Sometimes the words unspoken are remembered always,
For the silence cries reminding why you trail behind :
Sometimes the words unspoken are the seamless notions - caged in a prison ,
and soon loose there existence.
Sometimes words unspoken are tempest in a calm sea;
possessing the power to win over.
Sometimes words unspoken are the trumpet of a triumph never blown -
or the existence of love that was never shown..,
An appreciation never made,
or a wail to which heed was never paid.
BUT Sometimes words unspoken are deeper felt
Better expressed:
Because eyes speak in silence
and each emotion is crystal clear.
Then are heard the words unspoken..
Forbidden..Abandoned..
Still the deepest of emotion are;
The words unspoken.
To the tempest what all needed was a drop of the calmest sea,
Yes, a drop of the calmest sea.
Sometimes in life, words have to be said
Because sometimes in life these words have to be read
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The poet is in the coffee shop,
jotting down words,
The words of the poet,
so surreal, so honest,
Words of the poet,
are read by many,
standing up on a stage,
speaking words into the microphone,
drawing the audience in,
the words of the poet...
see i dont know much about writing styles ,, but i have taken a class or two
imm not much for mathmatics
but give me a pen and paper and, words just flow
because you see
to be a great writer
to be a excellent story teller
you have to have lived life
for 17 almost 18 years
i lived
lived and learned about
the hardships of life
and the pleasures of life
because isn't all literature
the understanding of life
the search of questions
....
imm not a rocket sciencetist
but i am a writer
a proud thing i love to share
because with words imm set free
with words i understand
with words i find my self
a thing i forget at times
but never lose
...
for me
my writing defines me
and imm proud of that
So sweet the memories of adolescent thoughts about becoming another icon across the
world to enlighten, entertain, inspire, and touch the hearts of so many with simply
putting words together in a complex sequence and somehow they can't help but feel
exactly as I did at that moment in time reading page after page, watching the words
and actions unfold before their eyes, gradually grasping the emotions through all
senses, time goes on to smack me brutally in the face with actuality that this world I live
in is too far gone with the ignorance and stupidity of every other fad out the back door
till its too long worn out then long forgot only to glanced at as either a mistake or
another memory of yesterday's lifetime, never eager to quit and timidly fiending for the
next step to a future of sweet accomplishment. -poetic
“Couple in the next room
Bound to win a prize
They’ve been going at it all night long”
While I’m sitting here alone
To no one’s surprise
That’s a common theme in my life’s song
“Well I’m running down the road trying to loosen my load
I’ve got seven women on my mind”
It’s hard to stop and think
With my libido on the blink
Peace and quiet is so hard for me to find
In my psychedelic world
Where variety gives me all my thrills
The words of my first grade teacher
Sound so obscene:
“Flowers are red young man
Green leaves are green
There’s no need to see flowers any other way
Then the way they always have been seen”
“And I’m laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone,
goin’ home”
But my women troubles stay
In the next room the loud couple still play
And the words of the psychedelic flower hater
Won’t leave me alone
Paul Simon – “Lincoln Duncan”
Jackson Browne – “Take It Easy” (also performed by The Eagles)
Harry Chapin – “Flowers Are Red”
Simon and Garfunkel – “The Boxer”
in response to his baptist cousin’s question
as to whether he had started looking to
religion
as a way of dealing with his newfound pancreatic cancer
of which
nothing medical could be done
he simply replied, “no”---
to one son asking if philosophy was doing anything for him
he repeated the same---
in fact, it wasn’t until he was asked if anything at all
had brought him meaning in those last days,
that he answered without pause---
“poetry.”
beyond all the vast reading that this brilliant man had done in his life
all the intellectual horizons that he had pondered
it was the
“slow meanders” & “stuttering embers”
which brought him life---
the flavors of words which he himself could never cook up
those rhythms &
rhymes
which the likes straight-up philosophers had never seemed to grasp
with the same
umph
that poetry did.
may the rest of us be so lucky as to “stockpile” our hearts & minds with the words of our
favorite poets
&
lyricists
who have formed the backbone of every step through this hopscotch game we call
life.
If I knew… there need not be
Have you known… have you seen?
Did you wish not for what to see?
Is there that wish for that dream?
I would have known otherwise
You would have known the other
If I do, do you not deny?
Are there those words if not meant for another?
Those of words not meant to be
That of said… as well I do not hear
If seen ain’t never for one to see
What lies for one’s heart to truly dear?
I do not know until
Might I have known an otherwise?
Those of words… if only you knew
Need I for another to… lie
If your knew… there need not be
You have seen… would you have known?
Have you wish not for what to see?
Is there that dream… once own?
Do not think when you whisper
A gossip to a friend
Your words will not
Be heard
And go around speaking wrong
Of another person’s name
Telling only those you think
Can be trusted
A little wind will
Come blowing from nowhere
And steal the words
From your mouth without you
Noticing
Compose them into a song
And sing it across the land
And when it comes to greet
The ears of those you were
Trying to keep the words away from
Their ear drums will amplify
The music, exagarate the words
And drum them so loud
For all ears to hear
And drum and drum and drum
and the music will come back
To haunt you
While others seem to enjoy it
It will sound like pollution
To your ears, you
The writer of the song
Do not think
What you tell your friends
In a whispering voice
Deriving fun out of other people’s
Problems, laughing with all
Your teeth out can never be heard
Your words will clearly write
Their message in black
Against the whiteness of your teeth
They will pronounce their meaning
In your careless laughter
no phrase that I've mentioned
till now
has moved a leaf
no imagination
has now ever lived
still
inside a dark room
i waste the time
so precious for
the words to rhyme
a dim light pressured
by a melting glue
that holds a life
as i empty the
imagination i lived
and words fill the empty
floor
I see life in a creative way
I let the ink and paper have their say
The lyrical words dance and glide
Forming round me, go with the ride
So join me as I sway.
I need to express through words I write
Life's an inspirational delight
Many sights to make me smile,
And make me frown, come stay a while.
See through my eyes so bright.
A few days of Sunshine a few days of pain
A few days of Joy a few days of rain
A few words of kindness a few words of stress
A few words of peace a few words of meaness
A few tears of happiness a few tears of lamentation
A few tears of celebration a few tears of deppression
A few smiles of mercy a few smiles of condemnation
A few smiles of forgiveness a few smiles oppression
5 April 2011 9:00 AM Bobb Marly
The words passed through my lips,
Before my head had time to think.
The inflicted pain was not the intent;
If only my words I could take back.
Before my head had time to think
My emotions got the better of me.
If only my words I could take back;
Suffering in silence I would prefer.
My emotions got the better of me;
As sometimes they’re apt to do.
Suffering in silence I would prefer;
My immaturity shone through.
As sometimes they’re apt to do,
Words were spoken with a bitter sting.
My immaturity shone through;
It was with thoughtless ignorance.
Words were spoken with a bitter sting;
The inflicted pain was not the intent.
It was with thoughtless ignorance
The words passed through my lips.
I am filled inside with words
That are trying to get out
Like an errant flock of birds
I fly about and shout
Let out what you can
Do not fill so much you burst
Even make another plan
You will not be the first
Words are our expressions
To show what we will do
Always make good impressions
To show that you are true
Say what you can say
Do not hold it in
To find another way
Is anything but sin
My word is my bond
Am I telling the truth
I would never abscond
That would be so uncouth
Are you liking my words
Or even hating my text
With the fluttering of birds
Am I really so vexed
The words drawn from my mind
Siphoned out just for you
Some words leave me blind
And feeling quite blue
My words make me happy
Smiling large for the day
Yes I do things quite snappy
So I can go out and play
My words can say bye
Even saying hello
And I don’t to try
What say will bellow
I came to a path that showed me the way
It lead me to night and It lead me to day
There was never a one way or dead end
There was never a message I tried to send
the words are simple and the meaning is there
The paths are uneven, and life isn't fare
I walked and walked until sweat stroked my cheek
I walked and walked until my existence was week
I fell to my knees and asked for a sign
something that would tell me which path is mine
But the path just grows longer and it winds into the sky
If only it were easy, if only I could fly
over the trees over the clouds
but the words are simple and the meaning is true
so I kept on walking if only I flew
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