Again, this thread is getting toooooooo long!!!

Will take my stuff from the original thread and start it here.

Full Circle

You used to make all my dreams come true, but our last call left me black and blue.

You took me to my highest heights, you pulled me to my lowest low
and you ain't got one ounce of remorse or sorrow.
Keep raking up memories so true for me and all games to you,
telling me daily I love you, I love you...

Now you love another and you knew it for all time,
she might be your new queen but she'll never know your rhyme.
You had it all, you lost even more,
You'll never know love like this again, that's for sure.

Why you did this, only you will know,
cause you can't bring me the truth today or even tomorrow.
I don't love what I got,  its already gone, but was it ever there?
You just leave me alone in despair, yet always saying pain is what you'd spare...

You did a good number on my heart and you always could, right from the start.

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Bruised and beat, my what a treat,
got me spinning and swirling, my stomach still churning,

I can’t take it no more, all the pain; my heart’s so sore.
I gotta get out of this place, I gotta leave now, gotta save face.

We went from A to B then ended at Z, why can’t you heal me, set me free?
I wish you’d explain, some closure, some thought
For me, for old times, cause you loved me, or not?

My world ended that day and I wish I could go back.
Why can’t we go back?

Soulless, alone,
my mate has now flown.

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As I said before, these both mean a lot to me and will do for some time to come.

Andy x

Numb from the inside out

I remember that time I said I wouldn't cry,
the worst thing I ever did to my heart, was tell such a lie.
I lied over and over, convincing myself things will be alright,
but the truth of the matter is, it will never be right.

Too many questions, but he doesn't hear my voice,
killing me again and again with his silence, by his choice.
My voice used to be heard, the only reason in his rhyme,
instead I fell victim to this terrible crime.

Never was I perfect, never could I see,
Knowing I was so used, what a fool I turned out to be.
My soul was ripped from my heart, can't make it clear in my head,
this isn't me living, this is my spirit dead.

-------------------> Andy x

Wow.  Very powerful words.  There's nothing more I can really say.  A lot of emotion hitting me like a ton of bricks.  I am at a loss for words.  Simply amazing.

My Love Letter To You

The girl is hot tonight.
And I can’t believe my eyes.
With her last single breathe.
I promise no to cry.
Because you are the one.
Who I’ll be with forever.
And take my life, complete it.
With my… life for you.

The fire alarm goes off.
Let’s burn this city down.
Children run everywhere.
Hoping is never found.
I take my life and see.
The better things I know.
With one fucking gasp.
I hope this is not old.

I love you.
Why can’t you believe me?
I love you.
My promise to you.

With this I say.
Come one, come another.
I hope to stay.
And see the things that are forbid.
My love for you.
Is only taken from a bottle.
Why can’t you see?
That we were meant to be?

I love you.
Why can’t you believe me?
I love you.
My promise to you.

I love you.
Why can’t you believe me?
I love you.
My promise to you.

Quoted from Rob S. Wow.  Very powerful words.  There's nothing more I can really say.  A lot of emotion hitting me like a ton of bricks.  I am at a loss for words.  Simply amazing.

Thank you for your comments Rob.

Like I said, it's all very real to me and well, writing it all down is helping me get through it all.

Andy

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Andrew, I really felt 'My Love Letter To You' - hope to see more of your poetry in here.

This is more of a song but whatever.

Tell Johnny I Won't Make It

Her lips taste like a loaded gun.
Only aching for the love of you.
Her breathe is like kissing ice.
Sticks to you every moment.
If only I could take you back.
And spend the last dying minutes with you.

This is a call for all the people with the dying romances.
If only I could hope for the best of you.
And take back my only regards that involve our friendship.
Over dying seas with love embedded to it.

Don’t you think this gratitude has taken itself too far?
Fucking and dying are the only things you know how to do.
I can take my life and you won’t give a shit.
If only we had made it better again.

This is a call for all the people with the dying romances.
If only I could hope for the best of you.
And take back my only regards that involve our friendship.
Over dying seas with love embedded to it.

With all the people involved.
Taking time and fucking it away.
Easier said then done she said…
So she slit her wrists hoping the pain would go away.

This is a call for all the people with the dying romances.
If only I could hope for the best of you.
And take back my only regards that involve our friendship.
Over dying seas with love embedded to it.

This is a call for all the people with the dying romances.
If only I could hope for the best of you.
And take back my only regards that involve our friendship.
Over dying seas with love embedded to it.

Exhale

Taking my hand, so strong and so tanned, you twirled me around and around,
I tickled your arm, was part of my charm and you made that funny sound.

That terrible start, went straight through my heart, but we came back again and again,
The day after that, a small little spat, but thereafter my yin was your yang.

A little more time and I was in line for the best days my life had ever seen,
Overcoming my fear of losing you here and you got me through pain, quite a team!

Soon you’d go and I’d suffer the blow of losing my soul and my mate,
But it wasn’t so bad; you’d never leave sad, we were setting another new date.

Lost and alone and so scared on the phone, of losing you and soon I would know,
The days that were hard, never became easy to re-start and my fear deep inside would then grow.

I got through my hell in the midst of my cell but I know this is where I begin,
To live like before, always so raw, to let that take place, that’s a sin.

Time to move on and to heal in good time, for that’s the way my life will flow,
And when I get sad for the times that we had, I know there’ll always be tomorrow.

Today I feel proud, to shout it out loud, I’m doing and moving for me,
See I was the clown who made myself frown, constantly doubting who I could be.

----------------> Andy x  

My Mirror Image Of You:
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Time for something new
All alone in your bathroom
With a line for you and a line for me
A pistol in your hand and the release is all for free

This place cracks in two
The lies that you tell come true
Though you don't ever sing for me
I know what I need from you

You held me then but never again
I needed you when you didn't want me too
Sometimes we loose the lines, the ones that get crossed
It makes it hard to connect your dots

What gave you all your scars
The ones that make up who you are
Places like faces that we forget without traces
I don't wanna loose you & I don't wanna abuse you
Why do you always run into the arms of the ones who use you

And in the end everyone's here with me
But they're all here just to be seen
I got you then and I get you now

I'm down
And I'm low
But watch me try not to let you go
Cause If I could be your anything I'd still be your everything
Cause if I could be your anything I'd still be your everything
Cause if I could be your anything I'd still be your everything
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Just started writing this one, it's a bit early and stuff, but I'm druged up on pills for an alergic reaction to lots of Alcohol and a sleeping aid I was given for pain in my shoulder... This came to me about a friend who I knew a few ago... 2 years or so, she's not all there now, but we still see eachother time after time. I wrote this for her... kinda and partly for this new girl... well, that's a different story all together.

I hope you like it, if not... pretend to know you like it.

Phil Jackson and your 9 Rings
Come back to the Lakers,
Save us from Kobe the Legacy Killer,
The one who chased Shaq away,
The young star who were given
The keys to the franchise
And he crashed it into a wall.

Fans will greet you with cheers and pedals
Staples Center can be your roaming grounds,
The sidelines, your home, the team yours again.
Save Laker fans from the disappointment
And the harsh reality that the front office
Forced us to live in.
Save us from mediocrity.
Phil Jackson, be the Lakers' hero again.

I believe in holes way up in the sky
Where christ and the devil pray on angles wings and ask quetions why
Same as you and same as he
Nothing better do but to disagree
A common place, name and face, hell a common enemy

We would run like scattered pelets from a shotgun
We would hide like mice from men with traps and lock ups
We would dance in the streets like it was our last feast
Always knowing the judgment wasn't on us

Yeah, I believed in a thing called love and trust
But so many people and years turned it to rust
So melt I will, in the pits of hell where I stand on trial
A man of myself, a man of my on freedom no more
Where is the love, where is the peace and where is the justice in our world

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I wrote this while sitting in a holding tank a few nights back for drinking and driving... Well, in my head sort of but the rest came later. The things you'll do when you're drunk and looking for nothing better to do, LOL!

Balt~

P.S.
I was only in there for a few hours too... think about the years so many set in there. Too much to think about, I dunno... I was ready to bust down walls. Not a good place to be. At all.

Love is a fall:
As you sit idly by: watching your muse, in utter silence and timid flirtations.
Of distant memories, shaded with idealism, she haunts you with the thoughts of what if.
And you
aghast and awash in a sea of self doubt, of indignant fuckery and other trite and troublesome musings that say you’re attempts are ill fated and it is unwise to press on.
And you
stand back yearning to cry: “I love you!”, “Yes, I fucking love you!”,    but you only manage to utter affable  nothings in passing bys.
And you’re falling:
Falling in love
Falling for love
until
…. you hit the ground.

This was written about a girl I've been kicking myself over and over for not asking out.

I know I'll catch sh*t for this one.


                                           Where Is The Dream?

Mother,
   
    What has happened to the raised fist?
(that lover of men turned harlot)

Given up ethnicity for
God
&
Gold

Ties that bind
(Slavemasters)

Mother:

    Have the savages been tamed? Are they now in love?
(with those that have hated and mistreated)

    Still burning crosses on the lawn
    of
        the
            mind.

    The incessant fire flits at nerve
    dam
       aged
    spir
    its

    No longer feeling

    An annoyance of that horse being beaten too
    m   a   n   y      t   i   m   e   s

    Oh Mother,

    If only I were a nigger.

It was like the night we laid upon the stars.
I looked in your beautiful eyes.
I saw my future and I saw you waiting.
If only I could to it right then and now.
We could be happy and I would finally love.

God, all I did wrong was make the mistake of not doing it.
Now she’s gone and I have no love left.
Because of her I remember the best nights of my life.
Dinner, movies and even mischief.
We were like that and you know what I mean.
Now it’s over… and I can’t believe it.

I said, ‘I love you.”
She said it back.
Next day I remembered how could I think of that?
I know it was true and now you do to.
Maybe once you realize that I am not joking and we were meant for each other…

She called the next day.
“Where is Joe?”
Mother hung up the phone not knowing where he’d go.
The police are searching, every corner, and every street.
Not being able to find clues or a reason why.
“But my phone was disconnected and I didn’t know what to do.”
“I have twenty missed calls, all from you.”

She went out searching everywhere they’ve been.
She never had luck only disgrace.
After one week of looking she remembered one thing.
“What about under the stars?”

She made her way, miles and miles.
Almost at the spot they admitted their love.
He was laying there, slit wrists and a hole in the head.
Next to the gun there was a note.
Splattered in blood, she then picked up the note.
A tear ran down her face as she read it out loud.

“I swear I love you and I will miss you.
You had me waiting all night and I can not live with this anymore.
Are you ignoring me?
Or you just plain hate me?
I love you, baby.
If only you could feel the same way…”

Today marks a new day, for you and for me
and though you don't even know it, I've finally set you free.

It broke my heart to get here and killed me through and through,
but in the end I made it, I'm finally getting over you.

I sleep at night and drift again instead of broken dreams,
I even wake and forget to think of you, as strange as it seems.

I have one thing to thank you for, for waking myself up to me,
I learnt a lot, got burnt a lot, but now I see who I want to be.

A brand new me~

congrats, andy.  i'm proud of you.  that one was terrific.

My Perfect Goodnight

Laying in our bed I see you there, a vision of love and hope, so pure,
I lose myself in your eyes, twinkling away in that black satin sky, with oh so much allure.

I love the way you look into my soul and tap into the real inner me,
The touch of your fingers, running over my lips, makes me feel giddy.

Your warm gentle caress soothes my heart and lights up my world and my mind,
You chase away all the fears, the pain and the hurt and in you, my strength do I find.

Bringing me close and holding me tight, loving me all night long,
A dream that came true, for me and for you, yes this is our happy song.

Meaningless

I sit here alone and cry,
I can't bring myself joy, I won't lie.
I can't be me, I don't know who I am yet.
when will I know, how will I grow?
A fucking love fool, I'll bet.

Give me the strength to go back and rewind,
let me find the truth amongst all your lies,
Help me, heal me from the lingering spies,
who follow me around in the shadow of my mind

I want to erase you, you mean nothing and everything to me.
Leave me alone and just let me be.

I hate you, why won't you leave?

Those were awesome, Andy.  You have a natural poetic talent.  Beautiful, powerful words.

Thank you so much, Rob. Kind of you to say hon, thank you  

I liked the last two as well.  Recent inspirations or had you been sitting on those?  Sadly, I've not been able to tap my poetic juices of late.  I've been working on a short story though.  Guess that's something.

Thanks Lesley!! Both recent 'inspirations' actually. Hope you post up your short story. Would like to read it  

Andy

seeing as i've recently come to the realization that words are only clumsy attempts to convey something amazing and wonderfully unique, i won't say anymore about your poems.

full circle has certain personal significance as well.

Whenever I re-read 'Full Circle' it still brings back a whole wave of emotions for me...

Have you any poems, Jordan?

Also, does anyone else struggle to write poetry when they're happy too? I find it so, so much easier when I'm unhappy, to let it all out! Once I start, I just can't stop sometimes!

Andy x

I found what I was looking for just searching, around
I cried for what I was crying for just waiting around
And I felt what I was feeling for just feeling, around

The World is so big
And they're tears in your eyes
I would take you on a walk but you'd run from the lies
Because the World is so big
There are millions of other guys
But you chose to stay with me and chose to lie
Cause the World is so big
And there are tears in my eyes...

I never knew the thoughts would pass
You always seem to surpass every other memory
They are like an open book
I remember the night we first shook
And we told each other simple words
Mine was true, how about you?
Did you tell me the solemn truth?
Or were you using me like you used to do?

Failing to contain the pain inside of me
Thinking about the stuff you took from me
Ripping my life away...
Cruelly slapping my significance on this World
Harmfully putting yourself in danger
This is not how you should take out your anger...

This is the way you take out your anger...
Exclude the violence
Exclude the knife
Exclude the hatred
Can we please forget our last fight

I know I can't...
Cause that's when you left me

That was really good, Huggy. Full of emotion indeed.

Andy x

Running Late
----------------------------
Well am I asking too much for you to come see me
Cause it's been 2 months going on three this evening

You see mom's been doing alright without you at night
But I gotta admit it's taken me for a ride
And somewhere out there, there are words you wrote
And even more you spoke in this cloudy sky that I still hold onto so tight

Not knowing you is showing on me more and more
Cause I can't remember the last time I felt much worse

So maybe when you get done with all that you've just begun
You'll find the time to be my best friend, listen and read to me again.

Well I'm all grown up right now... And I guess all these years left us some how.

I don't believe in all those stories you told, either... Santa clause or the easter bunny, not even the tooth fairy who left me all that money.

I don't believe in catch, kites or riding bikes... Going into the woods on an endless hike, then realizing we never even left our neighboorhood.

I don't believe in bithday wishes, all the promises of going fishing but the one thing I still can't believe no more, is all the stories of how or why you couldn't come thru my front door.
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Just wrote this one... It's alright. Not my best...

Balt~

You know they made a movie about the end of the world
It was 12 seconds long and didn't have a plot

The light is on
The light is ours
The light is just the sun
A thumb nail sketch of god

And the camera moves past the desolate streets
Over the quiet city where nobody sleeps
Over all the places and all the faces
We would go and we would greet

The light is on
The light is ours
The light is just the sun
A thumb nail sketch of god

And then the credits roll
Over black canvas, a painting, a portrait
Bodies and buildings strewn about
No one to say, scream or shout

Fade out
Fade out

Here's some of my early stuff from age 17-20 - it was strange re-reading some of it! I can still remember when I wrote them too!!

Losing That Fear

 Why is it so important to our peace of mind,
 The truth, the secrets, the lies to find?
 Honesty, this policy, the best and the rest,
 Tell me what’s up and uncover this mess.

 Hearing this unsavoury news, not a surprise,
 Pushing to recover our minds with despise.
 Clawing and creeping, feeling and failing,
 Hoping, ignoring, finding out and wailing.

 Stupid, stupid, again and again,
 Allowing ourselves to be torn by a friend.
 Why? Someone answer me why does life treat me bad?
 Or is life’s experience twisted to make me mad?

 Players, cheaters, liars and believers,
 Fools with dreams and soft hearts, oh hear us!
 Stop! Before time comes when we say,
 Break us twice, no more play for days.


Sweet Sweet Music

   Listen to my heart, look deep into my eyes,
   Tell me what you see, tell me no lies.
   Feel my heart racing, touch all my dreams ,
   Work all my wishes, rip all those seams.

   Hold me near.
   Have no fear.
   Feel me here.

   Master your rhythm, move with my groove,
   Ravish these instruments, these love tools so smooth.
   Poke this fire burning inside, let it all grow,
   Raging passions promising a satisfying glow.

   Give yourself over to absolute pleasure,
   Whisper sweet words to treasure forever.
   Discovering dimensions with words so few,
   Relishing your words with I love you.


Hopeful Wonders

Searching for stars gleaming in the sky,
Reaching far off places higher than high.
Hold this thought, eyes shut mind new,
Love, warmth and truth they bring to you.

Twinkling away in that black, satin sight,
Mind at ease with nature’s plight.
They serve you, teach you, command and more,
So many stepping-stones to that heavenly door.

Eyes open wide, deep breaths, all this is yours,
Remembering all those future doors,
Will in turn keep your spirit free, inner soul pure,
The power of this peace, it holds lust, so much allure.

Feel it, be it, keep yourself true,
Life and its passions awaiting you.
Destiny will choose the right star in time,
This star will no less, be bursting with shine.

Never let go of your dreams.


Morning Light

Reflections of the love that used to be,  
Images, crazy images yes, you and me.
Laughing to yourself, them good old days so great,
Aching and breaking and twisting, too late.

Time for no other, jeez, opportunities and wonders missed,
No place, no love, fears, tears, get pissed.
Fly free like that bird, without no care, got no worm,
You wake early, routine burly, sit and think, you squirm.

Move on, move on, time heal, heal in time,
Bet you money, make you rich, make him mine.
Boo! Wake up fool! This morning beautiful gift from God.
Count yourself, respect yourself, forget yourself, this hold.

Repeat after me, come on, you’ll see,
Repeat, repeat, let no defeat, defeat me.
Here you are, for you are here,
Confused? Wake up! Now where’s that fear?

________________________

Andy  

Great stuff, y'all.  Keep 'em coming.

Hopeful Wonders....
i like that title

rather inspiring in a way i hadn't anticipated.  as is the tendency with these poems now that i begin to look at them.  hahaha....funny how something as meaningless as a phrase of a few words can, even if only for a moment, delight a new aspiration of personal hope...

thank you

oh, and too answer your question, no i don't have any poems.
i used too, but i gave that up.

but don't let that stop you!  continue!!

Quoted from TheParadoxicalShaman Hopeful Wonders.... i like that title rather inspiring in a way i hadn't anticipated.  as is the tendency with these poems now that i begin to look at them.  hahaha....funny how something as meaningless as a phrase of a few words can, even if only for a moment, delight a new aspiration of personal hope... thank you

Glad you liked that one!! I quite like that title too. It is funny how a few words can evoke so much feeling.

Andy x

Quoted Text Morning Light Reflections of the love that used to be,   Images, crazy images yes, you and me. Laughing to yourself, them good old days so great, Aching and breaking and twisting, too late. Time for no other, jeez, opportunities and wonders missed, No place, no love, fears, tears, get pissed. Fly free like that bird, without no care, got no worm, You wake early, routine burly, sit and think, you squirm. Move on, move on, time heal, heal in time, Bet you money, make you rich, make him mine. Boo! Wake up fool! This morning beautiful gift from God. Count yourself, respect yourself, forget yourself, this hold. Repeat after me, come on, you’ll see, Repeat, repeat, let no defeat, defeat me. Here you are, for you are here, Confused? Wake up! Now where’s that fear?

Simply wow...I really admire this one. It's my favorite. You're a very good poet Andy.

-ONEY

Sorry, Oney, only just saw your post.

Thanks for the compliment. I wrote it a year after my first relationship ended. It was a very reflective time for me and was a good way of releasing those feelings.

Andy  

well i have one i just made....unfortunately on my other computer.  so when i get back on monday or tuesday i'll put it up...

funny how only moods of extreme can produce works of art...

happiness or vice versa...

these will tide me over until then...
not as good...but...still



I am not the face
I am not the arms or legs or chest
I am not the mind

In a choice that guides the heart, the heart becomes the guide
What empty contents then contained within a choice?
No tongue to say how much I love, no eyes to see how much I care
No gentle fingers with to which I stroke thine cheeks
Or lips that I would choose embrace

And therefore with a choice
My love is made unknown
Besides the darkness of the guide that beats my chest,
Or cowardice towards fear of special kinds,
Could not the happiness I might detract be added hence,
To justify a choice?

Nay, love is not a toy
And neither lives a candle’s life,
Nor hides a spark in blackness tomb
Love cannot be a secret
As a secret is a thing clandestine in a way
To make your own fair guide twice quiver and then die
Keep it not chained with silence,
Or shackled by indolence

For a choice not yours may be,
To unrequited passion fly
A choice to never know is of a greater sin
It cannot be the mute man’s game
To wonder in the decades far from now

The answer matters as an insect’s life
To vaster arms of galaxies
It is the question paramount
That rivals fame and glory of a universe
And is the purpose of a choice, of any kind

I am not the face
I am not the arms or legs or chest
I am not the mind

But towards the undiminished span of my own candle’s flame
I am the total of a spirit more than that
And wise enough to know that friendly Death
Would victory concede by lightless of a Loveless guide
Unless I make a choice

this one i made for a friend of mine who was going through a hard time...

Perseverance

There is the longest hour of night beheld
That drifts in darkling snowflakes from the sky
And with a storm of sorrow ash compelled
Will chain us to the ground as hard we try

This shadow storm that blurs the truth of life
And forces you to kneel on tears you’ve wept
Will razor hew thine heart with cruel knife
And with a bastion rage deny the faith you’ve kept

For all the tears that come to oceans by your cheeks
And all the words of grief whose lessons never stayed
And all the hardships ever since conceived
Remember then the wisdom here I trade

To each and all enduring spirits fall
But with a rooted strength of Pine or Cedar pride,
That tolerates the angry beast and brawl,
Will bend with wind, not break with wave or tide

Let broken hope remake from cindered glee
The urge to strive and seek and thrash defeat,
Ne’er tarry from a goal of promise wreathed,
Or waver on a path of virtue beat

In you a light of untrounced brilliance
That frightens problems from their graveyard dreams
And gives you strength of hundred millions
To wage a triumph over deadened themes

Though times may be both dark and endless more
Know that a spirit like the one that grows in you
Will yet see happiness that has implored
To burst in blossomed plumage wise and true

As you are so unique, a lesson be,
As always one who knows how complex all that is
And doubts of what a future will decree,
See you as I see you through writing such as this

Never abroad or close to home at heart
Has fortitude against all odds been willing spent
Or trials of a cruel Life who try impart
Been persevered by such a soul of such extent

Therefore abide naught worries of the past
But look onwards towards arms that will outlast

same object of affection, different perspective



A Saviour Choice

Through all the crucibles that years have brought,
With downright pain and pleasure switching hands,
None scream with aching of a torture wrought,
Or burning in a private Hell of burning sand

More than the unrequited tolerance
Of mortal injured hearts cast into flame
For all the darkling minds without guidance
Will find the bitter barbs of death the same

And yet, as hearts tossed off a cliff, they beat
With earthquake tremors when she’s near
And shudder like a dying soldier’s feet
As words from lips run through like darts or spears

For love is roses of the ocean sea
Rather than crimson blood spilled from above
That are as shunned for hue and rarity
Than common petals in a redder glove

Friendship or one of passions lighter sparks
Is where the final rung of my short ladder climbs
And fails to discover realms where bliss embarks
Or where contended love eludes completed crimes

But I will never whisper adoration
For the hurt of never standing side by side
Without the warming thoughts to heed valence
Engraves too deep the moniker of love denied

She will be loved, if not by me forbid,
By all the rest of those she meets as friends
Who covet what they’ve sightless guarded
And bring to mourning close my worships end

you're sick to death of my poems...i get it!!

i don't do this often...don't worry....i won't put any up for a long time hahahaha

one more...


Far from home on rainy wings of clouds in watercolor grey
A dragon’s belly white that trawls the murky bog of thunderhead
With slowly curling claws of cumulus that stretch below its bosom plumed
Whose serpents head above unseen is married to the grief of leave
Ethereal fire from the stormy lungs cascades in misty arcs of rain
To know the wrongness of departure in the rivulets that plague my brow
Or the black hole in my stomach where all but sorrow plummets
Is knowledge of a thread of quest unwillingly untied
Never murmured to be know in that obscurity of what undone might be
Like truth of that intention in a serpent’s name deceived

And in the end when feathered mountain zeniths, in ghostly pallor, I have climbed
Will ease the scaled nimbus neck to upward stare at me
Those eyes that are a flock of birds and cirrus fangs that dissipate
Shall with their talons then recede and cries defeat shall levitate
To rise a summit toward enduring ears
For though a man with eyes shall see in that coincidence the thorn and nettled sting
The blinder sight will never blink, nor falter on the world’s lip
Against the measure of a universe
Wherein the dragon is now dwarfed
For there is rightness in the rite, and a comfort with what’s left

Fantastic poems TPS - I ain't sick of them at all - keep 'em coming! Well done and thanks so much for sharing them here.


Northern Trail Two, For Me and For You

Moving mountains, trickling streams,
all those animals and my endless dreams.
The burning oranges and cooling greens,
Ice-cold blues without seams.

Chasing waterfalls and hidden ruins,
ancient lands, without fluids.
My new adventure, clear and full of courage,
my past, my negatives, behind me, my emotional baggage.

My hand out the window, feeling that warm breeze,
the present and future are all that I seize.
A snapshot of my beginiing, a glimpse at the real me,
no boundaries, no fears, just positivity will set me free.

Andy xxxx

Great stuff.  More, I want more.

is this the poem with three pages worth (12 size, times new roman font) of allusions to paradise lost and various other works heretic?

this is really just a spur of the moment kind of thing.  wow, i haven't been in here in a while... i think it's partly inspired by andy's poem she wrote about wanting someone to leave, but still being in love with them.  sorry, hon, i know it's on the first page, but i don't recall the title.

how many nights has it been now
your cold footsteps long turned to icicles
i still remember
for once they were warm
they were walking toward me
your arms were holding me
or don't you remember

i never thought we would be apart
but all along it's what you wanted
or was it
you're still so confusing like that sometimes

is it too much to wish
one of us could figure you out?

maybe i should make that
another unfulfilled resolution,
make you a thing of the past.

Lesley, I like that one a lot.  Nice to read a new poem from you.  I guess it's my turn now.  It's been awhile since I posted one of these.

Old Home, Past Love

What happened to the old colorful mailbox
That was by the street?  Why is there a white
one in its place?  And the garage
looks so different, so bland, so ordinary?

There are no plants on the porch and
My favorite garden has been replaced by
Green grass.  And the yellow smiley face
That I bought mom for her birthday
No longer hangs on the front door.

Do you remember my bedroom?  I'm
Sure you do, we spent so many late
Afternoons and early evenings there.
My study desk, cluttered with papers
And magazines.  Pictures of my favorite
Sports teams and athletes covering my
Sky blue walls.  I know you hated them,
But I was so attached to them,
I couldn't throw them away.

Sitting on our bed, on one memorable
Night, we shared our first kiss.  Then a
Poor bird slammed into my window,
And ruined our one romantic moment.

How did it all go south from there,
I just don't get it.  I don't understand,
And you can't explain it.  We came
Here to rekindle our friendship and
Hopefully more, but the spark is gone.
Memories only serve the past,
And has done nothing about changing
Our present.  We took the chance,
But it failed.  The chemistry we used
To have is long gone and that chapter
Of our lives has ended forever.

As we part ways, to never see each
Other again, I hope you are happy
With your future spouse-to-be.  At
Least I don't call this house home
Anymore so I can definitively say
That the book of us is closed.  I wish
You all the best in life and if my path
Ever comes close to crossing yours
On some distant day, I swear to stay away,
So I won't cause you any trouble, cause
Anymore displeasure, or bring us here again.

I'm curious about the origin of this one, my friend.  But I felt that one.  Interesting.

Lesley,

I got the idea from a Supernatural episode where the two brothers returned to their old home.  It was gonna be about a person touring his old childhood home years after leaving it, seeing all the changes, but it kinda changed gears.

My kinda "Crazy"

You dig deep inside, where you try to hide all the things that are ugly to your soul.
Fear, despise, the bitter truth and the lies, just torturing you into a state of turmoil.

Listen to it beating.
Don't be defeating.
Release the weeping.

Raw and real and real and raw, you claw and creep and creep and claw.

Break it out.
Shout out loud.
Deep breath and sigh.
Relief and then cry.

See it, feel it, make it, don't break it, you lose control, but don't ever fake it.

Remember my will.
Remember my way.
Remember the truth and live for today.

Spring clean your heart, and make a new start, to be the person you know you should be.
Don't hold yourself back, from destiny, stay on track, and fate will bring happiness, you'll see.

Colt .45 Love

she’s better than a gun cocked
back with the hammer winding up for a wife-beater’s slap
lips as tight as coffins nailed with finger bones

but colder than the corpse of a tongue
inside i bury it the gravedigger of memories
and hum the ashes to ashes rhetoric
out of habit if i’d asked for a culminating kiss

and brought down necrophiliac name calling
on myself they’d call me a masochist
making out with iron maidens even

if i’d listened to her smoking Cheerio
mouth i’d taste the blush of
arctic iron and potassium nitrate
lipstick she’d femme fatale an opening

from me to ignite the
cold slug of a tongue
blister lips give me what it’s worth in a scream
hammer clang of concussion make her
moan and shriek
switchblade of a sound

“hold me” so i would original sin
temptation like a stainless steel apple one chance
to hold the warm gun
red mouth in my forehead
opening to the kiss
same shape as hers drooling warmness
swallowing bullets

staccato words punctuate apple-red stains in
orchestras of hammers making the elegiac
concerto organize its finale in bullet point contracts

Wind

sighs in the warm lament
of a grey woman
off the Pacific, knitting
waves and birds across
her shawl

weary of the remoteness
of the sky, she’ll tumble in a circle
to the grass and pirouette
with leaves
that flounce in cadence
to the dervish strum
of her ballet,
rheumatic snaps as underfoot
they keep her time

and drained
by dance she’ll trickle
a return to clouds, her old fuss
and moan of being tired
whispered in a yawn that
washes out athwart
the ocean

Her name is River

The grey stones of her eyes were
from a river bottom, worn smooth

and round by the persistence of water.  
They didn’t tremble, not

like leaves in a storm, not
like before.  They looked at him dry

and then turned black as she polished them
with rain, that fell through the air to splash

upon a pair of lips, twin dying streams of salmon
caught in the moist melancholy

of an Autumn without reign.  There was no
escape in the whirlpool, in the maelstrom.  Her

eyes sunk,
crashing down the deepness

of that truth that she could never keep afloat
in this world.

Gyro Park

Secreted by a puzzle
of leaves on which are written
everyone’s story
but my own is the path down
to the old stage, surrounded by maples
and worn out,
some it rotten.  Grey-blue
bleachers hold the empty
audience captive to a vacant play.  Themes
were migratory, a script re-written for the
antics of the playground, for the
dried-out grins of grandfathers
who play chess in slow-motion,
for a young mother with dreadlocks like rosaries and
umbilical prayers,
for teenagers hacking a white soccer ball
in a ring.  It’s been replaced with adlibs
and keys
to the exits of destiny, and though I was never
part of the production my
cue has curtained and though
I have not the ears for this mouth, it still chuckles out the lines
foretold by the piece of paper
dangling in my face so
everyone can see.

Ruminations

Sitting crosslegged with the long hair of steam tickling
my nose from the green mug, little pieces
of white peony and rosehip swirling on the top.  Wonder if a child
can long for childhood
vanished in a swirl,

at Matt’s pool when we ran around and around and made
a bathtub drain, it wasn’t
dangerous then
but the circles broken into a line, can’t go back
except for now with the tea and my eyes closed

When did we get so old, it’s a question I’ll ask
now, and sixty years from now when that second
old age grows its long, grey hair
down by back.  For now I’ll miss when
the tire swings at Winlaw made us sick, or spinning
in the ring of girls with a blindfold of fingers

so when
Melissa kissed me I wasn’t supposed to know it was her.  When
is a question that begun before I knew
it started, and is doing laps on the dark lake
of tea in my mug

The Cyprian

rehearses love and sainthood
snares eyes with girl-skin
sashay on smooth yogurt legs, cold
lips cadaverous with
colors of alien fruit and tongues yoo-hoo
mini-skirt winter
squeals headlights
to exhaustion, curbside promise after
praying to business in
the latrine

priestess showers in benzene
of smoke orgasms
screams at her god through beaten
silence and cigarette
lascivious prick asleep in waking fantasy
next to her

suffocation of
sheets force a lick through
her thighs, the vixen
whimpers through the sinister
service and knuckles
of paper crush
the mattress on
the ride
to the wastebasket

I dont know what to call this but I like it and that's all that matter. More or less this is just random spur of the moment stuff i've written. You can try to make sense of it if you like.




So here they are again...
once again looking down from the cliff of dreams...
wondering where they went wrong..
to have ended up here..

Lost from everything else...
isolated in the center of a mouth of darkness...
no one will bother you...
no one will save you...
except the man in the dark hat..

he's the man who will let you know...
when to let go...
of everything you have gained so far..

Let if fall...
let it slip from your fingers..
watch it drift into the dark pit of oblivious nothing..
never look back..
only turn into the new fate that awaits you...

Where have you gone when i cant find your heart anymore?
have you decided?
When will you?
Will you ever?
Should i quit this endless game of loneliness?

The only fact that remains is love..
pure and blissfull...
that fact lives in all who have touched the flower of companionship...
When it has came there is nothing more that can be procured from the human heart...

here they are again...
standing on a new cliff...
a cliff that is made of bronze...
There is no climbing down at this point...
too steep...
surely you'll die...

but that's the thing...
it'll come soon enough...

The crowd wears black cloaks covering the crevices and crates
that time has placed upon them...

Regret.
Guilt.
Is that all that holds us back?
Or is there something else?

There is something else that holds us back and that is faith.
there is only one person who decides the fate of the world.
and with the push of a red button the perks and promises will all be washed away in a engulfment of flames.

flesh?


My only friend lies at the end of the road
starkfully driven into madness within his own mind...
finally there is a connection between the two
wandering.
finding.
wandering.
lying.
wandering.
grasping.
wandering.
dropping.
losing.

Now the paths intertwine
finally the crows come down
preying on the finality of deadly untrust

I found the salt.
it was under the table
how did it get so far underneath?

Wishing i was here
in the crowded blue
looking at you
above the land of the lonely souls
in the crowded blue
standing next to you

Where have i gone
to come so far
away from what i want
alas, there is a reason for everything

I just wish the answer would come sooner
In the crowded blue
I want to meet you
and leave the world behind me
and have you next to me
in the crowded blue
ill lose myself in your beauty
and never fall down
no, never fall down


HERE....

COME....LISTEN TO MY WORDS CHILDREN

I WILL NOT LET YOU DOWN LIKE HE DID

HE IS THE DARK..SOULLESS END OF THE WORLD

I AM THE TRUTH


Land of pink trees
and lilly pies
what happened to your nose
would you like some fries?
of course, you arent like me
you want onion rings instead


BUT ALAS.

They come without notice
flames.
a baby sheds the tears of innocent lack of knowledge
a old man sheds the tear of relapse
a woman sheds her coat
she puts on the armor
and fights against the wind

impatience lead them to this village
stone walls
crystal skies
ironic contrast between good and evil
shattered innocence imputed before a snake
he strikes
venom.


Can you play checkers?
Ferris Wheel.
Can you plat Monopoly?
Falling.
Can you play Scrabble?
On the crowd.
What a sight...
the popcorn and cotton candy mingle with the seeping blood and bone fragments.
an ironic scene.

Drift around in my mind.
Get lost in my words.
let them flow over you.
take control of you.

Manipulation.
Popular faces.
Bumbling talk show host
Screaming rock star.
Calm soothing lady at the booth.
hanging from strings.
Manipulated.

Screams of daggers before the initial plunge into the flesh.
Is there never regret?

SUDDENLY.

A BURST OF LIGHTNING BRUSHING PAST THE SHOULDERS.

This is where it's at
at the end of the cliff.
looming over the sea of merciless lies.
Silence above.

Go ahead and take the picture.
But don't take the frame.

numb hands.
It's cold in here.
the finished product could melt away.

sneaking in the wilderness.
lost in it's love.
Finally someone takes your hand.
finds a special place to put you..
on the mantle of happiness.

Face reality.

*
* Air
*
None is all and all is none
and one and one are two and you
and me are we and when it strikes
is when i like and when is then
and who i am is you and me and
number three are five and six
and seven men set out again to
find their way to heaven and
what they found is not around
and where its gone is underground
and how is not the question
when why what we know where
and how is not the answer but
in err the air inside us is.
*
© 1998 Mach B  

*
*  Bare Trees
*
Anyone says that anyone is when
anything can do anything though
nothing is always nothing unless
somebody loves somebody, but sometimes
nobody knows and nobody cares what
everyone thinks of everyone.
*
I once thought that now I think
otherwise I am, not what I seem
to be saying but what I am saying
when I say it through me; can you
see through me? Am I through? Are
you through with me? I see you.
*
Not that...
*
anyone cares what anyone is when
everything, and I mean everything,
everybody does for everybody is because
someone is watching someone else. Why?
Some things are better left as something or
nothing is the only thing
anybody gets.
*
*
*
© 1998 Mach B

~
~ Regular Expressions
~
Orange cathartic greenish mitosis,
elect-rho-chemical alluvial deposits
melting in twilight on wings of alarm clocks.
~ 
Imploding Gregorian heroic chromosomes,
eroding circular violet rathskellers 
reading the clouds about earth's holy daemon.
~ 
Pitiless innovative rabble inductors,
carefully careless chaos controllers
flowing near moonscapes whence arachnids dream.  
~ 
Reciprocal nightmares expressing halogens,
technical ultra-patristic realisms
bleeding their prayers to monolithic butterflies.
~
© 1998 Mach B

*
*
*
seriously said
serially said
serially sad
surreally sad
sad cereal
send cereal
send serially
send seriously
end seriously
*
*
*
© 1998 Mach B

Web piggish, overindulgent captives smiling;)
Worry not - oh little spider - dinner is on!
We won't forget to feed you.
~
© 1998 Mach B

Here's something i wrote when i was partly incoherent with the influence of alcohol.

Leafy Ladies

Assume nothing
Y'all be shamed
Avert your eyes
They'll be tamed

Bark for a dollar
Anoniminity be my name
Autumn leaves
Rake up the shame

*
* The rumpled duffel
*
Grow old the rumpled duffel did
worn worries mar its side
and nevermore the contents hid
but spilled without its hide
*
A pair of darkened rugged pants
a sock twice holed from thrust
within their crumpled torpor dance
around the virgin dust
*
A cartoon drawn upon itself
to make a mock and more
to mark the spot upon the shelf
which once the duffel bore
*
When young the duffel's belly groaned
against its wearers back
with everything the wearer owned
tucked safely in the sack
*
Forgotten now as I remember
one duffel down when found
grown old the rumpled duffel wearer
lay sprawled upon the ground.
*
*
*
© 1999 Mach B  

*
*  MOO
*
Escorted by albino princesses I am led to the Great Hall,
shaky ankles, I am awed by the enormity of it all.
"But all I have is one small gift", my quiver-voice did chant.
"Worry not, oh little one, have some of our decant."
*
'Tis precious was the liquor poured into the goblet thus;
the liquid had such majesty, red flecked with silver dust.
I put the globe up to my lips and sipped exotic brew.
This mind of mine did wander and my mouth began to 'Moo'.
*
"Oh no", I thought, "What have they done, have I missplaced my trust".
"You have not, oh silly one, you merely need adjust
to a fine, etherally brewed, albino bathtub liquor."
"Moo!", I said and then I thought, "a pity I'm not quicker."
*
"We can hear, oh thoughtful one, you needn't use your voice."
"I see that now, my princesses, I haven't any choice".
"But yes you do, oh human one, we understand your Moos."
"Moo Moo Moo Moo Moo Moo Moo Moo", "It's thought then I do choose".
*
And then a wondrous thing occured, a rare fufilling site.
A ray of gold did split the sky from left and then to right.
And from this gold, a bud appeared from where there once was none.
Six purple petals peeled themselves and when their work was done.
*
A lovely greenish woman stood inside their radial spokes.
"My princesses, my princesses, is this one of your jokes?"
But instead of princess voices, 'twas the greenish one who thought
"Relax my man, they work for me, I am the one you sought"
*
"Moo!", "I mean, uh, I did not expect for you to actually show,
uh, please may I have back my voice. I, uh, really have to go."
"Ah, That is but a small request, I thought you would have more,
but if it is all the gift you want then kneel upon the floor."
*
And so I did, I put my knees down on the polished marble,
then with suprise the greenish gal began a swallow's warble.
She danced around her flower like a dervish with a whirl
and then her foot was in my face, "Oh heavens! Greenish girl"
*
I looked at it and thought aloud "What crazy plan is this"
"In order to retrieve your voice you must give it a kiss."
Then pondering a life of moos, I tightly pursed my lips.
And closed my eyes to wiggling toes I kissed upon the tips.
*
When my eyes did finally open, the three ladies smiled at me.
"What's so funny, Is my voice back?" I said with nervous glee.
Now back upon her flower, the greenish one said "Yes...
but foolish man, the Moo effect would quickly effervesce.
*
You needn't ever kiss my foot to get your sick voice back,
but since you did I'll throw some inspiration in the pack."
"Oh godess of the poets you are truly wise and kind,
for your gift I thank you, and I think if you don't mind,
*
I must be going now. It has been such a wondrous day."
And so I turn to leave and the greenish one says "Hey!...
the princesses said something about a gift exchanged per wish?"
"Oh foolish man I am. I am! I forgot to give you this."
*
© 1998 Mach B

Holy crap.

Been reading through this............ how many has Andy Petrou done? First off, there's like 1000 of them. Second, they're all amazing!

Good job, Andy. You should make a career out of this.

This one is really old - probably close to the first poem I ever wrote.  I wrote this in something like my second year of highschool, it was an assignment.  The teacher had specifically told us to avoid cliches - she would be marking our grade down if she found them in our poems.


Life is not a bowl of cherries,
care not what the people say,
love is not a vase of roses,
and there is no perfect day.
*
Dogs are not a mans best friend,
a fox is not a sly one,
elephants have no fear of mice,
and a cougar cannot run.
*
Patience is not a virtue, clear.
This is said untried and untrue.
I found a cloud with out it's lining,
and the sky is black not blue.
*
© 1996 Mach B

I remember when I used to be a poem writing machine
Who would pump out poetic words like
McDonalds makes hamburgers.

I feel so rusty now since I
Haven't exercised my poetic
Muscles in a very long time.

Yes, I know this is a pathetic return
To the world of poetry, but
A comeback is still a comeback.

Quoted from DOM Holy crap. Been reading through this............ how many has Andy Petrou done? First off, there's like 1000 of them. Second, they're all amazing! Good job, Andy. You should make a career out of this.

Sorry, I only just saw this. Thanks so much, what a compliment!!  

Rob, great comeback!  

*
* Rust
*
Beyond megalomania
over bodily functions
idiosyncratic explanations
of electronics impulses
from canal
to channel
*
Man,
scuffed boots,
scuffing floor,
sound to ears,
(I am ignored),
afraid to look,
search to sit,
red mushroom,
Formica counter,
booths to back,
(a serving girl?),
a head turns,
optical connection,
order requested,
request ordered,
call to action
*
Busy with quiet speeches
to waxy insides of an ear
thermodynamic release
of fractal emotions
from eddy
to estuary
*
Woman,
ears sounding,
looking without,
looking within,
(recognition?),
fear of watching,
man searching,
(not for me),
sudden relief,
back to booths,
a head turns,
recognition,
(don't look),
a head turns,
a man orders
*
Connected by antique ether
far beyond the atmosphere
super-light speed
of proto-photons
from circuit
to circus
*
Man,
without looking,
sees woman,
not watching,
(recognition),
request ordered,
call to action,
scuff sounds,
a head turns,
optical connection,
fear visible,
(I see you),
woman runs,
man follows,
a head turns,
door closes.
*
Conducted to the very beginning
by untrained engineers
of human psyches
being oxidized
from neglect
to ignorance.
*
*
*
© 1998 Mach B

Everyone laughs at my jokes,
But you ridicule my immaturity.
I buy Wrangler jeans and plain shirts,
But you call me cheap and demand I buy you
Diamond rings and expensive dresses.

I drive a 1996 Toyota Camry.
You demand I invest in a Mercedes.
I enjoy a simple life,
While you long for the
Glitz and glamour of Hollywood.

I believe joy doesn't come with a
Million dollar price tag, like you do.
I'm perfectly happy being me,
But you're not happy being you.

You yell at me.  You mock me.
You've made my life a living hell.
I bet you slept with
The next door neighbor dozens of time,
And that doesn't bother me.

Everything you have done and said
Mean nothing to me now
Because deep down inside,
You are miserable, sad, and angry
While I am happy and full of joy.

Money comes and money goes.
Possessions are bought and
Possessions are thrown away.
Your heart, mind and soul are endless
And my heart, mind and soul is happy.

The previous poem is not based on real life.
It is a work of fiction meant for entertainment.
Not all you read is real, not all you see is real.

This is the truth.
My wife is a great girl.
She's not like the girl
I described above.

And yes, I'm just saying this so
I don't get into trouble.
I dont want anyone to
Get the wrong impression.

Four letter words and fabulous parties,
A Mustang and dozens of jerseys
Means nothing in the scheme of things.

Possessions are temporary.
They won't last forever and
They won't make you truly happy.
Joy cannot be bought
Like respect cannot be bought.

You don't have my respect
And I doubt you are truly happy.
The smile on your face
Look so fake when compared
To the smile on mine.

If heaven is a state of mind,
You are far from paradise.
I am already there.
You are welcomed to join me.

Ok here's a little poem of mine that goes by the name of Hostel. I submitted this a while back bt it was slated by 1 member as he sed sumfing along the lines of poetry comes from the heart and so on. Well here's one of mines.

                      Hostel

Shackles, a blind rage, a sharp fury, a dark cage,
A swarm of evil, a sense of damnation,
A damp and dreary hostel, wallpaper peeling..

Torment on a sickening scale, physical hell,
And a hand full of nails,
A repulsive stream of dripping blood,
The shadow of a man sits back and looks on.

Another round in a masochists circle,
A diminished face thats bruised stained with purple,
Pinned to a cross, a childs fixation,
A terrorist shadow, a live crucifixion.

*
*  BINGO
*
I sit waiting for my numbers
watching your expressions,
whistling tunes of factory girls,
hoping to catch your attention.
*
I notice the symbols on your arm,
while watching your natural grace.
I sip firmly on my soda straw,
hoping we'll meet face to face.
*
But the game is almost over
and my matches gone, what luck!
I ask you for your lighter,
when I really want to fuck.
*
So, I throw it back and thank you,
you welcome me and turn.
and I think that I'm just horny
and that I'll never learn...
*
But I sit across and watch you move
till I think that I may peak.
See, I feel that I could love you,
so I turn and start to speak.
*
There's no time for conversation,
the last number's being called.
I'll have to meet you after,
if we are to meet at all.
*
The number's out, so ends the game.
You rise to leave and then,
I feel so doomed for knowing
that we'll never meet again.
*
Well we have exchanged our glances
but I feel it such a shame,
to have to always love you
and never know your name.
*
© 1996 Mach B

Didn't realize 'til this morning that there was poetry on here.

***

home is away


i can see the blade falling
i feel its bleak, wide grin
whether it be fatigue or sorrow
i see the blade different now

the shine brightens the night
heaviness... tells me it has purpose
so exact, nothing left to question
beauty has its ways

i leave you with a kiss
neither of hope nor of regret
but merely to tell you, i was

Seems most poems are serious, here's one that is not.

When it's all hot and sticky,
That's no time for dunkin' dickey.
But when the dew is on the pumkin'
Then it's time for dinky dunkin'

J-Rock, that poem was very touching.  Thank you  

Lies will get you nowhere.
Deception will reap no rewards.
Trouble will always catch up with you,
No matter how much you try to hide.

I always have a smile on my face
While you are always looking over your shoulder.
So many lies told, you can't keep them straight.
You cannot even trust yourself.

If you want to obtain
That which you truly desire.
Humble yourself to this simple fact,
The truth is much greater than the lie.

Quoted Text Forgotten now as I remember one duffel down when found grown old the rumpled duffel wearer lay sprawled upon the ground. *

mcornetto, you so remind me of Wallace Stevens. If you have not read his work (though it sounds like you have) take a gander at it. If you do not like it then I offer you this quote from him himself.

"Let be be finale of seem, the only emperor is the emperor of ice cream."

We love to build up, only to tear down.
The vicious cycle of American celebrity,
Paris Hilton in jail, then out of jail,
Then back in jail, then out of jail again.
And we watch endless coverage.
News networks, Entertainment Tonight,
Late night shows, we can't get enough.

Everything from Britney Spears' shaved head
To Lindsay Lohan's hijinks,
Every celebrity story told has its audience.
Not enough of us are tired of this,
Sad to say, but for as long as there is TV,
There will be celebrities in the news
And I will be screaming from the mountain top,
"Don't we have better things to do!"

Heaven, at Night


It was upon my first glimpse of her,
That I knew...
I stood dumbfounded, yet keenly aware
How precious a woman she truly was

Night, to me, had always been a time of chaos
When specters would come to lurk and haunt
Random doubt may gain meaning without hope
And so hidden, I stayed, to protect my heart

But as my eyes met her lovely countenance,
I was enraptured...
The unexplainable, now defined, I'd fallen deep
A light beyond brightness had come to find me
Shimmer beyond sheen, I came to be

Let it all go

Time can't heal all wounds,
But we learn to live with those pains.
Scars on our hearts and our souls,
Whether it be from a terrible mistake
Or the regret of saying too little or saying too much.
Everyone carries their past in their present
With not enough focus on the future.

The little things that clutter our minds
And linger in the corners of our heart.
The regrets you feel deep inside.
Turning right when left was the right direction.
Wanting to ask the pretty girl out on a date,
But too nervous to make the brave, bold move.
Picking the wrong college or the wrong major.
Going to work instead of attending graduate school.
Every little regret thrust atop another regret,
Which has more small regrets beneath it,
Soon, it consumes you like a forest fire
And if left alone, it can destroy your joy.

Sometimes, it is better to forget.
The past cannot be changed.
All it can do is teach valuable lessons.
Forget about the girl you didn't ask out
And be sure to ask out the next pretty girl you like.