Black silky lengthy hair,
Possesing a beauty truly rare.
Hazel colored glaring eyes,
A beauty with a heart of ice.
Plum cherry-red lips,
A mesmerizing swaying of hips.
Having a hypnotizing smile,
With a personality nothing short of vile.
A most admirable sight,
With the power of turning day to night.
Beauty with the power to conquer,
And potential to break a heart asunder.
Don’t let a life time slip away
Don’t let a moment go unnoticed
Hold on closely to each day
Let your heart and mind be focused
Make every happy moment last
let each sad one pass you by
Beware of darkness and shadows cast
Spread your wings to fly
Dance to the music of your heart
Guided by a caring soul
Embrace this youthful feeling
Eternal children do not grow old
Laughter is the medicine
That massages all sadness away
While gentle smiles will maintain
The beauty of your day
Don’t let a heart beat pass you by
Live deep with each breath you take
Share all the goodness you have inside
With every friend you make
Stop to smell the dandelions
When you cannot find a rose
For all beauty in the right light
will nurture all that grows
Let every cloud amuse you
Even in a clear blue sky
Your day is forever changing
Don’t let it pass you by
His smile was as warm as the summer sun.
But his cold-cold heart chilled the soul.
Debonair, golden hair, he often had to run!
Those notches scratched in his paltry pelt,
Lay evidence of his lusty embrace.
He was a hit and run, son-of-a-gun.
Many young women,
Slapped without a trace.
A new fair maiden fell for his heat.
He ripped virtue out, with a lusty hold.
Surprised at the end, not even a friend.
Her heart suffered.
The serpent’s sting –
All alone in the winters freeze,
Seething, in woman’s scorn.
- Loved and left without concern -
She had esteemed him, true.
What to do?
The answer soon was clear.
Death paid the toll in the winter cold.
Her sorrow would forebear.
Debonair, golden hair,
He no longer had to run!
Her smile was as frigid as the winter’s freeze.
And his cold-cold heart lay icy, still.
Death caught this man who left with fast feet
No more notches would he carve in his strap!
She grinned as she patted his manly pelt.
That winter of his frozen golden hair –
© February 13, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
As the Wind blows my hair,
I realized that LOVE is somehow unfair.
while sitting in the Balcony,
I can hear a different symphony..
They say love is Blind,
maybe it's true,cause true Love is Hard to find.
Some say love is Everywhere.
so maybe Mr.Right is just somewhere..
The love we feel is so hard to explain,
maybe it's the trust we cant really maintain.
The emptiness of one's heart
can someone offer him/her a fresh start?
i think,love is like a lullaby we hear everyday.
and trust is one of it's strongest proof they say.
If I'm stranded in an island,
two sets of footprints, it's all i want to see in the sand.
like in a shell ,feel the carved pain that is in me.
Is it just me? or most of us are just too blind to see?
while making this poem,i can feel my heart beat,
wiping my tears, & wishing our two hands will meet.
Until now, no one has the key,
The key that my heart wants to see.
While i was crying, no one has wiped my tears.
is it hard to cast a glance & forget our own fears?
someday, somehow, someone can sit w/ me to watch the sunset.
& he will be someone whom i LOVE, i bet.
I hope someone will like reading this,
& value what they shouldn't miss.
His skin is deep
His heart feels deep
His skin is deep
His heart feels deep
His mind is shallow
Then there comes the other man
He sits beside him and he says
"His skin is deep..
His mind runs deep..
His skin is deep..
His heart is shallow"
You decide who is the better man,
One sits and thinks, one feels and stands
because his mind is shallow.....
Face of paint,
An awkward stance,
Passion and beauty,
...audience entranced.
Drama unseen,
Except by the heart,
Imagined props,
...a true work of art.
Accurate 'telling',
Of some known truth,
Not one word spoken,
...passion in youth.
Antics in comedy,
Mingled with trauma,
As a heart opens up,
...unfolding drama.
Seriousness of life,
Presenting a touch,
To youthful hearts,
...life is such.
A perfect balance,
To capture the soul,
Of everyone present,
...the ultimate goal.
True communication,
Of heart and mind,
A story told in silence,
...the beauty of mime.
The gift of time exposes all to the blind, as the gift of love warms you heart and soul. To
break the mold is to stifle the soul as a whole making one feel old.
Friends are hard to come by, when you find one never say goodbye. Through an eye one
sees the goldenness of eve. Are you a friend to me I pray that you be.
Did God send you to me or are we friends to be, so friends are we let’s not destroy what will
be. We belong with thee, as friends.
A relationship hold will evaporate our gold, with nothing to hold we grow cold and old,
standing bold like statues made of stone; alone!
Have we grown to stone, on our own throne alone, many times we have shown what we are
own our own, when we feel stripped we will groan.
While on our own we sit on our throne made of stone, though we may groan, we both know
we are home in a place we feel is our own.
To take for granted what we have we would be fools without the tools, to make each other
happy.
Taking all this into heart you will always be a part, inside you and I there is a friendship that
will never die.
James C Bryant Jr.
December 31, 2001
My heart is just a piece of flint
Black and small
My heart is just a swinging brick
Cold, hard and unchangeable
My heart is just a black hole
It sucks away any life
My heart is just a bottomless pit
The love thats put in, is never seen again.
I don't have a heart-
Just a space where one should be.
At least, thats what you think.
Your here now gone but i knew they were there all along
In the heart just there in your soul
Never seen it coming
You and I
Miss you
fear
where you are you will stay
In my heart even though its fallen apart
Miss you
I know your still there
Its a feeling i cant even bare
But i know your still there
Did it happen
This life
Understand
Love and in peace
the time your time
everyone
release
feel it
believe it
Life
Rest in peace
wheres my mind
all the confusion combined
your always on my mind
Away but close
feel it on the tip of my toes
oh here it goes
Here it goes
Life
xOxO
Opened heart, once again
But this time, no broken heart to mend
Aiming to be happy
But keeping my guard up to protect me
I hope this is not another waste of my trust or another game for my mind
Cause at the end of each day, I don't want to feel as if I wasted my time
Catching feelings? maybe...
Don't want to put myself in the position though
Cause I'm tired of trusting and ending up hurting
Holding back is always an option, often used for protecting my heart and restricting how far I
will go
Praying that this is not an 'ima make her fall for me then get rid of her' game
If so,
Just let me know
If not, it's just more fuel to the flames
As the music is playing
My head is spinning
The notes of the guitar
Seem to pierce deep inside
Wrapping its icy grip
Around my heart
And tug tug
On my heart strings
As I sit alone in the dark
With the cold air of winter
That drifts through the cracks
Cracks of the house
I imagine a better time
A better place in my life
A time when the sun was shining
Down on me and warm smiles
The warm smiles of summer
Were all around
I guess that's why
The expression is fair weather friends
When the storm brews
In the distance
The first sound of thunder
They scatter and leave one alone
Alone as you were at the start
In the end we're all alone
And no one will ever be standing by us
Just us and our maker
(This is not mine but my grandson who lives with me and suffers from depression. His name
is Cody Waldrop.)
Where are those innocent faces?
I’ve been searching to the entire places
For some people happiness is just an illusion
They are hiding from the agony that is given
People watch people talk
With their heart closed in everywhere they walk
Throw away their intimacy to the water
And in their loneliness they stop gather
You just get upset too soon
Why keep hiding on that empty room
Still thinking that others done anything wrong?
And guarantee that your principal has made you strong
People forget when they are happy
With their money and all the jazzy
Sometimes your words are lack of wisdom
And family is a threat to built your kingdom
A little bit of danger will rise up their anger
Their heart and mind are always in high temper
People rise people fall
Only time will prevent them all
You’re nothing but a gold digger
Use weak people to make you wealthier
Once you find gold you keep digging for more
Treat people like soldier of toys good enough to control
The bigheaded psyche is in every angle
Their heart is worst than the devil
Only stick to their theory
The bigheaded psyche is a mad psychology
Loyal listener.. perfect friend..
keeper of my secrets..
I feared you knew not your wortH!
Offering your shoulder...
my burdens to bear..
How we laughed at life's DramA.
Velvet lies dripped from your tongue..
enticing a confession of my Love..
I prayed that we never parT.
Enchanted by your smile..
infatuated by your embrace..
I gave to you my lovE
How could you..
You knew what my heart felt..
I loved you so welL.
Affection dead and buried..
remorse holds my hand..
my trust just an empty echO.
Tenderness has deserted me..
callousness floods my soul..
I would have your heart on a shiV.
Emotionless I see the real you..
my devotion dead..vengeance flickers
I shower you with hatE!
We all have our demons to battle
Some manifest in different ways
Luckily alcohol is not one of mine
Everyone has lots of work to do
We all work to keep the government demons at bay
My heart is to big for political demonism
Would rather labor and build than lie
And then we reach the end of the cycle
Some of us can rest while others toil
Now how about you do you have demons
Have you battled with the alcohol one
And have you worked and toiled
To keep the government demons at bay
Do you have the heart for political demonism
Would you labor and build or can you lie
When you reach the end of your cycle
You can rest and enjoy the relaxation
There is someone ready to take your place
This might be the biggest demon you will battle
You’ve hold my heart in your palm, you don’t even realize it.
You could simply squeeze if you wanted, and there I’d lay, dead.
I know you don’t want that, and you don’t mean to do it,
But every time you look at me, I feel a slight tug,
As you run away with my heart in your palm, you don’t even realize it.
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