I look up to the sky
Remembering past dreams
Wondering where the dreamer went
Looking back to the past.
Having lived and loved
Sacrificed and gave everything to those who won my heart
Now I look at this moment wondering what the hell I did.
Sold my dreams for a broken kiss and
a hundred thousand times
Looking to the future,
Wondering where to start,
Looking at the past dreams,
Looking to the sky
Missing old loves,
missing old things.
Wondering what can I do to find who I am?
I look at the world now with jaded eyes.
Wishing for a good thing to last,
Wondering if it ever could.
Wondering how the world is so cruel
To break things down, build them up, destroying love and hate like a toy in a dream.
Day after day same monotonous routines
Work and more work is that all it means
From this moment onwards until I'm old,
Be walking to work, rain, snow and cold
Depressed and lifeless beyond belief
I'll be frail and old before I find relief
Tired and bleary and eyes like lead
Thinking, can it be any worse if I was dead
Where there are no more worries or heartache
But I have to struggle with life, for my family's sake
So similar are the days, they all seem hazy
Another 50 odd years left, I can see myself going crazy
I want to sleep for an eternity. And wake up refreshed
Ready to take on the years that are left
But that dream I'll have to wait for, for when I'm in my grave
Knowing my luck, it'll be my old dull life that I'll crave
But where there is a will ... I'll find a way
I will battle up life's hill. Day after day
Like many who have come and gone before me,
I will survive and succeed, just wait... you'll see
Today is a new day you hope it will be great but is can be hell if you are not careful.
Always think of good things all the time I know this is hard to do but if you do it all your
days will always be good. If you take time to just be nice to someone look around you
will see the good and the bad. See thinking good though will make life not so sad all
you need is a dream. One that will make you see life is not all that bad.
Madness seems to follow everyone it seems these days.
People seem to be so angry, in so many ways.
I did not use to have much stress, in years past.
Though here lately, pressures grow very fast.
Dealings in my job of facility property that’s old.
Seems like so many want it free, and make it bold.
Though I have found if I grant one a bold gift,
Another comes around and gives my life a rift.
They seem to want to be fair in who gets what.
As long as it is themselves that get, others not,
Other things I have noticed about so many chums.
They want more play at work, and become bums.
Now not all are like this, but the bad seed churns.
Making life harder on others who make good turns,
I enjoy all the differences people have within.
Though here lately all the madness starts again.
written for
Sponsor Carolyn Devonshire
Contest Name March Madness
In life it seems like all I do it chase the world. The more I chase the world the more I
miss out on life. So the more I miss out on life the more I want to chase the world.
I go through life not sure what to find so many thing I have on my mind. I must find
then one by one before I die this must be done. With these things on my mind I don’t
know what to do. All these things make me a little blue so I must find them one by one
so I can free my mind. If they are in front of my eyes I cannot see too many things they
are making my blind. All these things I must find so as I go through life I will be sure of
what to find.
Being average is not enough for a reward,
resolve to do better and be a champion...
someone moving forward, not going backward;
keep your focus on resolution, don't lose direction.
If I had done that, I would have a fewer regrets,
been more confident and enjoyed life more as the true achievers;
are the deligent ones ever influenced by dissidence?
No, they're strong-minded and take great risks without dilemmas!
I would have been much happier, stronger and healthier,
if I had diverged and taken another path...
by not listening to those voices of dissuasion that
increased my distraught, throwing me into disorder.
I have learned as others have and defeating my plans,
I conquered nobody or nothing and nearly ceased to exist...
I couldn't give or feel joy as my outlook on life was the worst;
today, I'm resolving to do better by not forfeiting my chances.
Hebetudinous life slipping away,
With the tick tock of the clock
Killing me every disgruntling second,
Of every bloody hour of every day
This preposterous plague of sadness
Prohibiting my pleasures
Dictating the dose strength of my badness
In its self-contradictory unbalanced measures
Do we have to live this way?...
We suppose to have an equal balance of choices…
In life
Not a spunkless ride on an emotionally, impetuous,
Inconsolable, nagging wife
Or numbed in a repetitive dull pointless job
In the pursuit of happiness being over worked under paid
While the credit crunch rides cataclysmic waves and we say “No Prob”
Can’t even come home and release the stress, oversexed under laid
The morbid thought of attaining lottery success
Just so we can shaft the misses and work place
I suppose those that have is bliss I must confess
To pull down your pants, bend over and say “in your face”
Hmmmm
The Hebetudinous life slipping away,
With the tick tock of the clock
Killing me every disgruntling second,
Of every bloody hour of every day
My poetry is mainly inspired
by full music sounds and lyrics,
lifting my soul when I'm tired,
easing mental twisted mind tricks.
The sound comes with the ear kicks,
and constant on going in flow
my spirit begins to feel mix
lifting me up when I be low.
Imagination spins in slow
gears shift tracks flip life rearranges,
till its unimportant to know,
all the moves and all the changes.
Pain subsides and then estranges
both page and note sprint rushing through,
harmony melody ranges,
song marks the paper into,
the moment of creation due,
due to creation's press to leave,
God like structures birth to anew
my rhymes enter life to receive,
to become life itself! BELIEVE,
Everything has been created
not to lie or else to deceive,
but to unlock those still jaded,
sick not knowing hating hated,
that its there gift now to create,
not for A's or contests rated,
life's circle calling us to bait,
more people in creation wait,
not finding more inspiration.
not inspired by creative's trait
not knowing natural elevation.
I proclaim you of value
Not because you possess me
But because I am the symbol
Of your imagined needs
From the world
If you don't have me in your life
You will suffer
If you have me in your life
You will look on others who don't
Watch them die
And you will suffer
Believe in me
Cherish the freedom
Only I can give you
Fix your gaze on me
And never look away
I am your only hope
For a just and better world