Man it feels great to cry
on what is suppose to be
the happiest time of the year
with so many presents and cheer.
The tears let out pain
that no one should feel
during this most cheerful time
of the year
We praise our lined faces. We forgive time.
We raise our cups of double-pressed wine.
We know brute forests from our seed-time
We know heaven will cleave those we entwine
The season of heat is slow to erupt.
April is late. March is still covered with snow,
Its shabby sheet weak shoots barely interrupt.,
Succession and succession is what we know.
In the thronged marketplace we know we’ll find
Lines of who came before and who came after
All seem in be arranged by some infinite mind
Knowing where our line goes will not stop our laughter.
We dance. All dances are in our repertoire.
We know we’re headed to that sacred abattoir.
Can we have a little cheeriness.
Rosy cheeks and smiles.
Get those clouds of misery and blow them all away.
Let's throw away all the bad things, lock them in a box.
Maybe ,even lose the key.
Bury all the bad things in an undisclosed location.
Never unearth them.
Leave them shut away.
Let the happy lovely feelings come on out to play.
if everyone was cheerful there would be no sad
just a world of happines. life would be so glad
lots of smiling faces we would always see
just a world so joyful no more misery.
wouldnt it be nice if we could be this way
just a happy world each and everyday.
smiles on every face filled with such delight
the world be a happy place cheerful and so bright
Shattered and Relieved
that what we had
was nothing more
than something small
Distressed and Smiling
to read the past
figure out the fact
that you are nothing.
I've wasted time
but not that much
having come to terms
with the word:
Crushed and Invincible
I've been so bruised
that now I'm strong
And all I can do
is breathe and learn.
You're a fool
but so am I.
Otherwise I wouldn't cry.
I'll be wise too.
And walk away
avoid your eyes
until there's no more pain.
Destroyed but Rebuilding.
I may never forgive you
but I'm okay with that too.
Even if I do,
I will never be your friend.
So don't say hello.
We are no more than strangers.
Hurt but Happy.
It's a freeing feeling
knowing you've started healing
When you stop revolving around the sun.
And start living for yourself.
Bringing tears slowly over thirsty flowers
Heaven casting out all the dreamers
Bear now shadows upon the desolate
And sighing in your noonday thoughts
From broken wings are shaken dust
As the sweet buds bloom, every one
Held close to the mother's breast
Dancing joyful around the sunshine
Carry within you no ill will for any
Gently smile while passing
Doubt falls into submission
Laughter captured by the cheerful wind
The great mountains stand far below
While the trees look on motionless
Sleep found time in the evenings
Peaceful rest comes to gather
Troubles may gather over the land
The stars can only watch helplessly
Echoing in the distant like thunder
Over swaying meadows go
Over lakes and flattened plains
Go to answer every leaf and vine
Wash over every mountain stream
Enjoying all of Heaven's bluest smiles
Skipping between falling raindrops
The early sun watched the morning
With seemingly interested eyes
The birds leaping upon your back
And guide along on golden wings
Even sunset may breath awhile
Dreams of tomorrow passing
Crimson nights tend to fall
And with folded wings, rest
Until you awaken again
Sometimes I hug her in the morning and she smells like bong water,
ontop of her head is a big messy bun,
on her body is a flowing skirt and a crop top.
Her lips are full and her eyes are wide and shes lovely to me.
Sometimes I hug her in the morning and she smells like cigarettes,
once I let her go the smell lingers on my sweater and I love it because it reminds me of her.
She had dark circles under her eyes,
pine needles in her hair and shes lovely to me.
Sometimes I hug her in the morning and she smells like roses,
wide eyes and beautiful,
quiet yet well spoken.
She is a girl of many identities and shes lovely to me.
Click! Click! Click!
A sound I hear when I choose a song
Plak! Plak! Plak!
A sound I hear when I write a poem
Tik! Tok! Tik! Tok!
A sound I hear when I think so long
All these happens, boredom I know
Point! Point! Point!
A thing I do when I choose a song
Press! Press! Press!
A thing I do when I write a poem
Gasp! Glare! Gasp! Glare!
A thing I do when I think so long
All these happens, and I do not know
Think! Think! Think!
You are reading one senseless poem!
A sound of cheerful Noise!
Naething 'round but bitter cauld,
Wi' a' the blast o' winter;
Come gie us ye hand an' hauld,
We'll warm us by the fender.
Gie us a tune o' sic fin,
Let's sing wi' a' we hae;
Thou needna leave here an' rin,
Come back afore ye gae!
Wi' monie a rhyme an' crouse,
We a' sang a lang fu' owre;
'Til our guest hae left the house,
We'll bring her agin twa owre.
Ay the kantie times we joy,
We lak i' fu' an' a' that;
Things sim times gang aft agley,
We maun still tak a' that.
Sae ends the wee bit o' glee,
Duncan follow'd his lady;
We a' fu' weel joy'd owre ee,
"We'll be back agin," sae he,
I'm glad o't!
We'll crouse and kantie be,
An' glad o't!
It made auld winter guid by,
Owre cam wi' cheer sae speak I.
I'm glad o't—
Sae glad o't!
In Scottish Brogue.
© Timothy 9 October, 2012
You saw me and you knew i was just a little bit sleepy but why did you burn the incense and cried in front of me?
[I wasn't dead... yet]
You begged and begged so i would make it easier for you but you did not know i am god and immortal and i know everything right and wrong, so
what if i chose the later?
[I didn't, though.]
I won't let your anger fade
But i let you die, i did
And so you did, you died
Along with our hair-
Dead on the floor