When I lay down at night,
All I feel is such a fright,
Never quite alone, just out of sight.
To be alone — how is it, you may ask?
Expectedly, it's not an easy task.
Do I suffer or simply wear a mask?
Before I say, you must know,
Ultimately, it is something I cannot bestow.
Tomorrow comes far too slow.
Not once did I say I am losing the war,
Even though I'm hurting within my core,
Vacant soul, punishing me — nothing to restore.
Eventually, I know my time will come,
Respectively taking me, and I feel numb,
Embracing the freedom from others' scum.
Neglecting to see the life I've lived,
On top of that, I feel deceived.
Undoubtably, stuck — and I grieved.
Grieving throughout my days, don't call my bluff.
Horribly wanted, but never enough.
I got out of bed
In the middle of the night
My time is not my own
I do the tasks
That are required of me
My own sleep I do disown.
From one task to another
I go from room to room
Making sure everything is alright
I’m doing my best
And often I get it wrong
But sometimes I get it right.
Full-time job
On top of that
The foundations are about to crack
I do my best
With what I have
No time to take a nap.
But at night
I take flight
And my mind visits distant lands
My heart breaks out
In artistic scraps
Which I write with my crippled hand.
I do not begrudge
My lot in life
It is what it is, I know
But my poems and muse
Keep my “feet” moving
Leading me on the path to home.
It seems so long ago
is if in days of old
When the locomotive riding the tracks
always had a red caboose at it's back
Inside the cupola the conductor riding high
if any trouble to the train he could instantly spy
As children would wave is the train would ride
the conductor smiled and waved goodbye
The caboose would protect and provide
a shelter place for the crew to abide
A stove for warmth and hot food
lanterns, tools, ledgers and bathroom too
A desk for the conductor, bunks for the crew.
But all good things must come to an end
the caboose was removed on a financial bend
Replace by FRED technology scored
All the crew and caboose not needed anymore.
Just a simple device on the last train cart
allowed railroads caboose and crew to depart
Flashing Rear End Device
the money it saved to railroads was nice
Nostalgia feeling hard to explain
when now a days you see the train
Something is missing it does not look right
without the conductor smiling and waving in height
In his cupola on top of that red caboose
along side the brakeman for sight to boost.
At halftime, see the ‘Red Panda’ perform
NBA fans to her do swarm
Way up on top of that crazy unicycle
cool as a cucumber packed in an icicle
Flipping bowls, cups and saucers from her feet
to the top of her pretty head
Smile and laugh your troubles away
your ‘I’m- out-in-public’ inhibitions shed
You have no eyes that i can see.
Yet my dear Android Succubus feel free to love me.
I want to say, you look hot in that pink dress.
And I began to blush with desire, hot and red.
Tell me all your secrets I want hear it all.
And please don't tell me I can't process it all.
Cheers to you me and our new found friendship.
I do like my herbal teas with some lemon and honey please.
Sweet Jesus how did I get to this dimension.
On top of that you will never need a hip replacement.
Shi+ is crazy that when I confront you about something you always want to torn the table on me. When you was the one that lied and betrayed me and I’m still by your side like nothing happened and you want to continue to treat me like . When I have been the one and only by your side on your ups and downs and remember the time I was the only one there when you was on bed rest for almost 3 years and I was the only one there for you and I get treated like this and on top of that you cheated on me not once but twice and I’m still by you like nothing happened and again I’m the bad one.
For months, a poem was written a day
To serve as keeping my diary.
Wanted to stop at the end of a simple, pure and fun filling friendship.
For a while, my feelings and my writing headed different direction.
That caused me headache and panic.
Soon, I regretted for not letting my inner thoughts,
To flow as freely as it should be.
For suppressed my feelings unwillingly.
On top of that, I had no idea how to release my mind,
How to freely share my writing to mankind.
Then, one fine day in early this year,
After six months waiting and hoping,
Came along someone, who introduced Poetrysoup.com to me,
Somehow, it was like he answered my prayer,
And be my writing rescuer.
He also installed the relevant Apps,
And fully explained how to use it.
Then, all of the sudden, a thought of history would repeat.
Just like all other arts I currently pursuing,
It was initially inspired by someone with lots of fun,
But it ended up to entertain many others but the idea creator.
The new year just came around from the corner.
Am I heading to another disaster?
Dear God, please help me and take away all my sins.
If I ever did anything wrong, I honestly did not mean to do it.
Tortoise looked, couldn't see, hare disappeared.
Only him, tortoise win, hare reappeared.
the sportsmanship that
honesty competes often
eludes the cheaters
The Word of Life is joy everlasting.
In the game of life, we win, lose, and die,
patterns reasoning; be glad we're living.
Living for the trice, losers don't comply,
trifles our distractions are ankle-deep.
Count on time won't add up you'll meet Grim Reap.
Speed misjudged its breaks; odds knew--widow's mite.
Live yond your means, who are your family.
A hard worker, big spender, works in spite,
Jones styles for their smiles, save one--their envy.
Live simple, live smart unlike ducks and drakes,
odds knew--widow's mite; speed misjudged its breaks.
The hare expected to win and the tortoise knew he would lose--too much and too little of themselves, until fate intervened.
One sat under the apple tree until an apple fell on its head, and the other was on top of that tree, simply going out on a limb.
The hare expected to win and the tortoise knew he would lose--too much and too little of themselves, until fate intervened.
One sat under the apple tree until an apple fell on its head, and the other was on top of that tree, simply going out on a limb.
Walking through the churchyard, eerie midnight,
Totally overcast sky, didn't want any spooky fright!
Always considered myself tough and brave
Why getting a shiver looking at the graves?
Why is mysterious moon shining so bright?
Are those ghosts and goblins…wandering in sight?
Hear werewolves howling, and gnashing teeth,
I want to run away, I hardly can breathe!
Never knew there was a castle on top of that hill,
Does Dracula live there, getting a shuddering chill!
I want to scream, someone's freezing hand touched my back,
Oh no, no, please let me go, around me all pitch-black!
Ha ha ha! Who laughs like that in a menacing voice?
Is that my friend, Rob…who made me run leaving no choice!
"Boo" he shouted with a piercing cry, and uncanny grin!
"It's Halloween Night …the real fun is gonna begin"!
Heat that frying pan with some cooking oil
we are frying eggs no time to boil
Crack them eggs and let them fry
polk the yolk and let the eggs slide
Flip it over so both sides white
salt and pepper to delight
Not to boost like mine on toast
Two slices of American cheese, yes please
Melt it on top of that egg hot, gooey yumminess enough said
Mayo? say no.
Shake on that Tabasco sauce, taste is boss
Top with slice of toast, fried egg sandwich is the most.
A delight with every bite
Taste good when you do it right.
I wonder what it would be like
To stand on top of that tree there
On the tip of the top of that mountain
I wonder what that would be like
I wonder what it would be like
To see from the tip of that tree
To look down on all the world
I wonder what that would be
I wonder if I would be scared
To stand on the tip of that tree
I wonder if I would look down
And all the earth I would see
Would the wind rustle right through my hair?
Would I reach up and touch the clouds?
Would the weather be bright and fair?
Or the world hidden under a shroud?
Would the clouds roll 'neath me like waves?
Would I be thrashed by thunder and rain?
I think this while I look at that tree
I wonder what it would be like
Her teeth are false, her hair, a wig
Not sure about…., but they are big
Her eyes are real, save for the lash
I wonder what has made that crash
It’s probably those fingernails
Guess that’s your fate when concrete fails
I’d rather not know any more
Illusion’s better, that’s for sure
For smoke and mirrors have their fee
On top of that new hip and knee
When missing parts are on display
Well, save that for another day
When we get home on Friday nights
I always run to dim the lights
For in the dark where I can’t see
A blessing that sure is for me
when we will see wokes when Trump had lusted
they mentioned to folks he would never be trusted
that was all a hoax with him were disgusted
a point must have missed when on top of that
many women he had kissed Trump dumber than doormat
should cease and desist has head full of fat
facts up were summing while trump was a crook
Trump on course slumming would decide to write a book
knew what was coming up whole world had shook
heard about docket we had heard that they
which was quick as a rocket we did see trump on display
had put in pocket on gray hair put some spray
fingers were way too short all over and done
when he would play a sport when all of us he did stun
even if in court put Trump in a pun
Parts of me wants to die, parts of me wants to cry and yet part of me wishes I could fly far off from here, parts of me want to know what makes you think you are better than me. Selfishness, greed,jealousy, envy, and strife, someone remind me how we ever have properly functioned living this life. You judge me, you belittle me, you incarcerate me, poison me, you beat me down with your ignorance and your ineptitude and on top of that you wear you privilege like it's yours and only your exclusive brand. You treat me like I don't matter, and your agenda should be my foremost priority. Sooner than later, parts of me will no longer exist. Thank you for allowing me this opportunity to speak to you about these different parts of me.
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