How much longer do I keep playing games?
I thought this was over and done.
I'm not sure I can keep this going
I know I should have cut and run.
I seem to have gotten a little confused
the ground rules seem unclear.
I'm not sure I know what I want
or where I go from here.
I say my prayers for some clarity
in the hope I can see some sense
I try to make decisions
no more sitting on the fence.
It's one thing knowing what must be done
it's another to want to start
but going round in circles
wrecks havoc with mind and heart.
I just hope the light goes on
so I can clearly see my way
but something seems to pull me back
and this game again I play
Hope
people say if you have hope you can get through anything
PEOPLE ARE STUPID AND IGNORANT
having hope doesn’t fix anything, it cant even help you get through something
hope is just a LAME excuse for people who don’t trust THEMSELVES if you don't trust
yourself or think you're strong enough to get through it you won't get ANYWHERE
people think hope is the same thing as self-trust
PEOPLE ARE STUPID AND IGNORANT.
written by, JASMINE TURNER
I am not god.
So I cannot see everything you claim to do,
all that ails you, all the work you do.
I can only hope you do it.
I am not god.
I cannot read your mind, if you wish for something
sometimes you’ll just have to ask,
I can only hope you will.
I am not god.
So I ask you please stop expecting perfection of me.
I can’t always change the world, but I see the beauty in the filth.
I can only hope you try to.
I am not god.
I am not you either father. I cannot and do not see,
think, or act like you, or how you wish. I am me.
I can only hope you get that.
AUTUMN
i hope to remember this day
just as i hope to forget
about the better of two evils
whos face i line with green and gold
they say the past repeats
i hope that they are right
but i pray that they are wrong
but i can neither hope nor pray
so now i live my life
pretending there's no past tense
but now's the time
when pretending should be past
a picture that you've seen
a thousand words are all the same three
like a photo that i burned
burned into my memory
i look at where i stand
from where i see myself
and think if i'd only knew
i would hate what i've become
could i change anything at all?
Louis: How are things down there? Hear the Northern and Southern States are
having quite the disagreement. Congrats for becoming president.
Abraham: You're right about the unrest. I just hope a war doesn't break out soon.
How did you get so far- and even leave Earth - in the first place?
Seems to me it would be colder than ice out there!
Louis: Thank goodness for rockets and spacesuits. That's what enaabled me to
travel to the moon - not that I expect you to understand in your time! And believe
me you're right about the cold! Feels great to be weightless too.
Abraham: Man on the moon sure is quite the achievement. Probably beats all these
appointments I have! Well, have to sign bills, meet people, and so forth. Have a
great time and bring back a moon rock!
Louis: Thanks and hope you don't get too busy! Going to spend a while out here
and hooray for America! See you later.
There is a cluster of figs
One is good size not far from getting ripe
But this time of year on this hillside
Next to the creek soon frost could come
Ole' Jack Frost bringing that white
Devoring tender shoots and figs
Figs that are late out of season
So as to speak
But there is hope for that one fig
Maybe I will get to taste of its
Delicate fruit that is delicious
Wonderful to the hungry soul
I hope that I do; nothing like a mature fig
There goes your life
Ain't ya gonna get it?
It's gonna pick up speed
Ain't ya gonna stop it?
I don't know where it's going
But it doesn't look so great
I think you better stop it
Before it gets too late
I think you ought to slow it down
Before it gets in a crash
Think of what may lie ahead
And don't do anything else rash
There goes your life
I hope that it can swim
I hope that nothing too bad comes
Because of your sudden, stupid whim
There goes your life
You set it on it's way
Now ain't ya gonna catch it?
Or shall we close our eyes and pray?
April 2010
I see the shots,
I hear the screams.
See devil eyes,
they look at me.
Living with you,
is living a crime.
I see you hate me,
Its in your mind.
Surrounded by evil,
Surrounded by words.
The words i've said,
i hope you heard.
The cursing i said,
the cursing to you.
not cursing of lies,
but cursing of true.
Not worth my time.
your not worth it.
i hope you know,
no ones perfect.
Listen …. Hear that?
Quiet
I’m all alone. No one here
(I hope she’s ok) Now I can write
Computer hum, traffic noise
Hear that
Radio talking to me and
Selling me
(I hope she’s ok)
Something …
Computer’s humming
And the Red Sox lost again
(Carry on my wayward son…)
She wants me to add her as a friend
No way! (I hope she’s ok)
Too ugly!
(Lay your weary head to rest…)
What’s this about the Patriots?
(I hope she’s ok) I missed it
(Once I rose above the noise and confusion)
(Please let it be easy for her!!!!)
Wow, it’s quiet around here
(Just to get a glimpse behind this illusion….)
Nice and quiet here today
What the hell was I doing?
(I hope she’s ok)
Medical pot is just what I don’t need.
Took me twenty four years to mend
my craving for the lesser evil deed,
not counting the dough I had to spend.
Cigarettes are nothing compared to pot.
Say what you want, your physical health
deteriorates, your mind starts to rot.
Your life declines, along with your wealth.
The case history of a young girl in need,
I was fortunate enough to have privy to.
At twenty four she was doing the dirty deed.
Just to buy pot and do what pot heads do.
Busted several times over five years.
You can see her decline at a glance.
The booking photos bring on tears.
Her aging from pot is very advanced.
So, no I don’t need the wonder weed.
I hope you don’t let it bring you strife.
This is the advice I hope you’ll heed.
You, your family, all those in your life.
© Jun 10 2010 For Michael’s Medical Marijuana contest
.
I guess some questions are hard to define
Like the desert landscape I’ve changed with time
I’ve spent my life dealing with a monkey
A dope cook, convict, a worthless junkie
A prison gang member, nothing to lose
Then one day I stepped out of those shoes
Decided to change whatever the cost
Prove in this life, hope is never lost
42-years of living the wrong way
I turned to the Lord and gave it away
I am old and gray with wisdom for truth
I hope that I can enlighten the youth
I serve Jesus Christ for he is my Lord
Picked up my Bible and laid down my sword
I’m a student who truly loves to learn
I reckon in this life, I’ve earned my turn
I’m a man who truly adores my wife
Guiding my kids through the trials of life
A born again christen able to see
A poet’s heart is bubbling in me
Everything a man could be in this life
Serving my Lord in honor of my wife
A man who made use of all his regret
I’m the morning sunrise, evening sunset
I didn't think I would get this far,
But, here I am walkin' the hall.
She's in the other room giving birth,
To our child, so meek and small.
Now I have to step up to the plate,
Because it rests on me.
The food, the clothes, the shoes, and more,
And all that activity!
We have to pick a name for one,
That's a burden only we can carry.
I hope it's a boy for all this talk,
Because she really likes the name of Teri.
Now it will be more than just the name,
We'll have to save for college too!
And if it is a girl...
Pay for a wedding? What will I do?
It drives me crazy with all these thoughts,
Of the things that may one day be.
And I haven't even found out yet,
If I am a New Daddy.
It's my dilemna, I'll live with it,
As I keep crossing up and back on this floor.
I just hope that when I hear the news,
I won't go screaming for the door!
In a calm black
Darker than darkness
I'm perfectly blind
With ignorance to confess
All there is that I can sense
Is the movement of my chest
I can hear and imagine
Nothing besides my breath
This place is unfamiliar
Yet I've been here many times
The same color, the same silence
You'd not sense a life or dime
Although the lack of light
Would seem to impend doom
Somehow I feel infinite hope
As if it thrives in this dark room
I want my eyes to open
But they stay closed for unknown reason
I long for a flicker of light
In this black so cold, so freezing
I hope and I hope for a sight to come
What I'll see, I don't know
All I know is I'm blind to the future
And all I have for it is hope
March 2010
Falling up stairs,
With no hope to conjure up,
That tomorrow will find me,
And I’ll get the chance
To try it all over again,
Mess it up again,
Disappoint again,
And maybe, just maybe,
There will be a little bit of new hope
To fix it all up again.
He looked up at the skies as if he saw the heavens open as his heart bled
seeing the clouds engulf the face of the earth
reluctantly, he was glad he was living
a lifeless soul, but still breathing
the mysterious misery of his daily life left him stranded and soaked in his worldly desires
drenched in the tears of his abominable fears
he lived outside in the cold, the last place he preferred
he lost his job, couldn't pay his rent
he went around begging, humiliated
this thought continually recurred in his head "How do I start all over again"
He lay outside in the cold for over two months
shivering in tears, gnashing for hope
feeling abandoned
to him all hope was lost
Good news!
a letter of appointment had arrived at his former residence
the present occupant read the name on it
to his amazement, it was addressed to his current residence and had the name of the former
occupant
the man in the paper who had taken his life by slashing his wrists
Please don't give up
your time will come
here is a message of hope for us all.
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