I sit and I wait
Wait for your return
Have I done enough
My tummy starts to turn
I don’t know when it will happen
or why I want to stay
but here is all I’ve wanted, since I’ve been away.
I look for my home, but home is in the past.
Now everything is broken,gone and I’m the last.
I don’t know what I want, where I’m meant to be
What I want from life, young me I am truly sorry.
I’m so desperate to find my world but strictly clinging on
To toxic relationships that I know have gone all wrong
But the past is what I want, where I once felt me
A decade on and I just cannot feel free
I’ll continue the cycle until I’m unstuck and happy
I know why I go back, to feel truly loved
Controlled, told what to do, just for that one hug
That feeling of safety when I was once a child
Where waking up and living life, was all and enough
The nights fly by
and the days just float
I wish for a long night drive
or a day on a boat
I want time for this
I need time for that
Ignorance is bliss
Knowledge is a trap
For Time is no friend
And Time is no foe
From the past i will mend
And for the future be grown
Now we know what we wish we hadn't
and forget what means the most
For what time gives he also takes
Time will always be my favorite host
we must strong
must move on
what was bad
its still sad
what other face
for there race
life is a task
before you run out gas
stop
LIVING IN THE PASS
Living in the past
is it familiar
is it sweet
it depends on the memories you meet
Living in the past
is it safe
is it smart
it depends on the courage that’s in your heart
Living in the past
is it life
is it real
it depends on the happiness you can steal
Do you sit and think on the past,
And ask yourself, why do I feel like this?
You cannot undo what has been done,
Then ask yourself, how long will it last?
I was 70 years old, just last week,
And memories are just as fresh today,
As if they had happened yesterday.
Let them go I hear folk say, stop living in the past.
When my time is over and I have breathed my last,
Maybe then I'll know I'm truly free at last.
© Dave Timperley 25 July 2016
Play for me, Long May You Run,
to shed a tear and reminisce
of open roads when life begun,
to think of those now gone and missed.
Play for me a tender song
to share with some good friends like you.
Let's laugh and cry and sing along.
I know you feel the way I do.
Faced with the choice of moving on
or falling in the past's abyss,
I'd rather meet each day's new dawn
with those dear souls I love and miss.
Long may they run, sun-kissed somehow,
though I have changed so much since then.
I wonder if they'd know me now
and warm me with their love again.
Inspired by Neil Young's Long May You Run, 11/12/2014
The Emancipation Proclamation was put
into effect in 1863,
That meant freedom for slaves,
the ones who looked like me,
blood, sweat, and bullets were shed along
with tears,
innocent civilians put through years of hell
and fed with fears,
nooses invaded necks,
in the home of the brave,
in the home of the slaves,
blood flowing as they gaze,
lynchings were congregational,
often invitational,
white kids kids were taught to look at
them as merely educational,
he is just another tally in the stat book,
slaves screaming until exhaustion as they
were made to look,
saliva often found homes on the pits of
our face,
jeopardizing our case,
exasperating our race,
if you had children they often vanished
without a trace,
we were taught not to embrace,
each other in any way,
I know the only way we made it out is the
good Lord's grace..
Why do you insist on living in the past
While you have reached your goals at last?
Why do you insist on living in such a dream
While the revolution became a main stream?
Why do you insist on seeing the dark side
Though you have already changed the tide?
Why do you stop thinking for tomorrow?
And insist on living in such sorrow.
You have made a new life for the coming generation
And that is really considered a great creation.
Stop living in the past.
You have succeeded at last.
writing these poems brings a tear to my eyes,
as i am not a man that really cries,
it brings back some pain, i felt in the past,
and to be honest, i can speak about it at last,
i have had some great times and some so sad,
but i quess my life has not been so bad,
i have a son and a lovely wife,
what else can a man ask for in his life,
some times i have been bad, but now i am good,
i know how to live life now, just like i should,
i think it is time now to live without regret,
but it i think it is something i never shall forget,
if there is one thing that i should say,
thats dont live in the past but live for today.
"There was a whisper
Unheard...
But by the wind
Only to be answered
By the rustle
of dusty old curtains
Lovely young thing
absorbed in her own beauty
Century old stairs
creaking under the
weight of the breeze
There's a moon,
lusty and full
Shining on the fresh
fallen snow
It's magic lost
in the emptiness
My eyes stare out
of the long cracked window
Wisps of cold
frost my breath
A copse of trees
The old white barn
Long gone
But in my memory
It's six P.M.
Popeye's on the tube
Dad is finally home
Nightly potatoes mashed
We rush to greet him
Hopeful of a treat
Little realizing
the treat was
all about us...
50 years later
When memories are
my only treasures
I thank my God
for love and family
I miss them, oh
So much
I sleep alone
I eat alone
I cry alone at night
I twist
I turn
I wonder why
there is no way
I can never
smile the same."
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