heroes and zeroes
It was a time
A time of unrest
A time of
Lies and distorted
Truth
Political smoke
Screens
Filled
One’s
Senses
Just a kid
Of 19
Too young to know
To unwise
To realize
The consequences
Of my decisions
She
That little
Blonde girl
Of
17
The vision of my dreams
The answer
And direction
Of my desires
Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 9:18 AM UTC
forgive me
i
was not
there
when
you most
needed me
when
in
the
dark of night
monsters
beneath
your
bed
i
was
not there
to
scare
them
all away
not
there
when
you
fought
off
the bullies
coming
home
with
your first
black-eye
when
you
need me
the most
i
wasn't there
when you
kissed
that
first girl
there
were
questions
that needed
answers
times
you needed
advice
when
no matter
where
you turned
there
was none
forgive me
although
you are
somewhere
in
my
imagination
and simply
what if
i
find myself
at times
still asking
and
asking
forgive
jSweptson
Feb 27, 2011
Feb 27, 2011 at 11:57 AM UTC
saw you out
on
the street's
today
rain
pouring down
your umbrella
long since its
day
but
i
had places
to be
as
i
hurried on
my way
saw you
down the alley
of that
famous
little diner
as you
busily
dug
though
the trash
appearing
to be
caught up
in your
little
chore
me
much to late
my latte
getting cold
saw you
today
on the
information
tube
you and all
those others
some
said
in the distance
bombs
were falling
but
so little
i could do
i'm
just too
far away
you were out
on the highway
the one
beside
the mall
holding out
your little
sign of
cardboard
i know
not what
it read
for
i had cash
in my pockets
i was
on
my way
to spend
so as you knock
on that
door
to my
glassed in
little world
its
not
that i don't
notice
but
i
can't
just let
you
in
jSweptson
Feb 25, 2011
Feb 25, 2011 at 2:55 AM UTC
merica
land of
greedy
corporations
home of
i got mine
you
get
yours
merica
where
some
live in big houses
that
climb
to
the skies
still others live
in getto's
where some drive
around
in cars
that need
their own
zip code
america
we got
neimanmarcus
gucci
saks
chanel, dior
some
do
their
shopping
in
the
5 and dime
next
door
merica
its own
worst enemy
for its
destroyed
more
than
it
will
ever
be
jSweptson
Feb 24, 2011
Feb 24, 2011 at 7:24 AM UTC
3 in the morning
its
3 in the morning
blue light
From the pod charger
Fills the room
Lately
Its become the norm
To lay awake
In these early
Morning hours
words
banging
round inside
my brain
as rocks
in a
can
of
tin
words
pop
pop
popping
like popcorn
in a
microwave
need to throw
back
nights covers
pull my
duff
outa bed
take out
pen and
paper
release
the words
from
inside
my
head
****
its 530
in the morning
jSweptson
Feb 24, 2011
Feb 24, 2011 at 5:19 AM UTC
Tears will fall
Before
The Morning
Comes
Fall
Before
The new
Day
Separates
From
Night
Fall
Before
The departing
Feb 22, 2011
Feb 22, 2011 at 11:38 AM UTC
close as the wind
That whispers
Past
Its story told
On a nightingale ‘wings’
Close as a nights
Wet kiss
Our skins
Close
As passions
Breath
Yet
The distance
Is as walls
To high
To scale
Feb 22, 2011
Feb 22, 2011 at 11:36 AM UTC
Little blonde girl
That little blonde girl
I remember
All too well
dressed in her
little
Pappagallo shoes
Black tights
Oh so short
little
black skirt
and
white cotton
blouse
I remember all
Too well
Those
Hot summer nights
spent
riding
In her
front porch swing
The two of
us
riding
In that
Moments
embrace
Feb 22, 2011
Feb 22, 2011 at 11:33 AM UTC
living on buttons and caps
staring through
the window pane
found me burning
life at
both ends
found me
climbing
life'
razor edge
always looking for
that
balanced moment
just between
heaven and hell
at times feeling
the horizon
through the
purple haze
just getting by on
buttons and caps
not quite seeing
life' horizon
not yet
feeling hells
burning gates
just slipping
just sliding
down
life' razor edge
jSweptson
Feb 19, 2011
Feb 19, 2011 at 12:42 PM UTC
A Place..."
There's a place I go when my spirit lays low
when the light dims within my soul
A place I sit and ponder, replaying the circle
Plowing things under from the depths of my mind
A spot to sit in silence, escaping life's violence
Through dreams of tranquility
A place where life's troubles-n-woes drift slowly away as smoke from my angers fire
jSweptson
Feb 17, 2011
Feb 17, 2011 at 11:52 AM UTC