I know you wish for a place to be,
hidden in the mist, silent as the sea.
No fear, no hope, no questions asked.
where the nights are not heavy
and darkness don't last.
could you trade this place
For your favourite song?
the throbbing of your heart
as you run towards the dawn.
The echo of your name cut through the trees
you run out of breath
But your legs still keep,
Running.
You keep running-
and then you run into the night.
past your mother's flowers
the wet clothes in a line.
They brush against your face,
the water slips-
it leaves a cold stain,
enough to melt your lips.
the concrete floor pulls you back
"stop running", it says
take it all in, take all that you have.
I know it overflows, overstays, overloads
but without it, aren't we nothing?
and nothing is what's left.
Times the world overloads me
All I see
Close my ears
Cover their tears
Seek some peace of my own
To protect me from all I've been shown
Since I don't know when
I've always picked up my pen
Away I would ride lost in some word
Only way I could be heard
I write some rhyme
To escape for a short time
Lost to me was the world around
My own world I have found
Nothing could hurt me
While in this world I be
Finally free
Away I could fly
Nothing could touch me ,up there so high
So real
The wind I could feel
The cool air
Not a care
Safe inside my mind
People were so kind
But there is a cost
In this world you could get lost
But the freedom it did give
For once to really live
Lost in a world of no pain
Nor rain
There where your lifes not a stain
No fears
But I feel your tears
Untangle myself from from this dream
Not as easy as it may seem
Finding your way back to you
When staying would be so easy to do
So true
But I need my soul back inside
Have to carry on I can't hide
Thank you words set me free for awhile
Have back my smile
See you next time
I need to get lost in some rhyme
Times the world overloads me
All I see
Close my ears
Cover their tears
Seek some peace of my own
To protect me from all I've been shown
Since I don't know when
I've always picked up my pen
Away I would ride lost in some word
Only way I could be heard
I write some rhyme
To escape for a short time
Lost to me was the world around
My own world I have found
Nothing could hurt me
While in this world I be
Finally free
Away I could fly
Nothing could touch me ,up there so high
So real
The wind I could feel
The cool air
Not a care
Safe inside my mind
People were so kind
But there is a cost
In this world you could get lost
But the freedom it did give
For once to really live
Lost in a world of no pain
Nor rain
There where your lifes not a stain
No fears
But I feel your tears
Untangle myself from from this dream
Not as easy as it may seem
Finding your way back to you
When staying would be so easy to do
So true
But I need my soul back inside
Have to carry on I can't hide
Thank you words set me free for awhile
Have back my smile
See you next time
I need to get lost in some rhyme
multiplex parameter panaromas
interdimensional overloads
conglomerate ambient understandings
coherent conscious callings
Awareness 'R' Us
Short deciding what to write
To think another way begins
Red alert to stop the madness
Ringing in the seasons sins
Falling empty promise weighs
Landfill groans from holidays
Wake of refuse piling high
Overloads a different sty
Decades after dinner done
Still the remnants linger on
Stop a moment find a way
Recycle well this holiday
Sending a boulder size clue with your name on it
specially marked package to the nincompoop
coming down fast from above
it's falling from the sky
gonna squish you like a bug
your silent treatment and attitude
opinionated, authoritative, ridiculous fool
everyone can see that all you are is rude
retract and coil up the power chords
unplug that man before he overloads
maybe puts a glitch in the circuit board
sending out this boulder size clue
be on the look out
this one's for you
A Tearful Conclusion
Dr. James E. Martin
A flow of tears crept from my eye
They flowed on a mission of their own.
No reason was known for why I wept
Neither fear nor sorrow was shown.
“There should be a reason”, I thought within,
It seemed odd to thus surmise.
To come to a conclusion such as this
Is neither always right nor wise.
Laughter that once had filled my soul
Now changed to a new exhibit of joy.
The moisture on my cheek I could not disguise,
There really was no reason to destroy.
Observers soon began to implore,
They worried that something was wrong.
Their worry soon amazingly fled
When suddenly I burst into a song.
The message of the song that I sang this day
Explained to the observant ear,
While resting securely in God’s loving hand
There’s never reason to fear.
Yes, tears do not always sorrow indicate.
Sometimes they say much more.
When joy overloads ones “tickle box”
There’s more than sorrow to explore.
there is no sunshine right now
you are in your world room looking at blankness with the tv blasting
there is no laughter right now
i am in another state of parking lot depression munching on greasy pizza slices while killing time
you are probably thinking about life without me and hating me so much in your quiet moments
i am chugging down a strawberry daiquiri sobe wishing you were just speaking to me period
when the dark is exposed to light, it better be something pretty in view
when the stale smell of 'woman-fed-up' is in the air, a plan b is like a nice butt and a great pair of legs
oftentimes forgotten are the roots of what won a heart and a mind's thought
comfort is overdosed and the brain cells are tainted by altered states of choices
eventually, there is that taste of asphalt or dog poop sometimes feared by a considerable percentage
laughter and sunshine are the least of worries....the work overloads all circuits
however at times, the alarm is cut off too late and the snooze button becomes the mistress of regret
I wake up to the radio, the cops have this suspect on the run
who dives out of my speaker and is brandishing a gun.
He jumps off of my balcony but before he hits the ground
becomes the victim of a drive by that is going down.
I open up a coffee can, I'm needing some caffeine
when out jumps illegal aliens who run fleeing from the scene.
They dive into a mailbox where agents for the CDC
are investigating some anthrax conspiracy.
Welcome to America the all day non-stop culture show
I've been up an hour now, only 23 to go.
The suicidal mullah and the martyr fission guard
are fencing with the fuel rods of the Babylon Jihad.
All the foam fanged infidels with their bottle rocket brains
start launching their scenarios for a nuclear exchange.
Out on the worried boulevard nervous heads explode
from all the terror elevated pressure overloads.
It starts a circus stampede of the psychotropic hoard
who rush down to the pharmacy for the Prozac smorgasbord.
Welcome to America the all day non-stop culture show
I've been up an hour now, only 23 to go.
with every breath the jagged edges fit neatly into the same wounds
I try to stop it but the silky pain melts down my center
As the steel drags across my tongue it forms a wake of metallic spurs dancing in my mouth
my lips form his name and I have a moment's reprieve
heat forms like a fireball exploding through my mind
I beg for a quick kiss to quell my misery
My thoughts run as fast as the air from my lungs
I search for that quiet, warm, careful womb
Instead, I am pushed back to the harshness of birth
fighting for survival in this world that overloads my senses
So you wanna annihilate me…
Perform your version of genocide on me
You wanna silence me….
Deny me freedom
From my birthright of royalty
Like Malcolm you wanna assassinate
My very existence from your cerebral cortex
Damaging your membrane with
Overloads of insane cruel intentions
Plotting my demise
Setting Snares Traps
Hoping I will DIE
But as a famous poet once stated
STILL I RISE!!!!!!!!!!!!
Love of my love
angel of my life
the stars in my soul
caused only by your love
sensory overloads
my life, oh my life
without you i would perish
My savior
who brought my life back
it was you who dared
my wings
oh angel do you fly
every night through my dream sky
baby, you love me right
you make my heart jump heights
skipping like a pebble
across the cool sea night
love, oh baby, you bring to me
love from the pearls of the sea
angel light flows through your soul
the dark in the light?
oh no, no, no
Baby you are special
you mean so much
baby you mean the world
you electrocute me with just your touch
baby angel light
listen to my words
you i swear, mean the entire world
[Dedicated To Jakob Book--Writen April 2, 2009]
The Lord is my shepherd and Iam his sheep
I strayed and he left ninety nine to find me
I shan't want desires, but things that I need
he's knowledgeable of in due time I receive
He maketh me lie in the pastures of green
and beside the still waters it is I who he leads
he restoreth my soul as he shows me the way
to righteousness for his exalted names sake
though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I will fear no evil for I am wise in my steps
thy rod and thy staff they do comfort my soul
as weapons to devour that serpent of old
you prepare a table before me in the presence of my foe
and anoint me with oil 'till my cup overloads
surely goodness and mercy shall stay with me through life
and I'll dwell in Gods' kingdom where there is no night.
Shedding tears
crying to release the pain
It's not fair
ones we love to go too soon
Never are lovers promised to stay together
neither was a person promised forever
so many things we wish we could change
Through tears
trying to release the pain
heartache calls out for change
In isolation
trying to deal with the pain
as emotions overloads
tears released from their dam
for a person no longer here
it is so hard to let go
Memories race through your mind
It's so hard to let go
it's so hard to say goodbye
In many of ways–so too–in many of features
when your former look reached my soul
by first-rate time up a park sit out;
very clear my mind might reminding
then, of the way that dressed rain day gonna!
In the spaces was allowing befogs concrete
touring from the western upon eastern
the breeze litter hotter by the wind gone
in please entertain were butterflied
also seagull gonna flying around us,
thy unlike direction by where stare our self!
I remember found on your tender eyes
the kindness that you felt toward at mine
and glory that my heart dreamed has
always, overloads me found “always so purer”
whatever I’d try, from my lady beau having!
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