Long Timeme Poems
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I stood in front of the finest white horse
It looked at me all energetic to carry forth
Suddenly, a new spark of life took its course
As one, we rode to a place that is lovingly worth.
Your eyes are so open and ready to go onward
See on, and ride with me, you know where to go
The wind is blowing your mane forward
Everything is alright now and in the right row.
As the horse road on, I sang a song of joy and desire
I will go with pride and never have evil prevail
I want to know where the answers of love will fire
Show me the road and where replies won’t fail.
The horse carried me back in time that was only free
Life was filled with happy smiles and no sorrow
One looked in time and saw only moments at ease
Like a bird that wanted to be solemn and had no woe.
I see loving visions in my eyes as I ride on in time
My wishes are focused open now for only you
I would be so lost and alone if I had no pure sign
And I know my heart can show me the right view.
Now that I have found my way, I will stay in this zone
I can never go alone no matter how much I wish to
When I move forward I will no longer be on my own
See me, I travel on and I am no longer without you.
Drinking my way to my grave
Pretty scarlet eyes singing me away
My barrel of wants, my needs
So kindly my morning disappears
My trashcan of wonders and fears
I thought I’d be the seventh son
I settled for being the youngest of nine
I thought I’d treat you right
I found myself within a strangers eyes
I sob and I sing songs
But I won’t pick up the telephone
I lay awake all night, I left my days
I sat up all day I left my nights
I had no where else to go
No where else to be
I was sleepless in June
I’ll be sleepless in July
I’ve been here all day
I’ll be here all night
This evening I’ll have more to say
If tomorrow doesn’t see me first
Every one’s a mystery
Until you get to know them
I’m not the man you wished I were
I’m growing ale
I just want to sail
Once the sun gets in your skin
You’re never coming back to her
I never ask for any of this
I leave it to the wind
To shelter my soul
But the wind only holds
A widows son
I never wanted war
I walk yellow lines gracefully
Will there ever be a place for me
Left my patience on a Saturday sun
I find peace within your voice
No where left for my words to run
I’ve been here all day
I’ll be here all night
This evening I’ll have more to say
If tomorrow doesn’t see me first
As a consequence of a daydream
(Once again I could not slumber !)
the muse has swept in took my hand
has an idea ! A tricksters plan …
Pondering the stars
as you wander in
Dream pushing and
prodding all
my whims
but your visage
took reason
threw me on the ground
made me wake
look all around
“You rock with the hand of ages
Roll on the will of the gods”
your form
isn’t of our realm
but is a fold of never
an open page of maybe
all around me
a reach away
I swear
feeling you
I am
Oblivious
to the
deeper meaning
for you
passing days
have no form
as my heart leaps
we be coupled
infinity beckons
a bustling room
to the love
and luster
that is you
Making me shiver
the wanton disregard
depraved indifference
a thrust of tomorrow
the end of a beginning
temptress of time
flitting in
and flying away
never far to stray
Never still long
trouble wont find her
no earthly thing
could ever bind her
eternity paid
her forever wing
she is the song
cherubs sing
My enemy
and friend in one mold
a companion freely
Time has me in her hold …
For the break.fast at hand,
So that I'll understand,
He makes me a sloppy jo.
... ug. So over I rolled.
She nibbles at JO,
waves g’morning to MO…
Mmmm.
A tasty treat, made so sweet,
I’m glad, one of us can cook…
First it was Sweez, now it’s Swowz…
I politely, normally don’t eat cows.
Having said that, while I pet my cat,
I’ve bitten in anyway.
Was like the day, the corn turned grey,
Was that by chance, in May?
!! Eleven elevens !! cried those sevens,
While being tossed into the pan!!!!
Who is the cook with spatula hand,
Who is the chef, and Who, this man?
. . . . .
Little salt my dear?
Little taste on the fix?
Was that May?
Or did you say May-trix?
. . . . .
With the morning JO,
He makes Sloppy MO!
How can I show him, to understand….?
My friend the chef, reads to the left,
So Who, is the spatula’s hand?
Psst…
They want a plan.
Four corners are on…
and the Dan said ‘when’.
. . . . .
Don’t assume, my cutest Jew,
That spelling is all for not.
My dog is a Rot, but a Rot she’s knot,
And the language She barks is new.
Did you want that clue?
Bye and bye, for now I must fly,
My belly has quite the mix.
Did he say JO, or was that MO?
I know, SHE said May-tricks.
. . . . .
Hey Jo…?
Little Do,
Rayed me,
but falls hope?
Know,... T.
La.tte...my Dear?
Satire is *****.
Hugs you love,
The morning calls,
From Above.
Xoxox
. . . . .
Makes note: keeping friendship.s.new, that's me and you.
~I'm such a muse.
. . . . . . . . . . . . .
~wow and meow the Catz say, how,
!~! did he fix you, a sloppy JO?
Does he not know,
That you never show,
Your face, in the drive and go?
~except maybe four treats,
that have no feet...
Like the splits, and
the camels, pistachio...
~and why aren't cow,
a treat you say?
~they have square feet,
and it's knot my way.
I need you in my arms
I need you by my side
I will cause you no harm
Understand my pain
"Only in this lifetime"
Along this path
I was absorbed through misery
I became known as
What you all call today
An outcast
In all my words
What would make you think
You couldn’t come to me
I’ll do all I can for you
I have fallen from grace
So I can no longer adore truth
Right or wrong, for better or worse
I could never leave you without a home
I try to do more good than terrible
But these are times of Paine
And they make life unbearable
All kinds of suffrage in this living
Find someone to be there
Better times to envision
These overshadowing events
and circumstances
Shape us into the individuals
We might one day grow to be
You say you’re making it
I’ve grown to become a college brat
I too am surviving
Maybe one of us
Will one day relax upon a better day
Other than that
There’s no wishing this weather away
How can I be what was never taught
The personality I sold
Was the image you all bought
And if I don’t fare through the night
It doesn’t mean it wasn’t a fair fight
Days I could see myself
Through your eyes
As a child flying a kite
So smile things will be alright
In a stand still moment
You ran away from home
Ambitious and following
The wrong scent
In depth I think
So my thoughts
Seem to rush the children away
It’s not that I preach
But I can’t afford to lose
So I push the obvious Pilgrim away
Gone silent, visually awry
Awaiting an angel to call me
Witnessed my shadow
Fall not far from me
Sympathetic exposure
Amidst the thunder and clouds
Is it okay to wonder aloud
Did I bring us
The worst of you and me
On my knees
I need your arms around me once more
A pint of Evan Williams by my side
Did I become vulnerable
Me or you whom shall we grieve
Don’t you wish things were wonderful
On my last stance
Until then and perhaps
This old man’s back may collapse
Takes a breath, for he’s not leaving
He relapses and keeps breathing
Form:
I am here at the library of hours
chunks of time are strewn ragged
shelf after shelf
here's an early birthday
wafting through this strange corridor wind
the one where I struggled to blow the flame out
of the last few candles
there along the staircase
tumbling down the rafters
is me about eight
tumbling down a steep hilly street
in effort to keep up with my older brother
riding on a skateboard
and up there
giving a creak to the chandelier
I asked the girl of my dreams out
at a junior high dance
she said she had a boyfriend
I remember thinking
but you're only thirteen
and you live in Rhode Island
even higher up
above the colored-glass
I am in Vegas
surrounded by television writers
and drinking too much
walking alone
down an empty strip
in broad daylight
while down here near my feet
the children with autism grow
like mushrooms around me
bobbing with mute pleading
then drawing away
then signing thank-you cards
in my departure
long story short
I can't keep this up
the library is closing
the self has splintered and scattered
and I am reeling from my own multitude
I walk towards the doors
and the librarian stops me saying
come back tomorrow
new moments are arriving
this circus of memory
will be your legacy
I don't trust his smile
legacy
I smirked at the word
as I sped my lightning beetle
onto the thoroughfare
the throttle humming
and my mind drifting
into the all-possible clouds above
Acorns are falling
And autumns beginning to fade
Been lonely for sometime
Now I can’t find a smile
My shadow walks
But I can’t find my knees
A disarray of fallen leaves
Brushing away my ease
Carel is home
Caroling with the wind
December sings her song
Do you even notice I’m gone
Note to myself
The clouds are dipping low
I have to become something more
Before time lets me go
When everyone’s preaching the same tune
And only new founders loom
With decimated friends I fail to comply
Taking inventory among a pharaohs tomb
If you can’t appreciate me at my worst
How are you to recognize me at my best
He would sing a lot
From a voice that was dull
Walking on broken skeletons
This great wall of china moans
Shadows dance dimly toward your hand
as the sun brushes against the sand
Now that time won’t allow my stay
On this day that lives with us
My comfort seems to push you away
Now I can’t feel you there
You held me in the palm of your hand, You put me in the Earth,
You coddled me: YOU covered me in dirt; anticipating my birth.
I put nature’s warm blanket of fluffy, crisp, snow over my head.
Crawl into a fetal position, and for the duration of winter I go to bed.
Springtime comes, I awake, stretch little arms Towards a yellow strobe.
I feel a warmth from this far away, high in the sky; Brilliant Globe.
I wriggle newborn tiny toes, in the cool, moist, ground; each one grows.
The warm breeze, moves my sapling arms, the sun heats my shoots.
From a tiny, tiny acorn, to the Oak I will become; I can trace my roots.
Through the years, YOU’VE nurtured me, I’VE grown tall and strong.
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter the rain sings to me; a sweet and loving song.
Fifty years Together : your old and I’m still young and in my Prime.
You rest in a Chaise lounge under my limbs : Shade in the Summer Time.
No matter how hard I try
No matter how much I suffer
No matter how many prays I pray
No matter how many nights I spend
No matter all this
My prays never get answered
My suffering gives me nothing but more suffer
My nights gave me nothing but tiredness
My hardship equals no results
I get jealous of people
Who’s prayers get answered
Who taste no suffers
Who spend no nights?
Whose hardship gave more results?
I got tired of this life
Cruelty, pain, tears, screams, loveless
I pray and pray
My patience left me
Time didn’t change a thing
Magic remained magic
Hate flowed through his veins
Pain and agony never left her
Truth and purity rested in her
But still I remain the victim
The victim of the spells
The words that will never be true
‘’Why’’ a word I shall not say
My hopes and dreams, ambitions
Got destroyed
For a reason I do not know
Happiness, love, right
Got erased in front of my tears filled eyes
Nothing I could do would change the facts
Could change the lives
Could return the love
Cruse the person
That caused all this…
Some of us are built
For harsh conditions
Suffrage held
Within a wicked vision
Reprimanded as a man
How can your father reprimand this hand
Discipline disciples
in a cycle that would not turn in sand
Held in Carthage
A piece of a Martian
Some say I’m soon to be departing
Pieces of gold in a bronze room
Shining through chivalry and doom
Sterile silvery praising a ring for the groom
All prized possessions of doubt now loom
Pushing the broom
On a straw bed
Don’t u love this coon
You can be kind to the cruelest person
And at the end of the day
They’re still cruel and worsened
This worlds got to end
No sanctuary circles my morbid realms
I’m away from peace
And aware that it will never cease
Only time can stop me now
Wishes sealed over a candle in a darkened hall
Head down I just might die on this wall
In this race I’ll survive somehow
Only time can stop me now
I’m so scared
Where are your prayers
I was so scared
Why weren’t you there
I’m so scared
should I have been spared