The most easy to say
and hardest to feel
word sorry.
Sometimes we need to gather
the grit to profess it
in words.
Sometimes sorry satisfies
our soul's sorrow.
Othertimes it intensifies
our ire.
Do we need to fix a range of sorry?
Though a real feeling is always relieving.
Ancient Block
Times you are amusing
Fencing off heads
Away from their ideas
Making breeze without the wind
Oftentimes you awful
Being mean and breaking wills
Spewing words without no thoughts
Making faces while freezing phrases
Othertimes you send your gaps
Inside thoughts and makeshift phrases
Making one frenzy
As we tap and tap
to patch up each sentence
Making mockery of tense and moments
How you sit so crested
oftentimes you stand like Gibraltar
Behind your bothering wall
Piling up boulders upon boulders
Of your ancient blocks
Making us to pace
Again and again
As we rumble up a storm
While bracing up for that phrase
To bring down this troubling wall
then write our inner words
Bird's song in the dawn of the day in beautiful harmony. Sometimes one,
then another and othertimes, together.
Each song is their joy, or interpretation of life from a branch way up in the
sky.
They don't compete with each other but seamlessly cooperate without
a orchestra's conductor's lead.
sometimes i'll go for walks
long walks
down long roads.
sometimes i'll have a nap
not a long nap
and just dream.
sometimes i'll read a book.
a big book
one that takes me weeks.
sometimes i'll phone a friend
a close friend
one i left behind.
and other times i'll just sit and think
for hours
about you.
sometimes i get it right
and you smile
your face lights up
like sunlight through
a church window
a beam of pure light
then othertimes
i get it so wrong
that i cant see my hand
infront of my face
the air, too thick with
my mistakes
its like a feral kid got angry
outside the church
a tear rolls down your face
a brick goes through my church window
They come in
doing that familiar shuffle
arms
legs akimbo
and eyes
never quite resting on mine
I wonder where their mind has gone
what thoughts crowd their
jagged corners of thought-
They come in
day by day for appointments
doing
better sometimes
and othertimes
they've lost the teather that held them
on solid ground
where reality wasn't shifting by sight or sound
They come in
sometimes strangers to each other
but familiar in their addictions
comfort in numbers
depleated in resources
and lonely in spirit
they move across this space and time
as ghosts who crave satisfaction
still I pray I have no judgement
of them
as I would not like a judgement of me
and hope that one day
they too shall be free.
I am like
the tides.
I come and go
quietly and
regularly,
but, sometimes I am
very high or
very low,
only then am I
recognized and
noticed
by others.
Othertimes, I usually go
unnoticed
because being like
the tides,
I am nothing special,
or out of the ordinary,
no one gets excited
over me.
The tides have come
and gone
for years,
regularly,
and so will I.
1977
Tho everybody has one
Some have more than two
We try to keep them hidden
But we hardly ever do
They're often spoke in whispers
When no one is around
Some are only meaningless
While others may astound
Sometimes we never share them
With another living soul
While othertimes it's screamed outloud
For the whole wide world to know
A secret can be harmless
Or cause us pain and strife
It can give someone a lasting smile
Or even change a life
I've known you my whole life
You were there the day I was born
And even though we sometimes fight
I know you'll protect me like before
We've been through a lot together
The good times and the bad
Sometimes you upset me
Othertimes you make me mad
But you're always here for me
Like I am for you
If you ever need a friend
Let me know what I can do
Growing up together
Has been a lot of fun
But you should really know
That your journeys just begun
All the time we spent together
So sweet and so True
It's obvious to me now
That it meant nothing to you
I held you close to m heart
But thats not what you did for me
You made me feel worthless
Like a piece of property
You are just another guy to me
You're just another rhyme
Only another memory
Just a lot of Wasted Time
Sometimes you love me
Othertimes you don't
I know I ought to leave you
But I know I won't
No! I can't do this!
I think this other guy is true
I haven't got a lot of time
And I won't waste it on you!
You are just another guy to me
You're just another rhyme
Only another memory
Just a lot of Wasted Time
Darling, I hate to say this
But we both know it's true
You're just another guy to me
And I do not need you
You are just another guy to me
You're just another rhyme
Only another memory
Just a lot of Wasted Time
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