In times of plenty
I grow fat, dumb and old.
In times of hardship
I find my faults sold.
I sold, for peace,
my heart and soul.
I traded, for war,
my silver and gold.
Peace stole, to turn grey,
my mind and my youth.
War declared their's
the black & white truth.
Still I love, and I hate,
while I win, draw and lose.
Still I'm impatient
to broaden my views.
But when I gain knowledge
the unknown is set loose.
It dawns without feeling
to play a fool's ruse,
On those always patient,
and those with no fuse.
Suns rise and nights fall
in my ocean eye blues.
What limits a world,
both free and unbound?
Where one can be two,
both silence and sound?
Blinded lives without fact;
percieved lives of no faith;
All shake hands in friendship,
no fear for death's wraith.
With & without time
they grasp a new day,
Without & with light,
dark and dark chased away.
I'd give you peace then
and you'd give me my war.
So content we could be,
with less and with more,
With sound, with silence,
with chaos, with law.
We are and aren't infinite,
perfect and imperfect,
One, none and all,
within a flaw.
Dec 18, 2019
Dec 18, 2019 at 12:47 PM UTC
Nobody expects.
The meaning of all that has come before,
Is merely the prelude to the story of my life.
If all we become is the thing nobody ever foresaw,
Then wouldn’t that be such a joyful surprise?
When nobody expects,
We can easily become more than they thought.
We become more then they know we are capable of,
When we teach ourselves how to impress them all.
Nobody expects it, so nobody can be prepared,
So the truth is their only answer to your words of despair.
Why can you not aid me in my darkest of times?
When all I need is a sunbeam to shine on my life.
Why can you not hear me call aloud to the butterflies of love?
They are gone now; they flew away from me.
All beauty has disappeared;
The birds are silent and the bees no longer buzz.
Stuck in my ways with no chance of taking my chance to dance,
Because I cannot dance, so I can never hold a hand.
Seen through eyes of contempt, because I refuse to attempt,
To smile and move towards you, through fear of neglect.
Ignored for being silent;
Resented for trying to speak.
Nobody expects anything,
So I will never disappoint you when you expect nothing of me.
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Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 5:10 PM UTC
Imaginative artist
You have beauty and charm.
You are interesting and intriguing.
Your soul is dark; I like your art;
When you sink I want to be sinking.
You are hopeful; I’m a romantic.
I think we could do it.
You are as doubtful as I am.
Let’s not even take the chance.
Would you like one final dance,
To say goodbye to what once was,
And all that might have been?
Your smile blew me away, so far;
I like the way you think.
Your mother is a delightful Queen
And it is quite clear that she loves you.
Could you love me too?
Would you allow me to fall in love with you?
With all I only show half my being;
Every piece of me, except the poetry.
I cannot predict what will happen tomorrow,
But the tragedy is what might have been.
Throw our hearts in,
For the truth is…
I only want,
An imaginative artist.
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Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 5:08 PM UTC
Our gun.
Something bad, trying to be good;
Inside of us lies our own gun.
Seeking peace within my dreams,
But there is no sleeping for me.
Looking to love; to have love we must love.
Inside of us lies our own gun.
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Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 4:51 PM UTC
Utopia
In utopia there is no war;
No angry raised voices, just a smile on every face.
There is a place without a need to be poor;
Without a money system, there is no greed or hate.
The sun shines daily, unless you are in need of the rain,
Then the Heaven’s will open to wash any sadness away.
Freedom is in the air and morality is at the centre of everything.
This is a land of happily ever after; oh hear the angelic people sing.
There are people shaking hands, saying “How do you do?”
There is no fighting in the street,
There is no crime and no-one is homeless or blue,
Because all are able to succeed and remain stable.
Every King has a Queen and everybody lives in their own castle;
Be it big or small, skyscraper or bungalow.
Everybody feels at home here and they always have a place they can go.
The streets are always clean; the charity workers are buzzing bees;
Content, it has to be said, there is no-one begging on their knees,
For a coin to feed their starving children;
They are all fed and happy and the fun never ends for them.
People are swimming in lakes, so crystal clear;
The water is warm in the evening and the fish swim without fear.
There are genie lamps to grant wishes, so if you wish to fly,
They will give you your wings and you will soar through the sky!
Boredom does not exist; you are able to do a million different things
And when you are ready and have done everything,
You are taken to a beautiful new land;
The kingdom of Queens and Kings,
Where angels speak of dreamers and love is guaranteed.
There are clouds to rest upon and there is no cold,
Unless you want to feel the refreshing breeze of the wind on your soul
And as you enter the mansion, gold doors slowly open without hands;
The entrance welcomes you to come inside and see the wise woman.
The wisest of them all, The Oracle.
She is so knowledgeable,
That any question can be answered without delay
And she understands your every thought.
With grace she takes you by the hand
And leads you through a beautiful door into your next wonderland…
And so it continues, for the rest of time
And if you ever want to return, then you just have to think it
And it will be.
Through endless doors
And with the advice of infinite oracles;
Time is non-existent for all,
For this is utopia…
What would you like it to be?
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Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 4:41 PM UTC
Dreaming of going to sleep
I have to empty my mind of thoughts to get to sleep.
I wish I could be like everyone else and sort out my head in my dreams.
But this is not the chosen path for me.
Insomnia sets in, so I write poetry
And dream of going to sleep.
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Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 4:29 PM UTC
A designer life
We need food, drink, shelter,
Warmth and comfort.
This is the end of the list.
I am done with it.
The medicine is free.
The hospital’s a delight.
The bills are paid; I have a light.
Nicotine is optional; as are gifts.
Money is a concept, we use to live;
But when you do not want or need anything,
You are only holding onto empty pieces of paper.
I did not vote for this.
You buy things you do not need,
With money you do not have,
To impress the people you do not like.
Music is free.
I do not watch TV.
Love is free…
A design for life.
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Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 4:27 PM UTC
They sea me without.
I carry a raven upon my shoulder,
A sundial on my back.
The hat I wear is made of ash;
Sunlight is what I lack.
I drag my feet behind me on sandy beaches.
The ball and chain my ankle bracelet bling.
‘If only…’ is a wish, a fantasy; it’s incomplete.
I never made it big.
There is a line of memories behind me in the sand;
It shows the places I have seen.
It is my reason;
The reason I understand;
The reason I understand why you do not understand me.
It curves around, beyond the boulders
And on through rows of palm trees.
This dream I have, I have always carried;
It has always been with me.
I leave my burdens at the door,
But desire is a flame that still burns eternal.
It lights up my face, when I see her face,
But inside I remain forever nocturnal.
I walk in foreign footsteps,
No guide or friend in tow.
I cross the sea of peace, love and empathy forever,
Alone in my sinking boat.
I carry only what I need to make it to the end of the sea.
The cannon ball attached to my feet,
Is expanding more than I would like it to be.
It grows with each passing full moon,
The only time I can be seen.
I hide behind a smile sometimes,
Before it rows away from me.
I have a conversation, with a man who sells only ale;
His face is full of redness and joy!
My face is always pale.
I take a sip of this rotgut and begin to waste away from the inside.
I sometimes hear a hearty tune and sing!
While all the time,
Inside, I die…
The noise is intoxicating;
The words they speak are so enchanting.
Sooner or later it becomes closing time
And I am left walking away from the dancing.
The maiden’s flutter their eyes,
I haven’t shaved in several weeks.
My life is worn away by the sun, my clothes torn asunder.
They flirt and kiss me on the cheek
But there is no more thunder.
They ask if I would like to join them,
On their midnight adventure.
I have no words, I promise to return,
But they never get a real answer.
They cannot readily see the hole in my soul;
Oh what a charmed life I live.
I try to laugh, so tip my hat…
…a pirate’s life for me.
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Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 4:24 PM UTC
I wanted to talk to you today
It was sad and funny
I already miss you
and I know you'll read this
I walked into a rose bush,
And now I have scars that match you on my leg and arm
It just reminded me
That I really do miss you.
Maybe you're relieved in a sense, like I am
That we're not lying to each other anymore
And despite the many, many flaws of our friendship
I hope you do miss me.
I got some bad news the other day,
I saw a meme too
And I almost, almost slipped up
Because I so very much miss you
But please, remember like I am trying to
Space is what we need
Low expectations, easy to manage
Even if I miss you
If you need me, I'm here
I'm so not used to having to say that to you
But I need you to understand
You don't have to miss me,
'Cos I'll already be there for you.
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 8:54 AM UTC
Hey.
I love you.
I love the way your skin wraps your frame, your clothes the bow on top.
It makes me a little insecure, but I love it.
I love the way your silky smooth hair falls, swishing below your waist, like Rapunzel.
It makes me a little jealous, but I love it.
I love the way you stare at me, like you know everything about me, like I'm completely transparent.
It makes me a little uneasy, but I love it.
I love the way you write songs to me, snatched out of thin air on your six string, right in front of me.
It makes me feel a little deceitful, but I love it.
I love the way you move so fast from person to person, how you can just touch and go.
It makes me a little depressed, but I love it
I love everything about you
And I wish you didn't leave like them
I thought you were a little different.
And I loved it
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 8:50 AM UTC