Long Im sorry Poems
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As incredulously the second
hand ticks cuckoo tock
And malevolent the noon is high
I amongst the many few
Gaze upon the circumspect
Of the floating traveling
ghosts slowly moon-walking by
Trying best not to reflect
the stained glass mirror
watching back
Drawing their attention to what
has gone before
Safely entrenched i whisper
lie behind 3 locked bolted door
Inbetween elongated gulps of
breaths to ward away my state
of panic from attacks
I fuse my thumbs to tack
my ears and draw the nearest
pillow to hide my masked face
If grace and peace are but
a death away i steely pray
cometh it to take me quickly
As i fear the many stones i
have thrown throughout
my life
Are about to come crashing
down and through this very prison
of windows i have chosen to
seek refuge in
My skin is crawling so thick
with goose bump flesh my
body hair is cascading through
the basement floor
And all for what i do not
know nor can explain who
what and why i am today
I am of my own self creation
self made of every bad
misguided decision and
path taken
And given that i have reached
and crossover to this point
If i was to make my appologies
and say im sorry for merely
to placate my selfish state
of grace
A lesser man than even
i could ever hate to be
shadow
I'd expect to be standing cursing
me to hell and back
Resplendent righteous in the
very slippers i failed so
miserably to fill
I’m sorry for the shirt that I soaked
I’m sorry for the pry and the probe
What about the push and the shove
How about the grip turned to grope
I’m sorry for the tears that I cried
I'm sorry for the mess that I left behind
I’m sorry for the gas you wasted
My tank is full but I’m running empty,
But I am tired of saying I’m sorry
The things I wasted can’t be bought
A hundred wasted promises
A thousand wasted wishes
A million wasted kisses
Im sorry for the things left unspoken
What about my soul that was broken?
So I’ll turn the page, let the clock unwind,
Embrace the moment, leave the waste behind,
The journey is more than the goal,
The roads that we wander can nourish the soul.
So here’s to the miles that I’ve spent for the day,
In the art of redemption, I’m finding my way..
But I am tired of saying I’m sorry
The things I wasted can’t be bought
A hundred wasted promises
A thousand wasted wishes
A million wasted kisses
In the stillness of a lazy noon,
I find myself humming a forgotten tune,
I’m sorry you’ve wasted my time.
I'm sorry I can’t make up my mind.
If you were to ask me
Be the one to catch me, before i take the fall
You'd be the only one waiting, afterall
For whence i open my mouth and
Spill a sea of pills tinged with reddened liquor
I think you'd listen, then
If i took advice from any voice, it'd say 'give up'
But then again the only advice i ever took was the gurgles from down below
Onwards, outwards, suck inwards and hollow
If i gouged the gurgles, they'd say 'continue'
They'd count on me as i count every zero
They'd hold onto my head while i clutch the bottle
But, you'd catch me.
Incase i couldn't catch me
You'd advise me to give up
But i'd have fallen from your grasp
Onwards, downwards, i'd ignore the numbers from the liquor
For they'd spill from my mouth ever quicker
I'd have lost count, either way.
Hey, what did you want to say?
they do not know me so why do they stare
why do they kick me and pull at my hair
why do they hurt me do they not know
that i am the same i hurt after each blow
but it doesn't matter to them i am scum
my pain is their pleasure my pain is their fun
im so sick of living im so sick of life
which way should i end it a rope or a knife
a knife is too messy a rope is the way
got to get everything ready im leaving today
attach the rope to the ceiling im ready to go
make sure the doors locked so no one will know
the ropes round my neck and i start to cry
im sorry for everything im sorry GOODBYE
Form:
I dont want to crash i want to fly
I want to say im sorry i know i lied
Thats something i cant deny
I should have told the truth
I didn't want to hurt you
I hope that we can get thru
I never meant to break your heart
Our souls aren't meant to be torn apart
Can we have a fresh start
You are my special one
Our relationship cant be done
Believe me i love you hun
So let me prove myself
Because you know your top shelf
I cant imagine you with someone else
Fell in love with you at first sight
Wont give up without a fight
I promise you I'll make it right
Can you give me one more chance
I understand the consequence
Dont let this be our last dance
Form:
Standing on a mountain of a distant place
looking along the valley of time and space,
Death appears as roiling,boiling mist,
we might run in fear and desire to survive,
in the end he will claim us all all on his list.
Their is no escape the cry of those who disbelieved,
offering billions to the gatherer of souls in vain,
what use has death for riches and things,
One that can go where he wills and desires,
Reaping all with his mighty scythe sharp and cruel,
throwing all onto his eternal fires.
many will beg and crawl with words of "Im Sorry ",
Save me please, turn your back and hide your ears,
they betrayed you once and will do so again,
destroyed a world for profit and gain
lied to us over and over caring not for mortal souls.
All those of light fear not we may die ,
our essence though will fly to the stars whence we came,
Those who walk in shadowy dark light,
are forever doomed to endless pain.
andre mcintyre 2024 /6/1.
Run fast my son
And always stand tall
Seems were not welcome here
Were not welcome here at all
Run faster my son
Its time you must be strong
For we have to sneak into America
They say we don't belong
Run fast my son
Amongst the crowd u'll blend
Don't draw attention to yourself
Americas not our friend
Run fast my son
Lets leave this place
Were not welcome here
Were not the right race
Run faster my son
Now their right on our trail
If were caught in America
Were going to jail
So run my young son
Run with all of your might
Were almost out of America
Their almost out of sight
Rest now my young son
We've left the United States
Rest well my son and Im sorry
For taking you to America,where everybody hates
PALLANES
Form:
I saw you again today.
On your way to a train stop somewhere on my route home.
Just like how I saw you yesterday, actually.
About two roads down,
you passed by me while I was driving around just to roam.
I saw your face as I sat to eat with my darling partner.
You would love to meet them.
I see you a lot recently, actually,
It's an epidemic the way I see you but never say hey.
But I always found it odd.
How you cut contact with the world and moved down to the same routes I take now.
Your last words to me were something like —
“Im sorry you won’t ever see my face again.”
And sent me a selfie.
A cruel cosmic joke told by the best comedian I knew.
They say when your friend commits suicide, they’ll stay in your life forever.
I always called it stupid,
They won’t be there forever, they died and you never saw them in person.
But I saw you today.
On a bus ride to nowhere.
You turned to look at me and I could almost swear…
You smiled.
I wish I could say it wasn't that time of year again like the story finally stopped repeating but sadly not all love stories are happy.....
I wonder if you think how about I feel
If im okay or if im crying....
I wonder if you think man does she hate me
If I wish I never met u
If I regret our marriage
I wonder if you feel bad
That you've hurt me again....
That you put me second again
That again you made me feel unwanted...I wonder...
How do you sleep if u even sleep at all...
Does the drugs numb the pain you feel from hurting me....
Do you even care u hurt me....
Can u feel me slipping away...
Does it scare u..
Are u worried...
Maybe you should be...
Years of disloyalty, lies, secrets...do u care how its destroyed me...
I wonder if u regret it..
The kids, the marriage, the engagement hell even dating me again...I wonder....
Have you fallen out of love?
Has me constantly fighting for us for these past years not been enough....
Maybe...I wonder
If I would give in..give money for the drugs, the alcohol, your constant wants...would it be enough...
If I let you have sex with others would I be enough...
WHEN WILL I BE ENOUGH
our love story used to be once upon a time now its here we go again...
If fairytales happen why did ours become tragic...
Will you miss me
When im gone
When im no longer referred to as your wife
When the papers are finalized...
When I finally stop fighting for us..
Will you miss me?
I made mistakes i live with everyday but how does what I did twice compare to you 10 plus times...
I could say im sorry but ive done that constantly and nothing changes....
Do they make you happy?
Does them letting you do whatever you want make you feel free...
Maybe...maybe you'll always be chasing the drugs and the girls who buy or give it to you....
As sad as it may be our story is coming to an end where Harley leaves her Joker and never looks back.
Love is hard to find they say if you got someone worth fighting for fight but they never talk about what to do when the heartbreak is worse than the love they give....
I bid you farewell and best wishes...my new chapter starts..
Once upon a time but only with the children this time...
So long and farewell my friend
Let our love die like Romeo and Juliet
i strive for you baby
Justice raped by a State of Wetbacks
Justice be a Commanders first love
You are stuttering cap that bull, you give a full account
What render aide? aint that a law?
Wait look at the video tape
Well DA said I was a special case.
Hey its ok Dan, hell man I been up there with you
Looking hard studying ever face of my Jurors
My fury, my fault, I still fall hard Im sorry Sheriff's
S.O. be paid and served with high respects
Jefferson be a racist mofo in my book
I pass by you like Soputhern gentlemen do
Respect? well Sir i carry a sword too
And I remember her, yea 911 operator a hot line
And The Captain hes hell on wheels
trust me you dont want to be on his badside
I learned this the hard way
In cell 1 segergation 4 mnths
Seashells were awesome back then
My cousin Amys daughter drowned to death
My mom got my kids back from the state
Oh yea I was in 7 highspeed chases
And trust Justice she always served me well