I so love my investigative angle
Peoples lives I so love to untangle
I thank my Auntie for this
Taggart in Scotland was bliss
Watching the Detectives, was my handle
I gave you my HEART,
My FAITH,
My HOPE.
And now i have nothing left.
I have no heart to feel.
I have no faith to keep me going.
I have no hope to share.
I can not take it back; because i gave it to you, to hold and keep.
I'm a life-less, Dead hearted mortal, who can no-longer feel nor love.
No-longer to feel butterflies in my stomach as i see your wonderful, warm, caring smile.
Because i gave it all to you.
I left it all behind, so you can love me the way i did,
And now you're gone.
Only a memory in my head.
but my love for you is still the same.
*comment if you have any thought. (or fav poem) :)*
-Angel4eva23
LOVING ISN'T EASY
HARD TO PLEASE
NEVER SATISFIED
STOP COMPLAINING
BUILD THE STRENGTH TO LEAVE
HEED THE WARNING SIGNS
STEVIE WONDER LACKS SIGHT
AND HE CAN SEE THE WRITING ON THE WALLS
LEAVE ...
TWO BLACK EYES AND A BUSTED LIP
WILL YOU STAY UNTIL HE TAKES YOUR LAST BREATH
WHAT'S LOVE GOT TO DO WITH IT
LEAVE HE DOESN'T LOVE YOU....
LEAVE......HE'S UNFAITHFUL
INFLICTING YOU WITH TEN STD'S
ARE YOU WAITING FOR HIV
HIS PUNCHES TO THE STOMACH HAS CAUSED A
HOMEMADE ABORTION......
LEAVE...CLOSE YOU EARS AND EYES TO THE
INSINCERE CRIES OF SORRY.......
YOU SAY YOU DON'T WANT TO BE LONELY
YOU TRAPPED IN THE DEN WITH A FURIOUS LION
READY TO DEVOUR.....LEAVE..........
"It has been asked and asked again
By philosophers, commoners and kings
From primeval fall to a codeine brain
The question stays, for agony no wings.
Too ridiculous: I shall not shiver on
A roof without penthouse accommodation,
Nor care two hoots for the question
That rib just was not right for this situation.
I need a companion, friend, and lover
Not a cackling nag, or a full hormonal bag
Of nattering harassment, a complainer
Was not of my bone that now feeds the hag"
Poor man, what do tell this troubled soul
How truth so terrible comfort a frazzled friend
He is so out of his wit and without control
Truth will bring him closer to his tormented end.
Did not Yahweh, the designer, told a man
Whatsoever she say to you do it, and yet they
Got along as friends. To love your woman
Is the measure of your strength, and the day
You keep her happy from dawn to dusk
Is the measure of your manhood, and your trust
But endure here nattering peace to its husk
Is love stronger than iron, patience without rust.
Is
Is
EVERY NIGHT WE COME INSIDE THE FENCE.
THEY SEARCH OUR BAGS ON THE WAY IN.
WE DO THE JOB THAT MANY FEAR,
BUT EVERYNIGHT WE’RE ALWAYS HERE.
WE WATCH THE INMATES AND THE CONS,
WE WATCH THEM FROM MIDNITE TIL DAWN.
WE LOVE TO SEE THE RISING SUN,
IT TELLS US OUR SHIFT IS ALMOST DONE.
SOME THE NIGHTS ROLL RIGHT ALONG,
SOMETIMES THEY EVEN GO WRONG.
WE LOVE IT WHEN ALL GOES RIGHT.
IT MAKES FOR A PEACEFUL NIGHT.
THE OLDER OFFICERS SAY IT’S A GOOD JOB.
THE YOUNGER ONES SAY ITS TOO ROUGH,
THEY HAVE A HARD TIME BEING TOUGH.
WE HAVE A JOB NOT EVERYONE CAN DO.
THIS IS WHAT WE DO, ME AND YOU.
WE ARE THE OFFICERS YOU CAN SEE,
ON THE MIDNITE SHIFT AT D.O.C.
A crow and a seagull lift up the sun
With "Caw!" and a bright white wing.
Swift cars wheel round the shopping ground;
I hear their motors sing.
New steaming clouds from canneries rise,
Their growing billows pillowing skies.
What a great delight to see and hear
The work of nature and man so clear.
Who would disown it, who'd say nay,
To the joy of being on this beautiful day?
Not I; I love it, love it strong;
This is the Eden where I belong.