Quiet! Quiet!
No distraction or reaction
to the situation
of creation
unfolding syncopation ...
a blues distillation.
As the sax-o-phone
does groan into a tirade
the parade of ticks and tocks
licks and knocks
reverberate from the drummer,
bass strummer and pi-an-o
to congeal into real
high fueled blues.
Up and down the scales
the moan wails
a lascivious groan
lusty riffs thrown
by metal and ivory
into the ether to
sway with a sashay
under a blue moon.
If you open your heart and close off your mind
Leave all preconceived notions behind
Shut your eyes and close out the light
Just let your soul drift like a thief in the night
Let it drift straight into your heart
For this is where true understanding starts
People believe you understand with your mind
This is because people are blind
I've come to learn true understanding starts
When you let the soul join with the heart
As I write my poems what I try to do
Is open my heart so your soul pour through
Even though I don't know you have never seen your face
Our souls and hearts join together in a special embrace
When this happens believe me its true
The next poem I write just might come from you
Maybe not all but a special part
Will be from your soul brought back through my heart
So could you please let your soul drift away?
Because mine is real lonely and needs
Written from the hole in prison
When I was a younger man
I was taught
Men don't cry
I learned to bottle in my tears
I suppressed my feelings
At a young age I found myself
In a world
With no room to cry
Life was hard
I had to be hard with it
I used drugs and hate
Anger and violence
To harden my soul
Then one day
Alone
I cried
The tears flowed
Like a river
Falling like a waterfall
onto my soul
The tears cleansed then
They softened and healed
My soul
Never again will I
Stop
The therapeutic value of
Shedding my tears
I have laughed as you have cried
I have lived as you have died
I love to make you hated
Being held above as you are degraded
I steal your future and prey on your past
I am socially accepted, as you become an outcast
I am a dealer of darkness, a deliverer of pain
I smoke your lungs and collapse your veins
I'll take all the things you dream about
After all its things you can live without
All you possess will be lost or traded
As those you love become hated
I’ll cover your body all over with sores
Turn those you love straight into whores
I come straight from hell believe me its true
The father of darkness brought me to you
I am a master deceiver a father of lies
So far ahead of the game I need no alibis
I've heard you scream my God it’s not true
As I joyfully take your children from you
I'm so good at deception you are unable to see
As I take them away you seek comfort in me
I open my arms and pull you into my chest
Cradle you up till the day of your death
So can please come join in my misery
But know your heart and soul will be my final fee
I once opened up my heart as I looked to the sky
Then the clouds opened up and they started to cry
I had not thought about this until that very day
The rain is angel’s tears that wash the dirt of life away
What that leaves behind don’t you know its true?
Is a world that is left fresh, clean and new
I am sharing this with you because I wish you to know
Every time I think of you it does the same thing to my soul
You have a way of changing me with no more than a thought
This is how you who taught me the dearest things in life can't be bought
When I started this poem I had no idea where it would go
I only knew I had to express the feelings you give to my soul
I don't think that it’s true meaning will ever be understood
For it could never do you justice no words ever could
The only thing that I can pray this poem could ever do
Is to let an angel know that sweetheart I love you
So much of my life I spent doing wrong
If I could write music I would write a song
I have done things a man shouldn't do
These words are written for they are true
If you open your heart and look to the sky
Ask of the Lord then hear the reply
It won't come in words not words you can hear
It may come with a smile or fall as a tear
I found an angel said bye to my ghost
After I lost everything I gained the most
I found the Lord through the poems I pray
Sometimes it’s best to just give it away
I write out my words for they help me see
Simple is best for simple is free
Think of yourself just never think down
Your mind holds the music just listen to the sound
Everyone you meet has something to say
Be sure to include them in the prayers that you pray
All that you do and all that you see
Shares in your story and your destiny
When dealing with others do what you do
Just be kind and gentle to those you do it to
Everything is nothing that it shouldn't be
As a seconds a second and a tree is a tree
Think of life if you will
As a big giant hill
At the bottom there is a road
Each of us start with a equal load
Just as every up has a down
There are forks in the road to be found
At these forks I'm here to say
The right road is a steeper way
The wrong road without a doubt
Is a little more flattened out
Now the road of life is just so long
Whether we do it right or wrong
If in the beginning the right choices we make
A steady incline our life will take
And if we choose the wrong road
We put on our back a heavy load
In the beginning that may be fine
But later in life we hit that incline
And now we face a much steeper road
Burdened by a much heavier load
We live our lives it does seem
Just trying to reach our dreams
Intertwined by the ropes
That thread together all our hopes
Its simply up to you to choose
Will I win or will I lose
Feelings are a funny thing
Hard to understand
Far more complicated
Than a orchestrated band
I have seen the bravest men
Cower up and hide
Afraid to let their feelings show
So they keep them bottled up inside
I have given it some thought
And do believe it so
Feelings are the doorway
To and from a person’s soul
Of all the things I've done to myself
That were so unfair
No doubt the worst was to bottle up
Feelings I should share
Feelings are the highest high
Or the lowest low
But you must learn to let them out
So you'll have room to grow
I have learned to laugh as well as cry
I have learned to use my pen
To share with you a lifetime of feelings
I had once kept bottled in
You can think of me what you like
Think of me what you will
Regardless of what you think of me
Please open up and feel
When I was a younger man
I was taught
Men don't cry
I learned to bottle in my tears
I suppressed my feelings
At a young age I found myself
In a world
With no room
to cry
Life was hard
I had to be hard with it
I used drugs and hate
Anger and violence
To harden my soul
Then one day
Alone
I cried
The tears flowed
Like a river
Falling like a waterfall
onto my soul
The tears cleansed then
They softened and healed
My soul
Never again will I
Stop
The therapeutic value of
Shedding my tears
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