I recall when I use to write about pain..
Some much pain on the page it was like the sheet was blood stain...
I offered complained...
About how daddy was slain..
He went from the hustle to the grave..
Angry, towards God I had rage..
But sins have a wage..
So his death was the cost of choices he made..
I learned life was full of cross roads make a decision..
Cause its a thin line between the dead and the living...
Its a thin line between freedom and prison..
A thin line between heartbreaks and a joy that's endless..
I had to choose Christ..
But I had to lose my life..
I wanted a son so bad I lost my sight..
Billie jean the kid wasn't my child so I lost my wife..
I had to pick Christ..
But I had to switch my life..
Became frequent with women my mind wasn't right..
I felt more darkness than light..
So I prayed and what a needed was granted..
A woman of God..
Amazed by his define planning..
Cause when I was on island stranded and in a hole deepen than the core of the planet..
God stuck his hand it..
Cause he had a vision..
Amongst all the women..
Amongst all my sinning..
He wanted me to be representing.
He did it for David,
He did it for Paul,
He did it for me..
He did it for Abram..
Pain is the proof and the truth is that God is able..
There's a seat for everyone at his table..
The lame, the blind, the wreck less with crime
He will take you with all your dirt and grime..
He will purify you with fire and give you a shine.
He a heavenly redeemer..
A reality maker of dreamers..
A use to God never..
But the true living God previously now and forever...
So sunny and warm..
I can almost feel you here beside me,
Quietly smiling as my fingers
Lazily play across your skin.
Sleepy kisses and the occasional sigh,
Or light laughter
Are the only audible indications
We’re still awake.
The slow blinking that ensues the longer we lay there;
We smile again when we catch the other peeking.
Torn between fighting sleep to enjoy the moment just a little longer..
And wanting to give into sleep, because we are just so comfortable there;
Warm and safe and loved.
That image of us will always be my idea of perfect.
I ran to the door
Opened and pushed through
Shoving you backwards
And down the steps
Telling you to leave
Get out of here
Tears still streamed down your face
As you gently reached up and touched my cheek
The words croaked out of your dry and swollen throat
You said for about the thousandth time that night
I mouthed the words I know
Before he came out yelling
With on lookers beginning to grow
The door shined with light
As his silhouette pummeled towards us
As my mother and sister were looking on concerned
You were apologizing over and over
Trying to explain
With me in-between
And him not listening
He needed to hear you
What you had to say
He had to understand
How you were broken and damaged from a war
I could hear him yelling over you
While you were trying to explain you never meant to
Neither of you were listening to the other
I become so frustrated
So I screamed
Out in anger, vexation
Both of you stopped
I turned to him
Looked him in the eye and said
He didn't mean to
You don’t understand
And he won’t tell you
He’s broken, Dad
Things have happened to him
Damaged him from within
He never meant to—
I know that might not be enough for you
Because he hurt me
And you can’t bear to see that,
But it’s enough for me
I might be young and stupid to stay with him
But I know he’s going to need someone
To help him through
And you would want the same for me
I know you would
And I know you don’t understand
But I do
To me that’s all that matters
So please, try to see
Please, trust me
I stumble to find the right words to make you see
How amazing you are and just how much you mean to me
You make me so proud of how well behaved you are
I never worry cause I know in you life that you will go far
I don't fear that you will be a follower cause you were born to lead
And no matter what the reason I'll be there every time your in need
You are incredibly smart of this there isn't a bit of doubt
And I light up inside to know you beautiful both inside and out
No matter how I put it there's no way to explain how much I love you
Without you life would be meaningless I don't know what I would do
I pray for God to help me lead your life in the right way
Know that everyone makes mistakes and thats perfectly ok
Always admit to the things that you do wrong
When your hurting try to remember it will ease before to long
Set high standards and follow them through
Remember nothing can ever change what you mean to me or the absolute way I love you
A sadness in my heart tonight
must be told, then dim that light.
To never see its face again,
and feel the pain that eats within.
A tragedy befell you see,
and stormy nights still torture me.
She fell and died while in my keep,
and now it haunts my every sleep.
Her face so blank and eyes opaque,
my heart fell hard, and then to ache.
No turning back what time hath wrought,
my constant conscience battles fought.
A fear of storms was Mollie's fate,
the night was dark, the hour was late.
As thunder rumbled in her chest,
and her heart pounded in her breast.
To run and hide, but never from
the storm that was about to come.
She climbed atop a place to see,
what made this horror, what could it be.
But leashes length, a noose had made.
Fell to her death, no more afraid.
I found her hanging from the chair,
part of my soul still hanging there.
For simple errors can take a life,
trip up the stairs, slip of the knife.
I put the wrong leash on that night,
it strangled her, I took her life.
Forgive me my fellow poets for this unintentionally dark poem. The tragedy happened a year ago and I am still trying to find some closure. Mollie was a little mixed dog that I was fostering for a local shelter. She was kind and playful, but deathly afraid of storms
Demons of Desire
look at that squeeze
my god is she hot
the way she swings those hips
sets my soul on fire
I'm begging you please
give me a shot
to taste those sweet lips
Demons of Desire
check out those wheels
that gorgeous paint
the chrome shinning in the light
the way they conspire
let me see how it feels
see the ladies faint
as I cruise the strip all night
Demons of Desire
fancy place on the beach
now thats the crib
make them all jealous for sure
take me much higher
tell me how far I must reach
how to act so glib
greed and lust not for the pure
Demons of Desire
Gomer LePoet ....
Will you promise to hold me while I fall apart?
Will you promise me to light the way we're heading?
Will you promise me those two things?
Will you promise to make me keep breathing?
Will you promise me that you'll hold my hand?
Will you keep these promises if you make them?
Will you promise to be my sister until the end of time?
Will you promise me that we'll make the climb side by side?
Will you promise?
Will you promise me you'll love me?
I hope you love me
I hope you'll climb next to me
I hope you and I will be sisters forever
I hope you take my hand in yours
I hope I keep being forced to breathe
I hope you'll light the way
I hope you will hold me when I fall apart
But that's all I can do.
Is pray, hope, wish, believe you'll keep these promises
Babe, I love you so much, you have no clue.
Taz, you're my sister from another mister.
Just promise me this:
Forever and always, TOGETHER.
You're present when I hear this song.
As if our moments in time
and futures unknown
One hears the sound of pure water
that you hold so dear.
Washing away regret
and all that you fear.
Its rhythm flows with dark ease,
surfing over thresholds,
and teasing boundaries of time.
Just as you gracefully ebb
from your story's past
and aspire to freely climb.
Its tempo jumps to be fully present
and slows its beat to meet our urgent.
Just as your gifts to us become more fluent,
your love of life becomes your servant.
Its tone is
Just as your voice shares its
The song takes its time to bring us through,
As you unveil the vibrance of your colorful view.
And as you savor today's moments,
seek it significance,
C. . .
I hope you
like this song,
Oh, I hope I got it right.
I felt your presence,
heard this song,
wrote this poem,
light a cigarette for the good years
for a man never known or found again
huff and puff i sit
in the couch that eats me alive
the sky has had it's limit
and it won't stop crying
coffee is the misery
and the company are memories
He's held for us a shy court,
In the continuity of my world.
Where time under anesthesia
First feels the cold of my shoulder,
While still showing a vague interest
In what he makes of the sordid elements
I've deposited at his feet.
Until his acting as what I've presented
Has perfected his imperfections.
His unwrapping this horror
Has lost the only bookmark
I'd destined to hold the significance of your laughter.
'This object is worthless'
He laughs, and then asks,
'Is it the grayest of ugly gifts?'
I reckon it is,
But remain stoic.
Not too unlike this damage now done.
My picking up these pieces
Of his paper misery
Reveals where the torn of his envelope
Has concealed the light of my gesture.
The key hides elsewhere tho',
On the shores of love.
A once deplorable trinket,
It now derives to hold the heart
Of my oldest fable.
So I destroy it without regret.