sleep,
All of my words are not very deep.
Being a poet is hard to do,
But i love it so,
I dont want this career to be through.
I write of love, and pain,
Of hope and vain.
Why can't i get it right,
I need to write a good one tonight.
Hopefully i can get through this stage,
But these words wont come out the right way.
I will find the right words,
No matter how long it takes.
i like to write poems, that are true to me,
some people dont understand,
and some just do not see,
i like to write, what i feel,
but they all come from my heart,
and the words are so real,
some are negative and some are strong,
about my life, and where i went wrong,
but if one person, can learn from my work,
then that will mean, i am not such a jerk,
i write about love,
and i write about dope,
cos if you have been there, then you know its no joke,
i want to sent a message, a message so strong,
so i can help some kid, keep away from the bong,
all these words are really really true,
and i dont want to see me, when i look at you,
This is not the words of anesha brailsford,this is the words of her 10 year old
daughter,Zakhyrah Cooper.
Did not do anything but someone
said you did,all these lies gaining
up in your mind,can't explain
yourself in anyway,but still
nobody belives what you say.
Talking and Talking behind
people backs,starting rumers
about this and that,sticks and
stones will never ever brake
my bones but your words will
never hurt me.
Trying to brake my heart but
you can't,God!! puts his armor
around me, so the devil will never
get threw me,
For Shall I Love God And His Murcy
We Shall Always Love His Murcy AS
Well!!!!
Writing
And so I sit and post my writings here.
I sometimes wonder why.
For everyone to like, or everyone to sneer.
I write from my life, and I write from my heart.
I think I shall write until in death I do part.
I've had some good times, I've had some bad.
I've had some happy and had some sad.
But all in all, I don`t think I`d change the life I've had.
I've met some rich and famous.
And met some trailer trash.
Been around the block, and had my block knocked off.
And so I sit here thinking of all the words to say.
Just be nice, be cruel.............those are your words today.
A mystery lives in all the art, spoken words that once escaped the heart
Messages told in long twisted ways to touch the mind
Yet ones heart can truly understand the words and the moral it can find
I read today, and felt my heart crack in two parts
Time, and only time can heal me
As I have wept all my life truly I feel its a time for change
A bush spoke, and with every word my heart it broke
A message that flows truly free
A peace I once found here to write, only the fresh tears shall remain
Pieced words to battle align against my soul, I loose and I shiver in pain
Lost I am not, for I finally walk in Gods way
A peace that in me will for forever stay
A poet I part
A verse will always haunt my memory
Memories that pop up and smile slowly play
Alas no longer will I stray
Grateful to all
Poets of poets, cuplets and duets
Witness my greater fall?
I stand to my heart and I shall fight for my beliefs
The memory of this rhyme shall dwell with in this line
Greater is the challenge that lays ahead
Pause, fast forward, but don't ever rewind
Good bye, the poet is dead
My pen is still,
The ink is dry;
The words have gone,
Have passed me by.
No poems am I to write this day;
The will to write has fled away.
But don't be too sad if I don't sing;
Another day a song I'll bring.
The words I had that spoke of love,
Will come again, and soon, by Jove!
And into my fist my pen will fly,
And I'll list the words that passed me by,
And lush words of love at last I'll say,
And I'll make up for this empty day!
I'm battling a storm not created by the weather, this storm is separation, why cant we be
together?
I know it can not be altered, there's a time for everything, my only comfort through this
storm is your engagement ring.
In a vase I gaze upon lilac scented flowers, lost in a world of only you I lose track of
endless hours.
Tenderly I hold in my hands the card on which you wrote, beautiful words my darling, I
memorised this note.
Things would be so different if I had my way, I often smile recalling the words you always
say,
"Whenever storm clouds gather, and the rain has soaked your hair, though I may not be with
you yet, I promise that I'll get there".
Please know my poetry is not a personal experience, they are never written as expressions
of myself, they are simply poems, I adore writing them and I hope others enjoy reading
them, thank you, Julie