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O! You are naive
You are barbaric indeed
In you, I am disappointed
We sight each other everyday
We smile to one another each day
We fondle one another day by day
Aren’t we married for years?
In number, it was thirty three plus three years
O! Electricity
You are but faulty
You bit me with your electricity teeth
Just as snake bites
Believe me
Please trust me
Pray I shall not stand
As I lay flatly on this ground
Enjoying pain of your thunder bit
After cascaded from long distance poll
As long as the firmament
Laughing though tears drool
You are defunct!
I mean it you are extinct!
O! Poetry soup, don’t plead me
Don’t plead me
Okay I shall show mercy
For my fellow poets to viewing their poetry
They need electricity
Imagine a 13 year old kid touring with the likes of B.B. King and
John Lee Hooker, shredding his guitar and singing the blues with
raw emotion from his heart. Smokin' Joe Bonamassa has played
guitar since a young child and only gets better as the years go by.
I love the beat in his song, So, It's Like That, it shows his bluesy
guitar and voice, and has inspired me to write my own lyrics for
his song, So, It's Like That, about pain and despair of lost love.
~ and they go like this ~
I had the feeling, that everything with us, was okay
but your unkind words, make our love, cold gray
so, it's like that . . . so, it's like that
you broke my heart- break, break it, just like that
I am way beyond, shattered, and singing the blues
drowning my pain, and despair, with drugs and booze
so, it's like that . . . so, it's like that
you broke my heart- break, break it, just like that
yeah, yeah
(guitar blues interlude)
You kicked my faith, and love, into the garbage, and smashed it
I was a fool to love, and trust, a hypocrite
so, it's like that . . . so, it's like that
you broke my heart- break, break it, just like that
so, it's like that . . . so, it's like that
you broke my heart- break, break it, just like that
yeah, yeah
I am sorry
If only those words can easily heal the pain,
If only those words can make your smile comes back.
If only those words can turn back time,
I would say it a hundred million times.
But the pain caused by betrayal are far long to gone
too long if you've betrayed not only once but twice.
Say what should be done to subside the aches,
Oh if only I could turn back time.
You, the one who saves me from cruel reality.
You, the one who accepts my imperfections.
You, the one who understands me more than anybody else.
You, the one that I betrayed.
But just before I have fallen, you catch me,
You still stay by my side
You still hold me in your arms
You still love me and keep in your heart.
Why do you care that much?
Why do you love me that much?
The answers I couldn't find,
I couldn't see it in myself.
You are my best friend.
You are my lover.
You are the blessings in my life
I couldn't ask for more.
Thank you my Love.
<2014-02-26<
For my very special friend...hope everything will be okay now, for the love of the family.
(when living nightmare pierced real time
thus engendering the following rhyme)
adrenaline powered stealth bomb blast
with the noggin of this, ah... ur... bane chap,
which debilitating anxiety doth outlast
means to cope (thunder and dumb struck)
with stranger mental things
at expressed vertigo, nausea, racing heartbeat
ogres recreated tormented, torpedoed, tortured
most decades from my yesteryear,
which aye presumed long passed.
now, within my head "guerilla"
warring faction
lobs a grenade followed by "bombs away"
broadside finding this body electric doing
a kamikaze nosedive into sick bay
where major organs suffer direct hit
analogous to a giant fist
smashing pumpkins,
sans thine flesh as if clay,
which psychic sortie plagues my ability
to function reduced
tub bing bedridden one day
approximately one week ago
from this thirtieth of April
tooth house sand ate teen gray
ting, grinding, and grounding with figurative
threshing blades employed
to winnow chaff from hay
literally crushing willpower,
where invisible jaws
of sharpened steel interlay
atop pulling stalwart garrison strafed,
(akin to a crash test dummy) named Jay
Walking to become blindsided
obliterating every last trace to stay alive
hence, this emergency transmission,
viz this bloke communicating
desperate plaintive wail,
that I haint okay
with plea PLEASE HELP
this tortured soul on verge pray
begging tubby rescued before drowning
like a panicky gull clay pigeon,
and buoy albatross
strangling me far distant from any quay
quickly sinking spirits,
abducted via fiendish runaway!
Do It Again
When I was little I fell down.
We all did that.
When, we were little.
Later, I fell off…
A ladder, a motorcycle, a cart, a bike,
several other motorized vehicles commercially,
and non-commercially constructed by
back yard engineers of extremely high standing…
at least in Our Corner of the World.
The one common denominator was “get up.”
Get back in it, on it, under it, or where ever you ride it…
and do it again… maybe not that way… however.
Today as I went out to pick up something,
I was not motorized, but there were wheels involved.
Get the mail, get a trash can or other thing…
Bring it back to the house.
That I had done…
ten thousand times before.
Instead I found something new…
Flight.
I also found pavement.
Hard and unyielding,
completely rearranging…
parts…
of me…
A bruise, a scrape and I know an angel limped from the scene.
There were at least a dozen white feathers…
Nothing broken, except my pride.
That is okay. It is useless anyway.
I do not think the soul departs
with trumpets, bells, or grand goodbyes.
I think it lingers quietly
in humble, unassuming skies.
It settles in familiar things,
in weathered books and creaking floors,
in trinkets tucked in dusty drawers,
and memories behind closed doors.
Perhaps that is why I still stop
for little things left far behind,
for worn-out pages, faded notes,
and relics others never find.
Perhaps I know what waiting is,
to sit in silence, still and small,
to hope one day a hand might reach
and say you mattered after all.
The years have wandered through my bones,
some dressed in sunlight, some in rain,
some passing gently like a hymn,
and some arriving dressed as pain.
Yet strange keepsakes remain with me,
still resting softly in my care:
a reverence for wonderment,
a heart that notices who's there,
the quiet child beside the crowd,
the weary eyes that look away,
the lonely soul pretending strength
while trying hard to seem okay.
There are still rooms inside of me
where lanterns cast a golden glow,
where dragons sleep and stories breathe
and hidden worlds still wait below.
For life can make us practical,
can bid us set our dreaming down,
can teach us to lower hopeful eyes
and wear a cautious, guarded crown.
But something deep within me stayed.
Not whole. Not untouched. Not the same.
Just faithful as an ember's glow
still whispering beneath the flame.
And maybe that is grace itself,
that after all we've journeyed through,
the smallest treasures somehow stay,
still keeping little parts of you.
And there they sit through passing years,
like cherished friends beside the fire,
saving your place with patient hands,
until your wandering heart grows tired.
Lily pranced through the woods on her way to somewhere
The oaks, elms and maples whispered of her glorious mirth.
Today she has a Rubenesque friend, something new.
Something not often found in the woods, a baby elephant.
How do you know what it is? Asked a mushroom to the moss.
I once saw a photo of one when she was reading a book here.
This amazed the mushroom, who had no idea how to read.
The elephant trumpeted to say “I don’t know how either; it’s okay.”
Who speaks elephant? The mushroom asked the violets.
They tittered and glittered, but were too silly to answer.
Lily stopped smoking for a second to check on Poindexter.
“Are you coming?” Poindexter held up a note.
“And he can write!” Mushroom was shocked at this.
“I thought everyone could write,” a dead leaf said.
The woods were getting a bit crazier every day.
Mushroom felt a relief when the wind carried off the leaf.
Okay lets get something straight
I know all this my be being said way to late
But you need to know
That it’s you as a person I appreciate
Even though I think
Of us getting back together again
Every single moment of every single day
And these thoughts never go away or astray
There are some things I still need to say
That is there may be prayers, hopes, wishes, and dreams on my part
Because you will always have the key to my heart
But I do separate reality from fantasy
And being with you again is not something from you I expect
This fact I’ve learned a long time ago to accept
Yet it’s true I’m having problems moving on
But those are my problems for which I have to learn to be strong
I’m saying all this
Because you are not calling
Here I am in a downward spiral falling
I miss you true
But most of all I miss you’re friendship
We had so much more than love
We had it all with a fit closer than a glove
We don’t have to give up it all just to try and find
Answers to questions we search to solve
I long to be a better person for me
Although family and friends push me to be
It’s a door I find so hard to open I lose the key
And there you are and it’s you that can make me see
How to go about opening it, hold on to the key and show me how to be free
Can’t you please give us another chance?
And no not for the sake of romance
Lets have our hearts together mend
And face the pain we have still are holding on to
Lets be there for each other with a shoulder to cry on and have an ear to lend
Maybe after a while we will be able to move, to bend again
And we will both be able to find the answers for which we seek
To bad we can’t look into our futures and just have a peek
Guess we’ll have to wait and see
Just what’s really meant to be
How I feel about you absolutly nothing is pretend
This time lets not have it end
All my love to you I’ll forever send
I need you here as my friend
In a two-week period, I lost four loved ones.
I have lost these friends and family after many of years.
I guess when you're the ones you love
Somehow, the sadness in you is hard to overcome
It might be someone in your family,friends,or even your pets.
Memories is something in your life you will never forget.
Sometimes these feelings will linger and linger on
Deep down, I know these feelings will never be gone.
Sometimes I will cry and, there always be sadness in my eyes.
I guess down inside of me
Knowing every day, my friends were that special prize
For my loved ones, it will never go away.
I will pray and hope everything will turn out okay.
As long as I'm living, you will never be forgotten.
I guess losing people I love
Just will not ease the pain.
I lost a lot of people who were close.
I can always remember their quotes and jokes.
You are now in Heaven.
But you will always have a place in my heart.
And the memory of you will be my keepsake.
You are in God's hands.
And I will always have you in my heart.
the child is six, and sharp
I knew this when he said “that looks like a DNA tester.”
What is a DNA tester? I asked.
“You know. You test blood, saliva and urine with it.”
I was impressed.
I had been asked to let the child know we cannot speak of guns in school.
Apparently he made the mistake of sharing a video game story of violence.
“Did you know we cannot say gun in school?” I asked him.
He stared at me.
Then he said “Can I say pistol?”
He is six, mind you, in first grade.
I shook my head “no”.
“Can I say assault rifle?”
“Is that a gun?”
He grinned.
He is bright, I will give him that.
Probably way too bright for his teacher.
I am the school counselor.
My job is to not appear bright.
“We cannot talk about any weapons at school,” I said.
“What about machete?”
“Not any weapons,” I warned him. “Okay?”
“Not even pink nun-chucks?”
I was running out of poker faces.