you make me angry.
you really piss me off.
and yet somehow,
someway,
it is not hate
I feel for you, K.
There are times I still think of you
hard to let you go
First love so young could it hold
parted we never will know
Once in awhile your in my dreams
your face so clearly beams
To heal my heart I forgot your name
to never think it ended my pain
Life is funny cause you go on
other lovers fill your heart with song
Time eases and life belongs
moments of you can't be wrong
I know you did great always strong
without me sure you got along
could it ever though somehow be
that in this moment you remember me
Just a girl who crushed my world
and handle my heart with a twirl
Someway I knew you were the girl
your name forgotten...my sweet pearl
Two little hands
Two little feet
Ten perfect fingers
Ten perfect toes
All wrapped in one precious angel.
Something simple for most, but difficult for some.
One day I will feel the flutters of those kicks
One day I will hold you, smelling that newborn scent.
Who knew something so wanted could feel so far away from being reality?
My dear
One day
Someway
Somehow.
I tripped on a cloud and fell-a eight miles high
I tore my mind on a jagged sky
~Mickey Newberry, writer
Performed by Kenny Rogers and the First Edition, 1968
Acid trippin’
drippin’
big black letters
on a dead end sign
Deep dark hole
my soul my mind
crawling in
crawling out
Straight up
straight down
downtown
somewhere
Saw too much
blew out my mind
and I have no spare
so I just dropped in
Do you know
please tell me
what condition is
my condition in
Anyway
someway
your way
my way
Our way
someday
uncloudy
Sunday
I spent most of my life believing
That love was a needless emotion
It was only hurt and disappointment
Guiding me to believe in this notion
Then something changed when I met you
This feeling like none I've ever known
Maybe it was the passion in your eyes
Or the tenderness that your heart shown
Each day with you was proof to me
Love is what my heart did feel
And love was anything but needless
It was something meaningful and surreal
Now I never want a day to pass
That will leave you with any doubt
Of how much your love means to me
Or what my love for you is about
This passion and love inside me
Continues to grow stronger by the day
Making me want to prove my love
And I will somehow someway
Know that at times I will struggle
Love is something new for me
But what we have between us
Is made to last for an eternity
The love I have for you won't die
It's like the vastness of the sky
Infinite in length of feet
Immortal, total, full, complete
I have no means to show you now
But maybe someday, someway, somehow
I can before my life is through
Give all the love I have to you
I'm most grateful dad in this world.
Blessed with a wife 2 boys and 3 girls.
They brought meaning to my life.
I could not ask for a better wife.
Whenever I were feeling down.
God would send one of you around.
Forgive me for the times I'd overreact.
I wish someway I could get them back.
I am human just like you.
And not proud of all I say and do.
You can lay all money on this bet.
Not one of you do I regret.
Don't know how much time God has for me.
But you all make my heart so very happy.
When I come to the end of my time.
I'm grateful to say, thank you for being mine!
Don't ever dwell on the things we've blown.
Ask God for forgiveness and help you move on!
Come to my Facebook page anytime or day.
To see in words what my heart wants to say!
I Love You All!
Don’t add me to some country if you can
Affiliation of the small to something big
Is not my thing, I’m only what I am
Not greater than I was, and used to be
Don’t mix me with the current politicians
Do not expect that I would stage a coup
I was an artist but I lacked ambition
I do not paint since twenty twenty two
There are much better artists whose conception
Is in someway akin to realism
I don’t belong to that most popular direction
My art is something like anachronism
Nobody buys it anyway, and I can’t sell
The world appears more stupid every day
Dear Lord up there, can you stop this hell
This boring hell, with endless games to play
The devils part became way more expanded
Than it was meant to be in your dividing plan
Return me to my home, for here I’m stranded
Bring back to life my love and me again.
Darling, it’s a sunny day
You’re with me, you’re in me
Darling, Pippa waits to play
Can’t you see
“Listen, if you hear me, love
Nothing comes again
You’re my lovely boy
You can’t understand”
Crescent moon and Venus
There you are, there I am
Darling, do you see us
Tell me if you can
“Hear what I say, my love
Nothing comes again
You’re my elfin boy
You can’t understand”
Darling, it’s a starry night
Come and see, come to me
Don’t stay silent, switch the light
Darling, let us be
“Hear me, dear Grisha
Nothing comes again
Someday, someway
You will understand”..
I'm just a boy with ink-stained fingers,
A canvas of paper, and a mind that lingers
In the shadows of doubt, where words lose their way
And the silence screams louder, with each passing day
My words are but whispers, lost in the wind
Doodles and scribbles, with no rhyme or reason within
I search for a melody, a harmony to share
But my voice is a murmur, a faint echo, beyond repair
Perhaps I should surrender, lay down my pen
Admit that my words are but ashes, not the flames I've sought within
But still, I'm drawn to the silence, the emptiness of the page
A siren's call, beckoning me to fill the space
So I'll scratch at the quiet, with fevered hand
And hope that somehow, someway, my words will stand
Not as a poet, but as a soul laid bare
A fragile, flickering flame, that dares to share.
Wisdom innate & within Us All
(mass consciousness is coming)
Those who now stand opposed but know to rest at bay,
They will yet live to Fight another day,
If we choose to walk the given walk,
Use Words, Music, Frequencies, vibrations that resonate,
For those that don't or won't, cannot then talk,
For words are this and much more, but also a message to liberate..,
Propaganda is everywhere except in ourselves,
We the former subjugated masses must now really unite,
Stolen youth and of course mass stolen wealth,
God given consciousness is in us all,
Freedom from all the pervasive lies and stealth,
Concede, acquiesce to a downtrodden Humanity,
Or break free completely and rise up tall?
Waking up isn't so hard to do,
As it is the basic sense, the moral instinct inside of you,
Reconnect to Humanity's mass consciousness now,
Failing to do so, is an incentive to fall,
Find a way, anyway, someway and somehow,
Wisdom innate & within Us All
Kurt Hubbard-Beale
2nd October 2022
During covid 19 Global lockdown and Constant new Wars
The PoetTree
Awaken Poetry. Awareness Poetry. Geopolitical. Philosophical. Music. Shared
Maybe I still love you even after all these years
Maybe if I could hold you and ease away your fears
It wasn't meant to be nothing was ever right
Everyone, everything against us too young to fight
Nothing I said or did could convince you to stay
Was that easy to forget me by running away
I searched but you I never could find
If only if only we would have met at another time.
Innocence never survives we always grow up
Feelings of youth so easy for others to disrupt
If I was stronger maybe we had a chance
But a boy is ridicule when it comes to romance
They said I never could love you just a fancy passing by
When you left me inside my heart died
The world kept spinning my happiness declined
For our love condemned to wait for another time.
If you still love me find a way to let me know
For my love for you only grows and grows
Your promise made to me as I made to you
That someday, someway together our love true
Maybe each night I read your letter you wrote to me
Maybe each day I keep on living cause I choose to believe
How long must we wait for each other it is a crime
For now and forever shall be our another time.
Someone
lost in a meandering season
Somebody
crying for all the wrong reasons
Somehow
married to a new in between
Someway
missing what others have seen
Someplace
the meaning stays hidden and waits
Sometimes
my wishes both early and late
Something
infused in the moments I’ve lost
Somewhere
abandoned — the ultimate cost
(Dreamsleep: October, 2024)
What good are good byes
When in the end someone always cries
Here today gone tomorrow
Lost in sorrow
Cannot stay
Going home today
Just my way
To leave without a word
Good-byes, just too painful to be heard
Emotions stirred
Hidden behind a brick wall
A silent tear starts to fall
A gift from above
A heart full of love
Gone so fast
Why can't dreams ever last
Such is the past
Starting from the womb
The silence of a tomb
The nothing ringing so loud
Hiding from the crowd
Standing in plain sight
Bring forth the light
Invisible for all to see
The pain of being free
How sad that can be
Hope for a better tomorrow
Maybe in that land of no sorrow
The darkness starts to cry
I don't know why
I wish just to fly
Beyond the pain
The stain
Someday
Someway
Time will be on my side
No need to hide
Wish you could see
That which is me
Just might set me free
Lived my life full
At times the fool
So much I saw
Thinking my life was a flaw
Times I did not care
Blissfully unaware
A clock winding down
In time I started to drown
A lot of times I wore a frown
Going from day to day
Not even trying to find an easier way
Live or die
Odds were, no one would care enough to cry
Passing of the light
Life was a fight
I live yet
Good thing I didn't make a bet
May be I will yet live long
My heart is now beating strong
The rest of my years are bonus rounds
To do my best
I have passed all the test
Just need a little rest
So many places to go from here
No fear
Not the end of time
The beginning of a new rhythm
The start of forever
The past I sever
A learning tool
At times I may still play the fool
But life is now mine
To make my star shine
Up to me
Choice is never free
You always have to pay
....Someday..
....Someway...
On to the bonus rounds
Happy sounds
Life begins today
Guide my way
Every day will be my best day
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