Long Lifeworld Poems
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Money….
What can you do with money?
Well let’s stop and think; Money can buy you all the stilettos or marble sinks
A new Bentley fully chromed and tricked out
With the rims sitting 26 inches and you’re wondering what the fuss is about
People are stealing your rims and all you seem to do is replace them
Money can buy you all your hearts desire
From expensive wigs, weaves, clothes,
To cell phones, booze, and whose
There is nothing good that comes from money
Gambling it all away loosing is never funny
They say money makes the world go round
But all I’ve found is the world to be upside down
I am discussed and dismayed with money today
Money always seem to find a way to send you to an early grave
Money will forever remain the root of all evil
For those who love, the money making believers
Form:
Often do things do not turn out as expected
How it becomes to be, how far we have come to see
And here we are with our every days as enlisted
Realizing all things to be made a memory
Working our days into lives we come to live
Loving another for a bond to be made
Seeking means for a willingness to believe
With an end to be compelled to simply await
Did we honestly choose for the lives we lead?
From the many confusions cause by the world today
Is there not a promise once… made to meet?
Can we even recall… from the disappearing yesterdays?
And we spend our lives searching for things we create
Believing for only an instance from the world made true
Towards another we learn ourselves to relate
Making sure along the way, to simply not be a fool
Irony can simply be the word to describe
Waiting our whole lives before the final comfort
Things to always be doing to only seem alike
How it becomes to be, only to see the way forward
i am only as good as the material i write
i only reflect on the wrongs and the rights
the ills of society the world as a whole
my chance to make a change
and achieve my goals
since poetry is a passion i love it to death
it's not for the fame nor is it 4 wealth
it's 4 my personal satisfaction 4 the world 2 enjoy
2 get things off my chest 2 play with like a toy
as i get better with time every line so intense
with every line that i write leaves you deeper in suspense
each day is something new off the top of my head
simply brilliant is the content of the poems u have read
this is freestyle poetry at least that's what i call it
my own style with a twist stayin true 2 my calling
the way i play with words i must say is so tight
so 2 all a good day and the happiest of nights
I shave every morning after making love to my wife at night;
My beard now drags across the floor.
If I had a nickel for every time that I was right,
The next time I am right I’ll have one cent more than four.
I am so tired I feel beat like a rented mule;
Seven days a week I must go to work.
Scratch my back with a chain saw and call me a fool;
For dropping out of college, I am such a jerk.
“Who licked the red off your apple”, is what she asks of me;
My mood is always kind of sour;
Civility lies buried in the grave with chivalry;
My days need another twenty hours.
I’d eat a one ton tomato, are the words I thought they sang
In that song from many years ago;
If the world really did begin with a cosmic blast big bang
Then Genesis is fiction, don’t you know.
If I had common sense it would be the pamphlet by Thomas Payne;
Though the pages would not be too well worn.
In a world all gone mad, normalcy makes you insane;
The civil contract, politicians have all torn.
If you had seen what I saw, you would saw the table in half
And crawl out the whole that the two halves now make;
If two wrongs make a right then I would be the one with the last laugh
As my life is but a series of mistakes.
If it’s another world I can picture
It will be my world only I can see
A world for my eyes… forever as clear
A world… I forever belong to have a real me
My world only, might I have to stand by?
Unknown to another world of quiet conflict
Moments we all learn to simply deny
An eventual of a little more humanity we leak
Giving up to give in
Giving a little of ourselves… time after
Was there that one dream?
For something sought for… if lesser?
My world for you to believe
My world I see of sufferings and greed
And within… alone I live
Did I not know the requirements to meet?
If to picture another world I did…
Can you picture my world for your eyes to see?
Yet seen never were for a stranger to bleed
This world… I forever belong to have a real me
I dreamt to become someone else
Someone to erase a past I can remember
I dream for a perfected future held
A dream to only be a dream forever…
I wanted to be… and I cannot be
The world to see… I cannot see
I am me… they are not me
For a world to be free, then I am free
Questions without answers
I have an answer without the question
In this world, in this time no one listens
I have both… and where be reasons?
Did they hear… have I fear?
And they sneer… have I neared?
What’s to dear… if not *****
Have you a tear to sheer?
I wanted to be… a someone… a dream
I wanted a dream…a someone... to be
If not perfected a someone else can I mean?
Yet a dream to only be a dream forever to be
I wish I knew what to do
I wish there is a way to move along
To live in a world I term unreal
With only an age more before I’m begone
Older I become… ignorance is to learn
Yet… isn’t older to be, to be wiser in turn
To be wiser to endure perhaps… is earn
Yet to endure… will I one day be burnt
Already a year more it has to be
Another year like this… what is to become of me?
Must ignorance be of ultimate remedy?
Before another age can procure freedom to be free
Our lives we live in rules given by man
We learn to be cultured and civilized… but did we?
As the world change, the world change towards every end
And of every end unaware for any one to see
Some maintain as their own
Others like me changes with time
Yet time was unknown to be known
To only leave everyone else behind
In that winter evening, I dread what I saw..;
The pain as the little child cried..!!
Left on the huge pile of straw..;
Shivering and crying the child look tired..!!
No one at sight, to answer the poor angel’s plight..;
Not a piece of cloth to shield her from the chilly breeze..;
Though the face now pale, eyes are still so bright..!!
Child is crying as she suffers in the natures might..!!
What wrong could she have done..??
Is being a girl is such a Burdon..??
Such a beauty but still left to die..;
I can see she is hurt as she has a bruised black eye..!!
I just can’t see her cry..;
I can’t help her, as she is not in the same world as I..!!
Slowly the loud cry turned low..!!
I knew she would die and that too slow..!!
How is this fair I wondered..??
The poor soul is dying ..;
As this world is no longer the place I loved..!!
The one I loved the most,
Has become worst than the wild..!!
Now even I pray for the angel to die..!!
Come back angel, come back to me..!!
I can’t even be forgiven..;
For the one who created this jungle is no one but me..!!
But never did I thought, my presence would be forgotten..!!
Love would be forgotten while hatred will prevail..!!
This world is to end sooner than I thought..;
As in that winter evening, I saw what I always dreaded..!!
Form:
It's always sad & sorrowful when
someone is taking so young from this world
whether it be murder or rape victims
children that disappeared years ago missing it's sickening
but...it's the world we live in yeah I know
death is a given but when it's taken from
the youth it's a tragedy a travesty
so every life that's lost...it feels like I...
knew them personally like one of my own family
you see I wear my emotions on my sleeves
so tell me while you're reading my
facial expression...what do you see
can you see it the anger hatred & turmoil
as a people how far we've fallen tell me
who's gonna catch us I know we live reckless oh Lord
but please have mercy on this nation
yes we are waiting to be taken from this place and
I can relate I lost a few comrades
it's like we writing off our own fate
when we let this world consume us
because we grew up with single mothers
& dads it's a sad site and we in the fight
of our life to stay alive overcome the temptations
of hardships and wanting to commit suicide or be a homicide victim
so I beg of you oh Lord throw us down some
comfort help us to rebuke the demons
help us to never overlook repentance
so that you never hear our prayers talking about
yet another death sentence
I touch the air around me
And I feel to have felt for a while… perhaps
Everything seen is through the air to see
Simply breathing in moments to have had
Nothing more they are, nothing more am I
Simply existing for importance termed
If seen… do they not float with a sigh
To survive perhaps for only moments yearn
So much there are, yet so little to feel
So much I am, yet to the world so small
Do I know… suppose if I knew
Becoming tears for moments once to befall
And nothing more can I do
Because the world can turn you but you cannot turn the world
Irony… for it’s a world we rule
And when troubled is it not back to the world we only hurl
Like nothing is the air around me
Feel did I felt it for a while… perhaps
A world only to be, a me if only to see
Simply to breathe in moments to once have had