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Writing Yet Again, grab my
pad, I grab my pen, in deep
thought I begin to write my
feelings I hide within.
Within the deepest part of my
soul,
These emotions I can't control,
and yet my heart won't let you
go, can't walk away and this
you know.
Deep inside my heart just
bleeds, and now I'm always
feeling weak, u ask me
questions I can't speak, look
you've done, done to me.
It seems I'm always gettin
jelous but baby boy I just can't
help it, it's that thing called
love, I thought u felt it.
Everytime I hear a text I think
it's her textin you that, and
then you always turn ya back
Juss to respond now what is
that?
You told me that u loved me
now your walkin away from me,
got me feeling like the dummy,
and it hurts to know you'd
leave me lonely.
Yet and still I can't speak.....
There's a lot of things I see,
and I pretend that I don't peep,
and u always lie to me, I guess
I'm blinded by this love.
This silly thing that we call love,
no one said it'll hurt this much,
knocks you down, don't help
you up.
That's the reason I can't
speak...
I'm always yearning for ya kiss,
always dying for ya touch,
always needed you to hold
me,prolly cause I love you so
damn much, and it Juss hurts
cause you don't see.
I always thought that you were
perfect, thought that maybe
you were worth it, and us two
together was for a purpose,
was this a BIG,BIG MISTAKE?
Gave you my heart, you balled
it up,
And some how I still can't get
enough,
Have I really gotten weak?
I've always had ya back since
day one and that's a fact, now
it's ya turn, and I get ya ass....
To kiss.
I truly do believe a good girl
you had indeed, somehow
someway u dont need me, I
was too blinded by your love.
People always tried to tell me,
let it go cause he's not worthy,
worthy of ya love.
And I'd Just sit and cry, I'd try
and try to deny it, hoping you'd
Just change, but I see that they
were right.
I stand putting up this fight,
and I know you no longer
like.... Me or even care.
So now I'll let you walk away,
still you'd be thought of
everyday, I know I'll miss you
Sooo damn much.
But you were Just keepin me
stressed always worried bout
the rest, instead of being here
and loving me.
But this is what I once called
love and swore I couldn't get
enough,
But here's from me to you,
cause I can't speak.....
Oh Mum:
Oh mum I’m so sorry I have to send this to you
You never wanted me to go, but I am not one of the few
Oh mum, remember when you kissed away my pain
I wish you could do that once more - yes again.
I’m so sorry mum on the day we did part
I remember your bravery even though I’d broken your heart.
The noise and the wet here and the terrible smell
I never believed your teachings of hell…
But I now know there is hell on earth
I’m here for a while for what it is worth
Remember when I had a stick for a gun
We played at war as children, it was such great fun.
I wanted to be a hero or soldier at best
A hero with a gun, and bullet proof chest…
You soothed and cajoled but I never did change
Oh mum how I wish this wasn’t so strange…
Remember when you wiped away my secret tears
I was angry you saw back then I had fears.
The rain is mingling mum, with tears running now
If only you could wipe them from me, someway, somehow.
The stench is overpowering the noise is intense
The bombs all around, dead men hung on razor-wire fence.
The death and destruction is all around
I’m floating and falling my thoughts do abound.
Oh mum, I wish I had listened to you
The glory I thought would be mine - and yours too
Be proud of me mum but I feel so helpless and small
I am not sure now- but I think I will fall.
I love you mum and I remember it well
The storms after dad died but you managed so well
You did a good job that’s what I like to think
You saw me through boyhood, manhood and drink.
I am here mum, I signed up I know I left you that day
I thought it would be fun like when I used to play
Here is death and destruction, and I don’t want you to read this
But I must say good-bye mum, your love I do miss.
The kisses you gave, you never did falter.
You watched over me, and I think I did alter...
I came to this war a man, I never realised the boy was still there mum
Today mum my last; I am your frightened little son.
My fears are now that without me, will you cope?
Without me mum - there is no false hope
I love you so much more everyday
But it’s time to say goodbye and I feel today is that day….
I wrote this after doing my family tree and found one of my great Uncles, the only one of thirteen siblings signed up and went to WWW1, not needing to do this as they were farmers. He died in the last week in France
©GG 18/07/2012
While on my way to Church one Sunday morning
Along the road I saw a car broke down
I stopped to see if I could help the driver
And he said I sure could use a ride to town
While riding into town just making small talk
He saw my Bible laying on the seat
He said that's one book there I don't believe in
Then he said these frightening words to me
I really don't believe in God or Heaven
And I don't think there really is a Hell
Then I said you need to listen to this story
This old country boys about to tell
Every time you reach into your pocket
And you pull out a bill to pay the man
You need to read what's printed on that dollar
Cause the words In God we Trust are in your hand
Then I reached downed on the seat and got my Bible
And I held it out and put it in his hand
I said my Mother gave this book to me some time ago
Then she said son, someday give to a friend
Then we rode off into town and not a single word was said
I dropped him off, I shook his hand, he just nodded his head
Then I went on to Church and as I heard those Church bells sound
I knew someday, somehow, someway this lost soul would be found
Then the days turned into weeks and the months turned into years
And his path and mine would never cross again
Then just the other evening, a knock came at my door
There a young man stood with a Bible in his hand
He said, sir you don't know me
But you once knew my Dad
And this Bible I am holding
Is the one that you once had
He said about twenty years age
His car broke down
And you picked him up along the road
And drove him into town
He said you held this Bible out
And put it in his hand
He said you said some words to him
He said you called him friend
This morning, I've lost track of time
I guess about six or seven
My father looked at me and smiled
Then the Lord took him to heaven
But the other day, he said son
The day that my life ends
Take this book home where it belongs
And give to my friend
When he handed me the Bible
Not a single word he'd say
I shook his hand, he smiled at me
Then he turned and walked away
When I opened up the Bible
It was then I'd understand
Cause he had written on the cover
In God we Trust is in our hands
Form:
"Happiness, where are you? You were here,
but now you're gone." You say this so often
that you feel you can't go on.
You cry yourself to sleep at night. Often
you feel ill. It's okay to cry, don't be
afraid of the way you feel.
There before you is a gun, so you sit and
contemplate. Maybe you should do it. Maybe
it's best that you leave this place.
Now you may be wondering who in this story
this may be. I am speaking of myself...yes,
this poem is about me.
You see, I was so lonely. So often I felt
depressed. I didn't care about life, because
mine was all a mess.
I used to be happy one moment, and then suddenly
wish life was over. I didn't know my condition
then; it was called, bi-polar.
I use to hear these voices...voices in my head.
Doctors wanted to help me, but no was all I said.
You see I was stubborn. I didn't want any help.
I knew I'd defeat this monster, so I tried to do
it myself.
But the voices continued, "You're nothing but
a coward!" They would often whisper, and their
whispers were getting louder.
Call it crazy if you want to, but really I don't
care. Please continue reading, for I'm taking you
somewhere.
I started reading Scripture, believing everything
I read. Faith took over me, resurrecting what was
dead.
One day I became determined. I took control of
life. Said to myself, "I'll win this battle. Think
I'll be alright."
With faith I moved the mountains of depression. I
took back my life. I began to get stronger, it's
then I KNEW I would be alright!
I gave you poems like "How does it feel," and "What
can't kill you" to name a few. I conquered bi-polar
with the mind, giving you the poem, "The winner in
you."
Now some may say that's crazy, "You can't beat
bi-polar with the mind." With enough mustard
seed faith you can do anything I did find!
So don't let anyone tell you what you can and
cannot do. If no one else will stand by you, I'll
be there, I believe in you!
So here I am now today. I made it someway somehow.
Peace I found within my life, the storm is over now.
*******************************************************
"Whatever you can conceive in the mind
you can achieve."
Form:
You Call Me a Little Girl, &&" Not Just Because of My Height
So iDoubt You Understand, Just How Long I've been in Fright.
iKnow You Think I'm Rude, but There's a Reason to What iDo,
It Keeps Away the Hurt &&" Pain in this World That is So Cruel.
Everyone I've Let Inside My Barrier Has Pretty Muchh Broke Me Down, Somehow, Someway...
So the ONLY one that Resides within me is My Dad, He Makes it All Okay.
I'm Shy Because I'm Fragile, Cautious, &&" Afraid.
If iHad a $1 for Every Wound on this Body, Best Believe I'd be Getting Paidd.
iUsed to be Worst because iWalked Around with Hate,
But I've Changed for the Good, Before it Was too late.
You Make Me Wanna Cry because I'm Such a Horrible Friend
You Keep Putting Out Your Hand, iDont want it... iPretend.
The Truth is, Everyone Needs to Feel Loved, So Everyone Needs a Friend.
iDon't Have Any Anymore Because iDont Want to Depend...
On Someone who Can Break Me So Quick &&" Leave Me So Fast.
But Slowly I'm Moving on, Letting Go of my Seemingly Dark &&" Lonely Past.
The Only Reason iTell You This is Because, Well... IDK...
But Promise not to Hurt Me &&" iMight Let Our Relationship Grow.
iDon't Trust Easily, &&" Im Quick to Run Away,
So Please Be Okay if One Day iDecide not to Stay.
I'm Known for jumping into one's life, leave, then into another.
iFade Away with No Warning, an Explanation? Why Bother??
iDecided I'll Date Again, Just Not Right Now,
&&" iDo Want a Family So iWon't Throw in the Towel.
But iDont See Myself Settling Down Early in Life,
iHave to know for assurity iCan Sustain with Limited Strife.
So Maybe by the Time iGet my Master's I'll be a Wonderful Woman
With No More Fear of Once Again Being Broken.
Successful, Independent, Selfless, &&" Wise...
The Woman iWant to Be in My Father's Eyes.
You Say I'm Beautiful, but iSay I'm Not.
For me, Sweet Words Can No Longer Be Bought.
What Does Love Mean to You? I'd Like to Know...
It Seems Nobody knows, no Matter How Far they Go.
iHope this Explains why iMay Seem so Distant.
iLike Your Attitude, You're very Persistent.
But Don't Get Bored Yet, Cuz there's Another Side to See...
The Lovely but weirdo Side of Me...
Form:
The singing of the ravens catch my eye in the dead of night,
the whispering of pines reveal the lingering of my loneliness.
No other human can be seen, with two sticks a fire I ignite,
I scratch my hands, as dusk settle in this tropical wilderness.
I’ve been abandoned and only nature can save me now,
only water and plants with herbs to keep me alive.
I must learn to survive with no supplies someway, somehow,
and in order to save myself I must work hard and strive.
The rustling of fear runs through my cold veins,
the nearness of savages that could take me for food
brings a distant memory back that could only remain,
so I sit and try to think of things but all I can do is brood.
I stumble upon a lost wolf, for he shall be my companion,
together we will search for food and water in the dark.
All of a sudden in the distance I see the shelter of a canyon,
and my wolf howls sounding like my old dogs’ bark.
We arrive and see a reverie of water running up to our feet,
I have been thirsting for a quench since the day I arrived.
For if it wasn’t for the plane crash I wouldn’t have to defeat,
this hardship and struggle just to try to feverishly survive.
As I sit in comfort I see a coconut on the emerald grass,
I run and tear it open as quickly as I possibly could.
I see pineapples and many trees of lingering sassafras,
oh, surviving on a tropical island, I never thought I could.
Beneath the rocky mount, I see a dead long lost deer.
She seemed so cold but my hunger couldn’t resist,
even though my veins were surrounded by fear,
my hunger didn’t care and we had ourselves a feast.
I cook the meat by the fire and I sit in complete nourishment,
my wolf eats the scraps raw and I swear I see him smile.
Now I must travel on with positivity and encouragement,
for giving up and waiting to die is just not my style.
Now I am one with nature and have a friend to call my own,
but I feel a sense of longing for my family and friends.
This wilderness and savaging makes me miss my home,
and so I keep walking on and that is how my journey ends.
Tropical Island
February 5, 2017
Invisible Door
Sometime one day somewhere one when
Maybe Friday or September two thousand and ten
Or nineteen sixty five
Someday I’m not too sure
It must’ve been then
I stepped somehow
Or miss-stepped someway
And through and into the invisible box
I didn’t realise it at the time
I couldn’t see it or when
And where ever I went
I moved inside and with it with me
We moved and were together
The invisible box and me
And in my sleep with my dreams
While waking
Slowly I so slowly I slowly vanished
Inside the invisible box
Slowly so very, very slowly
My thought became quiet
More words less than complex
And mouthing silence
I slipped from the mornings
From the mirror
And wandered nonentity
Through the toy town late at night streets
And my heart became more secret
As did my language
So my eyes became more veiled
And recognised no one
Steadily surely disappearing into nothing
The …….. ness of something inside the invisible box
And time passes in the invisible box
The years drift and life continues
A daily invisible and hourly incognito
So ………………………. ?
Now ………………………?
Who am I ?
Where am I ?
Though I know exactly these things
It makes no difference
As I continue existence
Inside the invisible box
Am I happy ?
Am I sad ?
Are my hands searching for the invisible door
Of the invisible box ?
But I think though I am not sure
It takes another hand
Someone else’s hand
To open the invisible door of the invisible box
For a long, long time now nothing has entered
And nothing leaves
A series of moments
Seen through a window or is it a T.V. screen
Though I think
Though I’m not sure
I remember everything
Funny but I can’t seem to recall just when it was
Someday one time one where some when
Maybe it was Tuesday or February two thousand and twenty
Or maybe even nineteen eighty nine
I must have miss-stepped some way
And walked into the invisible box
And time runs out and nothing you do
Goes beyond repeating
A slow steady sickness as the world forgets me
Inside the invisible box
The invisible box
Inside the invisible box
I am
nobody
GOT AN EMAIL JUST THIS MORNING NEARLY SWEPT ME OFF MY FEET.
I OPENED IT UP AND READ THE NOTE ADDRESSED TO ME.
I COULDN’T BELIEVE MY EYES, SO I BLINKED THEM ONCE OR TWICE.
AND WONDERED IF THIS COULD REALLY BE.
THEN OLD FORGOTTEN MEMORIES STARTED FLOWING MY WAY.
OF AN OLD FLAME IN JASPER BACK IN MY EARLY DAYS.
YEP, WAS THE SAME GIRL BUT STILL I COULDN’T BELIEVE.
BUT THAT’S WHAT THE NOTE DID SAY.
HER DARK HAIR WAS SHINNING; HER SMILE WAS SWEET AND WARM.
AS WE DANCED AWAY THE HOURS WITH HER IN MY ARMS.
BACK IN THE SIXTIES, A MILLION YEARS AGO.
AND I SAID, “I’LL JUST BE DARN.”
I HAD OFTENED WONDERED WHATEVER HAPPENED TO HER.
WAS SHE HAPPY WAS SHE SAD,
WAS MY MEMORY JUST A BLUR?
IF SHE ONLY KNEW THAT THRU THE YEARS I STILL CARED.
ABOUT THOSE PRECIOUS MEMORIES OF HER.
LIKE THE NIGHT JIM BRYAN RODE US AROUND IN HIS DADS OLD FORD.
AND US IN THE BACK SEAT, NOT THE LEAST BIT BORED.
I CAN’T RECALL IF THE WINDOWS EVER FOGGED UP THAT NIGHT.
IN THE BACKSEAT OF THAT OLD FOUR-DOOR.
I CARVED OUR INITIALS IN ALL THE TREES BACK HOME.
SO I’D SEE THEM EVERYTIME I LEFT THE HOUSE AND STARTED TO ROAM.
THEY WOULD ALWAYS REMIND ME OF THOSE WONDERFUL TIMES.
SO I WROTE THEM ALL DOWN IN THIS POEM.
SOMEHOW, SOMEWAY APART WE DRIFTED IN TIME.
NOBODIES FAULT, NEITHER HERS NOR MINE.
BUT I’LL ALWAYS WONDER WHAT IT WOULD HAVE BEEN LIKE.
IF SHE’D CHANGED HER LAST NAME ON THE DOTTED LINE.
WOULD WE HAD MADE IT, OR PARTED WITH WORDS.
HEARTACHE AND SORROW WITH A LOT OF HURTS.
ANYWAY IT DIDN’T HAPPEN, BUT STILL MY MIND WONDERS.
WOULD I HAVE BEEN HER HERO OR JUST ANOTHER JERK?
YES, GOT AN EMAIL EARLY THIS MORNING,
IT WAS ADDRESSED TO ME.
I OPENED IT UP AND IT NEARLY SWEPT ME OFF MY FEET.
I’VE SEEN A LOT OF THINGS IN THIS LIFETIME OF MINE.
BUT THIS WAS SOMETHING SPECIAL FOR ME.
SO IN CLOSING THIS NOTE OR WHATEVER IT MAY BE.
YOU’LL ALWAYS BE MY FAVORITE MEMORY.
YOU WERE THE FIRST LOVE TO EVER GET THAT CLOSE.
TO THE HEART BEATING IN ME.
TIME TAKES ITS TOLL, BUT WE STUGGLE ON OUR WAY.
LIVING OUR LIVES DAY BY DREARY DAY.
BUT ALL YOUR MEMORIES ARE STILL PRECIOUS TO ME.
AND ALWAYS WILL BE IN EVERY WAY.
Form:
I never want to forget what fall time feels like when I was able to spend it with you. It's a feeling, an emotion, that I will never be able to replicate. An emotion that has no name, I couldn't pin it down if I tried. Just a weightlessness found in a state of pure serenity. And all it took was two cups of coffee, a blanket, and somewhere we could both sit together. And the smell of the crisp Autumn air just tied it all together. I've decided to mark the days I spent feeling this way as "The Autumn Times".
What a perfect state of being. Feeling so safe next to you, but also feeling as free as the whisps of wind that blew through the strands of my hair. On the colder days, well, I can still feel our warm lips and cold noses pressed against each other while the sun rose up in the sky. And oh, the sunrises. So many sunrises have been spent with you. As a matter of fact, I can confidently say that I've never spent more sunrises with anyone but you.
I can remember countless mornings that I'd spend leaning into your warmth while watching the Sunlight spill into the clouds in warm neon reds and oranges. I can remember seeing colors I've never seen before in those skies. Feeling things I had never felt before. But just as I couldn't name the colors bleeding through the clouds, I still cannot begin to describe how you made me feel in The Autumn Times. And for that, I'll forever be grateful.
In the darkest of times, you were my light. A fire that burned just for me, and a flame I could have to hold and keep me warm on the coldest of nights. I didn't know how, but I knew in my heart that somehow, someway, that everything would be okay. If I'm being honest? For once in my life I didn't need the answers as to how things would get better. I didn't need a plan, or a clear cut path, or a diagram to prove to me that things would be okay. All I needed was my head on your shoulder, or your head on mine. And that was enough for me.
But the Autumn leaves, they crumble and they fall to the earths surface eventually. Lost and forgotten altogether. But you? I could never forget you...
//See Part 2//
Things can be intimidating
within life as we grow
Treading through time
nullifying life’s hardships
prospering life’s greatness
alluring as my mindset
seeks meaningful reset
Everything is simple
yet so complex
We need to stop at times
just to take a breath
Sometimes things are sad
traumatic and painful
making you think it’s over
praying for one day more
Then life takes the ones we love
Leaving us speechless
disheartening within
hurting inept
Once in awhile life gracefully bestows wonder
Inquiring if questions are reflections on display to be blundered
Seemingly inquisitive thoughts inside with no end or regret
Things return back to the start
letting us know that we’re smaller than we think
Not having to take a look at ourselves without artificial instinct
Can’t wait for tomorrow morning day and night
Seeing your steaming allure
like a mysterious illustration
an illustrious delight
All being able to see your new vision of treasure or treason
Restitutions has always been served in discussions of pleasing
Rights and wrongs in violence against those who try to deceive you
People are puppets displayed upon life’s stage
Miniature ideals swirling amongst giants
Tranquility in awe swaying forever throughout trials and tribulations
Destruction of chaotic behavior
without temptations
Living amongst devious peers
carelessly unaware of violent relations
Lingering souls into the valley of good
wanting, needing, longing throughout
Timing is everything
undoubtedly profound
I’m staying with y’all for eternal devour
unsure of what is to come
returning from lost sanctions
while leaving you complacent
lingering around the worlds own stage set
Thanks for your time
I appreciate the kindness of your heart
depiction for your regards
and departing life's clout
Longing for the next opportunity again
shedding all happiness
leaving my own prints
Somehow Someway Someday morning or late
I’ll be here for you
inside my mindless debates