I hate it when they thought I thought,
I feel pain for portraying a clean portrait,
Life is like a tray,share your cake to invited guest,
Painted pictures envisage the true figure.
Lights in the day even when darkness rule in dawn as a don,
Night of day my sincerity is torn like a used toilet worker-
-surrendering to dirty papers.
Fear is a mastermind if you are so scared,
Men are killers stricks when you lean on their steps,
God is a faithful father in his care I lie on.
If I prefer a chain of gold ,
Doesn't mean I like pearls.
If I'm a glittering diamond,
I was once elusive though.
Slowly I frozed at this tone,
I knew better than I taught,
I thought better than I taught,
No love as they thought.
Lovely pain beyond imaginations,
Sequence of life record play,
Standing alone is my man of my own,
Stressing the noon day,
Has reward in the hazy time.
Take me wrong I feel calm.
At times an affectionate love can be weird,
Crazy out of reality but more fantasy I hear,
Cheers to my pain of reality,
My chains of the shady truth,
To the infirmity of the day of JOY....
I know that you are gone
but I still hear your footsteps on the walk…
your key in the lock…the dog welcoming you home.
“What’s for dinner?’’ you ask
“I am,” I playfully reply and smile
as you sweep me up in a bear hug and I can hardly breathe!
Your clothes hang in the closet waiting for your return.
I listen to your voice on the answering machine
a hundred times a day to prove you are still here.
I never imagined when you left me that morning
That this would be the last time we kissed..
I never would have let you go.
This date will forever be a day of shame and heartbreak
The world and I will never forget
This September 11th
The day the music stopped!
Copyright©2001 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved)
Have you ever seen a day
And wanted it to stay?
A day you want to last,
And never have to pass.
Or have you ever seen a day
That you wanted to go away?
A day you want to pass,
And never want to last.
Well I am here to say
That you will have those days.
But life goes on and on,
So don't worry about it all.
I found out on the step above,
The death of him, my only love.
My body froze on current path,
A wedding we were short to have.
At such a loss, my mind did leave,
And now I find, I cannot grieve.
For all is gone and left my hands,
Like fingers grasping tiny sand.
No purchase on this lonely step,
High and dry, yet soaking wet.
Rain will spill, in glossy form,
Yet stay I will until the dawn.
A puddle sits round sodden feet,
Warmth and care is all I seek.
Clouds did morph to tiny stars,
Yet rain it does throughout the dark.
Bitter frost starts creeping in,
The wind alone she cannot win,
For stand I do, on stony perch,
Despite the Gail of hidden mirth.
The day I woke from haunted sleep,
My step had sunken 10 foot deep.
Time had passed and left me weak,
Wrinkles now are all I keep.
I found myself amid the earth,
Egger now to keep me there.
Weathered face with silver hair,
Few more years then nearly there…
The day I passed I finally wept,
And found my love upon my step.
There he’d been forever more,
Tears he cried whatever for!?
The sun rises,
and so a new day begins.
But I look away, for the day has no beauty.
It touches me,
and I burn.
I feel the heat,
for I know why.
Why they can't feel
the heat that burns to the bone.
I stand and think,
I burn but no one see's.
For they don't know why,
and so they can't feel or see,
the burn of the light.
To know is to burn,
so not knowing is my gift
to you.
His name is Billy Reynolds.
He's called other names by some.
There are those that call him " Mr. Dirt".
But by most he's called "the bum"!
I see him as he strolls along,
but I don't know where he goes.
Any time - day or night,
and he wears the same old clothes.
His wardrobe rarely changes much,
no matter what the season.
It appears he never takes a bath
for some ungodly reason.
I've seen him walking with a guitar.
As he walks along, he sings.
That really doesn't sound so odd,
except the guitar has no strings!
I've wondered where he sleeps at night,
or where he gets his meals.
I've wondered what his life is like,
what he thinks and how he feels?
How do you suppose he got that way?
What do you contend?
Me, I can't imagine,
it's hard to comprehend!
How long can he go on that way,
walking the streets alone?
I hope the good Lord watch's over him,
until the day He calls him home.
ONE DAY U WOULD REALIZE !!!
Dear,
One day U would realize
Ur decision to leave wasn’t wise
I always tried to maintain Our ties
But U had so much faith on someone’s lies
For which now , I M paying the price
Dear,
One day U would realize
Ur path is just a compromise
U never responded to My noble tries
Which always gave Me surprise
Dear,
One day U would realize
Without U My heart always cries
Without U the mind never stabilize
Without U the time never flies
Without U pain always maximized
Dear,
One day U would realize
I was never like those mean guys
I lost U here but not in paradise
The love We shared never dies
I hope U would soon realize
-----YASHU
Feverish Smiles
grace the faces
of disturbed creatures
Harsh Heartbeats
slam through bodies,
Uncontrollable
The needle
it hurts
but you know
it gets worse
You look toward your own
and you want to go home
Close your eyes tight
then open them wide
one day you'll see love,
one day you'll see light,
one day you'll see life
After your time
in the room
with the man
with the blood
on his hands
With your teeth
that are clenched
and your fist in a ball
Tears and confusion
melt through your skin,
your insides
fall to the floor,
the cold tile floor.
On the day I realized we could no longer be, my eyes filled heavy with tears so that
I could not see, MY heart sunk so low it missed a beat, my hands trembled and my
knees went weak. As hard as it was to stand up straight, I forced myself to see
your face.
I opened my mouth as to speak but all I heard was a squeak. You gently wiped the
tears from my face, telling me not to speak. After kissing both of my eyes I looked
up to see your tear streaked face, leaving no answers and no regrets.
Slowly waking away you turned one last time to say : You're mine forever, we did
what we did and that is that.
With the passing of time that day still shines in my mind, I catch myself saying :
You're forever mine with no regrets that we did what we did.
You missed another rainbow today
That's twelve since the day you died
Every time I see one, I think of you
I'm not ashamed to admit that I cried
Another sunset ushered in the night
The end to a beautiful day
That's seven hundred and thirty since you've been gone
It's funny how time slips away
I wish you could feel the raindrops
As they softly caress your skin
Or the chill tucked inside a winter's breeze
As you wait for the snow to begin
I want you to know that I'm sorry
For the things that I did that day
I wish I could go back and change things
For it wouldn't have ended this way
Today would have been your birthday
And each day I pray, that maybe
You and God will someday forgive me
For the day I aborted my baby
The world plays on day by day, each day it passes by
Days are filled with dreams, nights I want to cry
Inside there is a void, numbness in my soul
All I can do is hope and pray
That time will be no more
All my loves have gone away, family not around
God my source of comfort, still cannot be found
The sun outside is shining, inside a dreary day
All I can do is hope and pray
For my final resting place
Day by day still lingers on, change cannot be found
Hatred fills my soul and spirit, till I can’t take no more
I cannot stay another day on this place and dream
All I can do is hope and pray
For hell and judgment day
So far from perfection, reminded every day,
Always striving to reach the unreachable,
Yet doomed to fall forever short, imperfect,
Not ever enough, no matter how I try.
I get by for a few days, decent, but not great,
And inevitably, I fall short, I drop the ball.
Of all the things I juggle, all the things in my life,
You are the most important, and your disapproval cuts the deepest.
I’ll rarely let on how much this act wears on me,
How tired I become, tired of juggling these things,
But I cannot fail, I cannot stop, and so go on,
Seldom complaining, and never explaining my worries.
And so I juggle on, picking up all that I drop,
For I know that you are juggling too, endlessly,
And I try to help in any way I can, though far away,
And I despair when I realize, once again, I have failed.
So I come to understand, again and again, daily,
That I will never be good enough, never meet my own standards,
That you deserve better than I, though I dread the day you come to this,
The same conclusion, for that is the day I lose everything.
Many places, many towns
People seem to dream
Dreams full of love and life
Terror and passed mistakes
What, if anything comes from these
Maybe purging of the soul
Could it be events to come?
It would be nice to know
There have been dreams that have come true
In another place and time
I had a dream not long ago
That revealed a family crime
I would hate to be like Joseph
The interpreter of many dreams
A blessing cursed from heaven and hell
If in fact they do exist
The message received, a grain of salt
Until the truth revealed
Events portrayed will remain in hiding
Until it’s time to tell
My only wish from this day on
The torment will cease one day
Bringing sleep void of dreams
Taunting night and day
©2011 J R Vick 4/19/2011 5:29 AM
When I would talk to you on the phone I would always tell you I Love You.......
befor we would hang the phone up we would never say good bye ........
Why oh why did I hang the phone up that day??????
I feel as if I would have never hung up that day you would still be here.......
O but no god wanted you there with him to add one more angle to his army of
many......Grandma why did I hang up that one faithful day that day before you died
and went to heaven to be with the lord???? I wanted to still call and hear your
sweet sweet voice and never let it leave my head for you grandma I will never say
good bye for good bye is forever and I know one day I know you will be there to
welcome me home and I will forever be there with you again. I love and Miss you
Grandma may you R.I.P 4/16/2011
Wondering here and there
with every thought pending
each day and night
I begin to see that light
of living forever and I see
that light of hope as I watch
my own life unfolding within
So sad for a lonely man
who know it will come to
an end some day in his life
Only I know when, where,
and how but refusing to let
the pain over take what's left
inside of me (that is good)
I watch the clock ticking along
as I listen to my own heart
beats day and night
Filled with so much emotions
at so sad a time in life only I
know when it will come to an end
I dream and think as you do
with every thought pending
each day and night I am
living never forgetting
Only I know when, where,
and how being lonely will end
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