what else could i write?
nothing’s left in my fight.
when all reluctant faces turn,
my eyes will darken and burn.
i thought of many solutions,
yet none have seized.
i brought in more pollutions,
in my life, i never pleased.
what else is in sight?
promising souls alight
in an upbring of my return,
from within a body i churn.
burnt and darkened eyes,
turn to a face that cries.
with nothing left in my fight,
what else could i possibly write?
Categories:
upbring, angst, betrayal, confusion, depression,
Form: Rhyme
Used upshot ~ no just quiet ring
as Grandma sits upon her swing
content, but how, you want to sing
can quiet rest so willingly!
Her eyes seem set ~ yet seeing more
it must be from some elsewhere store
no name for it ~ I've never seen
this humming silence ~ all upbring!
A few things in her blighted way
just keep it simple ~ she might stray
to find herself another day
just Grama's room ~ no others play!
"Semper Fidelis" is our goal,
while Grama's just another soul
I must keep courage, country's role
the young, my strength, my certained skoal!
My house, my car, my holding's grow
my kids, my yard, my food enow ~
my fun in living for the show,
my lust's inebriating's toll!
Bring Grama home ~ she's all you've left
the years between, her roads still cleft
when she did hone your seed in debt ~
Bring Grama home . . . her grace is kept!
Categories:
upbring, devotion, family, love, peoplehome,
Form: Monorhyme
The tide be bought
like angels caught
to repitition's swing in draught!
I still am poor
and thanks galore
appreciating Spring the more!
When I need grace
its to the floor
upon my bended knees, restore.
But King not need
or monarch's breed
a civil rights suit ~ intercede!
I love this turf
with all I'm worth
no symbols keeping royal birth!
We're all extent
of freedom's rent
this one ~ that one, & not "upbring!"
Equal and just
all portions trust
the cup of Godly peace take thrust!
A monarch's claim
not be my fame
it's liberty ~ or death's remain!
That's tough to do
this miseries stew
is still far better . . . . than their thing!
Categories:
upbring, dedication, history, loss
Form: Monorhyme
As not in merit's solaced wing,
my love undying knows a spring
of willfulness consorts upbring,
and then confronting leaves to cling -
To sourcefulness, my own thy cringe
at losing more thy space to string
of uselessness thy people's ring
becomes as one, while thee in fling -
Give way, thy own, while others bring
a portion - while thy root infringed
is scattered, with refracting tinge.
Thee grasping, only ransom binge -
In repetition's grant - assault
thy mind and heart, confused - result!
Categories:
upbring, addiction, native american,
Form: Rhyme