I believe everything
That my T.V. is telling me
From my old time black and white
To the new color technology
From what all I should wear
To everything that I should eat
My television really cares
Never once would it lie to me
The way I should smell
What atmosphere I should breath
Helps me be myself
Fulfills my every need
It's here to entertain
Keep my life on track
Shows me what is in
Tells me where it's at
If you can't believe the T.V.
Who then can you believe
Based on fact not fiction
Never out of selfish greed
As long as there's still breath in me
I'll continue until I leave
Believing every single thing
My television is telling me
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 12:37 AM UTC
*She built her walls high and mighty
For many have entered who only brought upon agony
Most were the lovers who promised her happiness
But eventually left her heart to pieces
Now, I knock upon her door
To her I promise no tears falling on the floor
But days with smiles and deafening laughter
And that I would be her happily ever after
Through her walls, she peeks carefully
Considering me, my words and sincerity
She said, I could come in
But trusting me, she still didn’t mean
She looked at me with scornful eyes
Still doubting, believing I was telling lies
If only I could take away all those hurtful times
If only I could return the girl with unbroken smiles
It would take time before I she would believe, years maybe
But I wouldn’t mind, I’d still love her eternally
I’ll make her happy once more, this I know above all
Until the lovely day her mighty walls would finally crumble*
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 12:35 AM UTC
Enjolras lead the students
He lead them in the fight
There upon the barricades
They fought to get their rights
There upon the barricades
They fought without much chance
There upon the barricades
They fought to save their France
There upon the barricades
They fought to soon be free
They fought for a freedom
They could only dream to see
But the frightened people
Soon left their side
And there upon the barricades
All the students died
There upon the barricades
With a red flag in his hand
There upon the barricades
He made his final stand
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 12:35 AM UTC
The night at the ball
I met a foreign prince
He told me he liked my shoes and smile
And I've seen him around here since
He is a Prince Charming
He searched through the land
However, others had ideas
A spy shook both our hands
Another imposter to the throne
Claimed to be his girl
She took his photo on the side
And cracked our china world
And so, I thought of him again
As he rode on horseback
After many months of zilch
The prince and I, at last?
The prince was very perfect
He was all charm and looks
A part of me could never speak
To the man I knew from books
But soon I finally saw the light
And the prince had just about ceased
Prince Charming is for Cinderella
And I like Beauty and The Beast.
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 12:34 AM UTC
a suffocating pain crawls up his throat
as he watches from the observation deck
a home once his now pathetically remote
in the cosmic vastness an agonizing speck!
brave wanderer was his dusty restless boot
his mind a yearning traveler on endless roam
love flew like sparks without growing root
never was one place could he call his home!
now before him stands an infinite rocky terrain
inviting him to unveil her unexplored asset
replicate a habitat of a different light and rain
build there a refuge retrieve a broken nest!
his lips seek a prayer as if to shake off fears
as creeps up his spine cold night's stardust
whispering the void of four ninety light years
the story of lost empire and all the broken trust!
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 12:33 AM UTC
She had a vibe
and a brotha started diggin it.
Now he's in the club
walking round like he's addicted and,
She doesn't mind;
she's a sucker for attention.
But keep in mind
She's not dancing alone.
The music ends
and he passes her a compliment.
She tucks it away
and decides she wants to play a bit.
They wander off,
and it gets a little steamy.
But keep in mind
Someone's calling her phone.
When morning comes
recollection makes her feel like sh**.
So before he wakes
she has got to find a way to split.
She leaves a note
and starts looking for the way out,
But keep in mind
She still hasn't come home.
He heads upstairs
and can't wait to open up his gift.
She is locked up tight
so she can not run away again.
He comes in close,
and her screams are never ending.
But keep in mind
That his cover's been blown.
When cops show up
he's gone off to find his next target.
But he soon gets caught,
and he is given the worst sentence.
They find the girl,
and her husband rushes to her.
But keep in mind
She was dead long ago.
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 12:33 AM UTC
My brother, Sean,
Had a pitcher's arm,
His catcher said
It was his only charm.
He could aim
With radar sight,
Used speed and curves
To get three strikes.
One summer day
I stole his bike,
He spied me,
Eyed me in his sights.
His first pitch,
Like a guided missle
Whistled past my head;
Aimed for my jawbone,
Missed the strike zone,
I headed straight for home.
His second pitch,
A screaming fast ball,
Barely missed my pate,
I felt that I was safe.
His friends made fun
With a Ball two call,
Sean took aim
With his dropball;
He wound up
Then released.
He threw high,
And I cried:
Bring in the Relief.
His pitch lived up to its name,
It dropped,
I felt the batter's pain;
Sean had worked his charm again.
I wasn't talking,
I wasn't walking,
They called me Out
On the neighbour's lawn.
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 12:32 AM UTC
I go to school
I sit in class
I love to write
But I hate math
Behind my desk
I try to add
I draw the shapes
I make the graph
Learn formulas
I get confused
It's much too hard
Too many rules
Daddy can teach
He goes to schools
He shows them math
He knows the rules
I leave the bus
Dad gets the door
"How was your day?"
"I learned some more!"
Dad says, "Good Job,"
And turns to leave
I yell out, "Wait!
Can you help me?"
Dad hesitates
He sits me down
I bring out math
He starts to frown
"How is this hard?
Here's what you do!"
I smile as he
Explains the rules.
"I get it now!
Let's do this one!"
"I have to go
But you have fun."
My daddy leaves
I wear his frown
I try the math
It's harder now
"Daddy come back!"
I start to yelp
"I'm sure at school
That they can help."
I go to school
I sit in class
I love to write
But I hate math
Behind my desk
I just can't see
Can Mrs. teach?
She's not Daddy
I raise my hand
I wait a while
"Can you help me?"
Mrs. just smiles
"It's not all wrong.
Here's what you did.
Let's try it slow
And get it fixed."
That's not so hard
That's kind of cool
I laugh as she
Explains the rules
"Mrs. please stay
For just one more."
"I'm glad to help!
It's not a chore."
Before class ends
We take a test
I'm scared but I
Wish for the best
I turn it in
I start to leave
"I'm proud of you!"
Mrs. tells me
I check my grade
Right by the door
An "A" in math?
What in the world?
I leave the bus
Dad gets the door
"How was your day?"
"I learned some more!"
Dad says, "Good Job,"
But doesn't stay
I yell out, "Wait!
I got an A!"
Dad smiles. "In math?
I'm proud of you!
Maybe one day
You'll teach math too!"
I'm really glad
I learned the rules
But math should still
Be banned from schools
Thank you Mrs.
For teaching me
Since my Daddy
Had to go.
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 12:32 AM UTC
I wish to share a story
of when I nearly met my fate-
A tale of an adventure,
and a quest I had to make
A story of an abandoned mine-
A search for silver and gold-
Of prospectors, and the miners-
And the secrets they must hold
My father used to pan for gold
in the mountains and their streams-
And found enough of the elusive stuff
to make my mother's wedding rings.
I thought that I would try my hand-
to see what I could find-
So I set out to seek the entrance
to an old, abandoned, mine
I left for Arizona,
to Prescott, I wished to go -
Crossed the Rio Grande,
on thru New Mexico.
Finally got to Phoenix -
800 miles and count'n,
then north, up to Prescott,
Thumb Butte, and Granite Mountain.
I pitched my tent on Granite Creek,
with great anticipation-
Checked the notes from my father's quotes,
and began the exploration
With my father's tin pan packed in a bag-
and his pic-ax at my side-
I felt like a real "old timer",
with heaven as my guide.
I found the one I was looking for-
with a darkened cave as the entrance door-
And a handmade sign on a rotting board, said
"Welcome Friend, 1894."
Well, I picked and I chipped! and I chipped and I picked!
til the sores on my hands ran red-
When I felt some dirt, drifting down on my shirt-
and some pebbles hit my head.
It only took a second-
for the ground to start to quake-
The dirt was falling faster,
and the walls began to shake.
I ran as fast as I knew how,
toward that entrance door-
When the last crosstimber broke in half,
and came crashing to the floor!
Now, I don't know how much time had passed-
since all of that began-
But felt as if I had been in a trance-
when someone took my hand.
I grabbed my shirt-tail, wiped my eyes-
tilt my head to see-
And saw a sun-dried, weathered face,
looking down on me!
He wore a wrinkled old hat,
an old flannel shirt-
Raggedy old pants, and a mile's
worth of dirt-
He had a beard of silver threads,
with a tinge of ginger root-
His hands were thick, and calloused,
and their color matched his boots.
He gave me a jug of water
that came from the nearby creek
As I began to take a drink-
he began to speak-
"Strange thing about abandoned mines-
they wish to be left alone,
To keep the souls of all of those-
who often called them home."
His voice began to tremble-
as he spoke those woeful words,
He seemed to be recalling
many things he'd seen and heard.
"It isn't greed that brought you here,
I can see that, in your eyes,
it's not just ore, you're looking for-
But another kind of prize."
"You must go back to your domain,
and you'll find that treasure chest-
For it lies deep within your heart-
and in those folks you favor best."
I shut my eyes, said a prayer-
and asked, if what I did was wrong?
When I finished, and said "amen",
that old man was gone.
I never asked him for his name-
or the place from whence he came-
Some things are better left in silence-
and not to be explained.
I went back to take another look,
and gather up my gear-
Tried to find that “Welcome” sign,
but, it too, had disappeared.
I stood in "awe,and wonder,"-
of the place that I had found-
And with my eyes, realized,
I had trod on hallowed ground.
Going home I pondered,
'o'er the words that old man said-
But, did all that really happen,
or was it from the "bumps" upon my head?
I got back home, and cracked a smile,
As I strode up to the door-
And there, hung a handmade sign
on a rotting board, said-
"Welcome Home, 1894!"
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 12:32 AM UTC