Though many have said the word
Few understand it
You want freedom
But are you willing to die
Word's once spoken now mean nothing
Fight
Sure you would
But you are easily mislead
Government
Politics
It all falls on you
The people
And you are to ignorant to end it
This world
I have walked it
Drove it
Sailed it
And all places are the same
A people of sick nature
Fat
Obese
With greed
Hell is real
We are in it
Liberty You have no understanding
But yet only know the word

Many fools who say many word's but have spoken nothing here
Poetry they call it to what sense of manner could it be
Your dreams and aspirations you leave here
You limp away like a pup wounded from his mother
Excuses are in your nature
No self control
No self respect
And to all you are named traitor
Crimes against humanity
You hate correction
You hate truth
You are weak
You speak of gender,equality,reason
Yet you are to foolish to see
In this world there is no such thing
This world has a heart that to the manner of hate
You embrace it
You are weak
Brought to anger quickly
No understanding
No respect
Just weakness
You are weak

Her eyes are damp with tears of him.

He left her alone once again.

She said she loved him every night and kissed him softly and held him tight.

And then the day he went away her heart was broke her mind went stray.

She wondered where her love might be from the highest mountain or the deepest sea.

Word had came he died one day he had crashed a ship along a bay.

She sat alone in a wooden chair singing a song of a widow's bare.

A child laid inside her womb it was his son he never knew.

Years they passed and so did she, she found another love you see.

But he came back luggage in hand to find her with another man.

He did not complain nor did he groan but determined to find a love of his own.

And she was found wondering why her lost old lover did not die.

He drank in sorrow she sat in pain.

Two lovers broken just the same.

But lovers they are never more for time and fate have shut that door.

The child grew to be a man and two lost lovers found their hands.

But she was married he was a drunk it was forbidden but it was love.

And then the day had to come when they were found in bed with touch.

She was called a ***** and a *****.

He was called a filthy man.

But together they share in a old broke shack a love that stands
As strong as facts.

For love can stand the test of time and that is why love cannot die.

Xoxo

There is a darkness in this land of pain and tortures from man's hand.

From unkept promise's lies and pain deception of truth and evil things.

Misery loves company and this poor boy sings harmony.

In the darkness where I stand a light it shines in my hand.

That light is that of unspoken words and the truths that you have never heard.

Wisdom is that which keeps me strong and in this poem you'll find my song.

To live in love is good to die may blessings find you in your life.

Goodnight to all my fellow writers dreamers poets or all nighters.

I'm off to rest my weary head and lay upon my softened bed.

It was an honor writing for you but now I'm off to dream a new.

And maybe when the morning comes I'll hear the birds sing of love.

I love to write of all I do and so to my friends I'll dream of you.

Goodnight

P.s.
Don't let the evil demon woman that lives in the closet and hums at 3:00 am bite or eat your soul

Xoxo

A dime a dozen I know this well I've heard far before.

You can make it or choose it win or lose it but only if your more.

Fame it comes and it goes fortune never stays.

I'd rather have one true love than I'd like anything.

Cause one true love is only one it can't work by yourself and there's someone out for everyone but not from what I can tell.

You see my friend ive been alone for way and far to long I've looked and searched the whole wide world but never found a home.

One who knows how to love and only stay with me is it my bad luck or my bad fortune that keeps on losing me.

I had a gal one fine time who loved to hold my hand but she ran off and found a loft with my only good dear friend.

So if you ask me what I want more than anything thing it isn't fame it isn't fortune it's a gal who feels the same