robert-w-kodama
i write to express my anger,or is it the hurt,either way i have found it has to have an outlet or it burns me. / just a poet on a motorcycle / i learned. be honest with yourself, im not the cream of crop, my education 7th grade at best. i have always lived and did things the most brutal way possible. the satisfaction of a job well done . during this 48 year endurance i watched others, picked their quality's, dismissed their failn. i am no failure, i have limited means, but never done without for long. i do not measure myself against others, only by the joy within my self, the help i lend, the path i broaden for others to follow. i love my Son Robert A Kodama. i can build anything, i can run any type of equipment, these things come natural, i count them as gifts. i am nobody from nowhere, i'm a sinner, i'm forgiven. i have been a mean sob, i've been a loving bastard. it has gotten me this far. in my future, i will love more an stop cutting things so close to the bone. R.W. Kodama
I scream
I scream
I scream your name
into the empty
moonlight
by the cold firelight
I scream
just to hold you
tight
to be dancing in the broad daylight
scream with me
scream by my side
scream for the hours
lover must suvire
by the cold fire light
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 11:35 AM UTC
dear sir,
this was my jacket, a fine coat it is.
it held me tight an kept me from fright.
in the wind we would go, bright sun would shine down as I'd
cruise all over town.
I'm gone now, the coat hangs limp.
a constant reminder to my wife so fine of the life I left behind.
I plead with thee,
do not tread my path.
Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 8:28 PM UTC
Woe lone beach travler
The anwser you seek
Is much to deep
For i am only the sea
I can only cover an mask
Your burning question
you must ask
Will never be answered
while you hold so fast
For i am only the sea
I can not carry thee
Cast it away
And do not stray
This is the only
way.
Dec 24, 2017
Dec 24, 2017 at 9:31 AM UTC
As i walked
I talked a lot
Questions asked
The sea at last
Replies so fast
You can not hear with thine ear
You must see past
The last
Tear
For dont you see, that taste of salt is me
in you
I am you
You are me
We walk together
Im all about you
You will last forever.
Dec 24, 2017
Dec 24, 2017 at 9:12 AM UTC
My mother the sea
She waits to be with me
The sand so deep
Grabs ahold of me
Filtering my soul
While exfolateing the old
My mother the the sea
Cant you see
I need thee
I see the sea as part of me
With its salt upon my lips
I embrace its new day
For i have been washed away
...
Dec 24, 2017
Dec 24, 2017 at 8:50 AM UTC
Eyes like cherry's
Skin so bruised
Weeps beside me
Salted red glossed cried in deep
Stomped to the floor
Thousand miles apart
She knows the struggle
Right where im at.
A chance meeting
Ever so brief
Talk to her,
never heard her voice.
Picture it,
coming soft,
like trying to calm a scarred dog,
just enough hand extended,
hesitate from bit to much.
Touch of nuzzle
Bend of ear
Drop of tail
Under her palm
with just a nudge.
Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 11:11 PM UTC
Hurry hurry take that post down
Everyone will know it's me who's to blame
It will be all over, the talk of the town
Hurry hurry take the truth down
I need a drink
Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 12:40 PM UTC
I'm tired of these tears I cry every night,
Worried for you,
Even though your by my side.
I cannot stand the feel as they roll past my ear
I'm afraid I will drown in my pillow so damp
The look of you so still an calm
Passed out again,rejecting my arm.
It hurts to face my new day
Wish it would all go away.
Some never met my lady so true
Or dare ask why I'm so blue.
I'm tired of smelling the cheap *****
That has you so tight,
I'm tired of wishing you to pass on out
I don't know your pain or it lays in your brain
....... Stay tuned for more!
Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 12:33 PM UTC
Tick and tock
Things not forgot
Tick tock of Dads wrist
watch.
The tick an tock I hear no more.
The buzzing in my brain.
The ringing in my ear.
Sound has robbed me of my favorite part of his old wrist watch.
Just a childhood memory,of my ear pressed to Dads watch as he held my squirm to a minimum.
Allowed to cuddle an nap in the pew at church.
I would listen to the ticking of his watch,thankful of his closeness an patience.
He's gone now,i have his watch,the tick is gone, time still moves on.
Tock tick tock gone to the tinnitus.
Hashtag hearing loss is no joke.
Nov 30, 2016
Nov 30, 2016 at 5:05 PM UTC
enablelating
devastating
cohabiting
separating
rehabilitating
medicating
anticipating
visitating
reverlating
celebrating
Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 7:44 AM UTC