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Dec 2018 · 145
Running
I looked for trouble and I found it son
straight down the barrel of a law mans gun
they try to catch but they know they can't
I keep on running from a long neck man

This dream i'm living is a way to die
this fame and fortune brings tears to eyes
these nights of lonesome they haunt me to this day
spent my life running from the men in grey

I wake up in the morning hear the work bell ring
look upon the table just the same ole thing
Ain't no food upon the table, and no pork up in the pan.
But you better not complain, boy,
you get in trouble with the man.
Dec 2018 · 163
Done for today
Today is now done with my writing
for truly has been in-sighting
I bid you farewell
till tomorrow has shown
I will be
forever grateful
Dec 2018 · 143
I am sorry
To those I have hurt
to the dreams I have stoked
to the girls I left stranded
to the men that I broke
to the enemy killed
to the jobs that weren't done
to time's that were missed
to all I have wronged
I have but these words to leave and to give
I am sorry my love
I am sorry as ****
Dec 2018 · 109
Why we write
Why do we write
why do we jot down our lives
our thought our dreams
they are not hidden anymore

Why do you write what's your confession
is this site a priest
is a place to confide inn

No I think not it's but a blot
Of history
I revered it
and I've feared it
What??

MY PAST
Dec 2018 · 78
Addiction
Smoking an endless line of cigarettes
Or drinking an endless bottle of *****
We all have addictions
They are who we are
A wise man once said a man without vices
is a man without virtue
but I disagree
I wish my addictions would let me be

I wake in the morning to the 5:30 bell
my back it hurts from digging wells
im just an old cowboy it's plain to see
their aren't to many men like me
But sure as come the first thing I do
A Marlboro red to get me through
A snort of *****
A pinch of dip
A sip of Johnnie walker
Now that's the ****

But it's getting bad
it's my convictions
I struggle with demons and many addictions
Dec 2018 · 109
Lets build a fort
WHAT ARE YOU DOING READING THIS LETS BUILD A FORT!!!!!!!!
Dec 2018 · 128
Dr fuck
He came in the room
He sat right down
He pulled down his pant's
He laughed like a clown
When I tried to run
He said bend over
Dr ****
Has come for closure
Dec 2018 · 50
She's fat im drunk
And this is why you need a ******
because life is hopeless when
you are sober
So have a ball and remember
Don't drink to much in late December
Dec 2018 · 192
Truth is
I may be a bad Influence but **** Im fun
Dec 2018 · 686
Trip
I was takin' a trip out to LA
Toolin' along in my Chevrolet
Tokin' on a number and diggin' on the radio
Jes' as I cross the Mississippi line
I heard that highway start to whine
And I knew that left rear tire was about to go
Well the spare was flat and I got uptight
'Cause there wasn't a fillin' station in sight
So I jes' limped down the shoulder on the rim
I went as far as I could and when I stopped the car
It was right in front of this little bar
A kind of a redneck lookin' joint called the Dew Drop Inn
Well I stuffed my hair up under my hat
And told the bartender that I had a flat
And would he be kind enough to give me change for a one
There was one thing I was sure proud to see
There wasn't a soul in the place 'cept for him an' me
And he just looked disgusted an' pointed toward the telephone
I called up the station down the road a ways
And he said he wasn't very busy t'day
And he could have somebody there in jest 'bout ten minutes or so
He said now you jes' stay right where yer at and I didn't bother
Tellin' the durn fool
I sure as hell didn't have anyplace else to go
I just ordered up a beer and sat down at the bar
When some guy walked in an' said who owns this car
With the peace sign the mag wheels and four on the floor
Well he looked at me and I **** near died
And I decided that I'd jus wait outside
So I layed a dollar on the bar and headed for the door
Jes' when I thought I'd get outta there with my skin
These five big dude come strollin' in
With this one old drunk chick and some fella with green teeth
An' I was almost to the door when the biggest one
Said you tip your hat to this lady son
An' when I did all that hair fell out from underneath
Now the last thing I wanted was to get into a fight
In Jackson Mississippi on a Saturday night
'Specially when there was three of them and only one of me
Well they all started laughin' and I felt kinda sick
And I knew I'd better think of somethin' pretty quick
So I jes' reached out an' kicked ol' green-teeth right in the knee
He let out a yell that'd curl your hair
But before he could move I grabbed me a chair
And said watch him folks 'cause he's a thouroughly dangerous man
Well you may not know it but this man's a spy
He's an undercover agent for the FBI
And he's been sent down here to infiltrate the Ku Klux ****
He was still bent over holdin' on to his knee
But everyone else was lookin' and listenin' to me
And I layed it on thicker and heavier as I went
I said would you beleive this man has gone as far
As tearin' Wallace stickers off the bumpers of cars
And he voted for George McGoveren for president
Well he's a friend of them long-haired hippie type ***** ****
I betcha he's even got a ****** flag
Tacked up on the wall inside of his garage
He's a snake in the grass I tell ya guys
He may look dumb but that's jus a disguise
He's a mastermind in the ways of espionage
They all started lookin' real suspicious at him
And he jumped up an' said jes' wait a minute Jim
You know he's lyin' I've been livin' here all of my life
I'm a faithfull follower of Brother John Burch
And I belong to the Antioch Baptist Church
And I ain't even got a garage you can call home and ask my wife
Then he started sayin' somethin' 'bout the way I was dressed
But I didn't wait around to hear the rest
I was too busy movin' and hopin' I didn't run outta luck
And when I hit the ground I was makin' tracks
And they were jes' takin' my car down off the jacks
So I threw the man a twenty an' jumped in an' fired that mother up
Mario Andretti woulda sure been proud
Of the way I was movin' when I passed that crowd
Comin' out the door and headin' toward me in a trot
An' I guess I shoulda gone ahead an' run
But somehow I couldn't resist the fun
Of chasin' them jes' once around the parkin' lot
Well they're headin' for their car but I hit the gas
And spun around and headed them off at the pass
Well I was slingin' gravel and puttin' a ton of dust in the air
Well I had them all out there steppin' an' a fetchin'
Like their heads were on fire and their ***** was catchin'
But I figured I oughta go ahead an split before the cops got there
When I hit the road I was really wheelin'
Had gravel flyin' and rubber squeelin'
An' I didn't slow down 'til I was almost to Arkansas
I think I'm gonna re-route my trip
I wonder if anybody'd think I'd flipped
If I went to LA via Omaha!
Dec 2018 · 143
Trifling
Women been my problem since I found out they weren't men
In spite of that I stopped and a took a wife
now and then
they built their fences high but they couldn't hold me in
I was born with a fire down below
I gotta get some loving before I go

I like to kiss em slowly as I let down their hair
Or squeeze em by the waist and then I wash away their cares
I love em all and
all and all
I want to let em know
I'm not trifling I just love to love ya know

I guess you heard some story about the system that I fought
I ain't the only outlaw just the only one they caught
they tried to *** me off
but I run slow
Hell I quit running a long time ago
Ah yes the 5th of November
A night I remember well
she came and sat at a barroom
she looked like **** and hell
I asked if she was *****
Yes was her reply
I ****** his wife so gently
on a  cold November night
I always will remember
But friends please wish me well
He put a bullet in my lung
But I sent him to hell
Dec 2018 · 81
Blood on my dick
Shut you're ******* mouth you ****
get on the ******* bed
I hope you like hard you *****
now give me ******* head
You're gonna want it wet
when I put it in your ***
I'm gonna be your first
But I ain't your ******* last

I want you hear you ******* scream
I wanna see you cry
I want to see your ******* look like ****** cherry pie
I'm not looking for tomorrow
I don't really give a ****
Forget the ******* ****
I want you're blood all on my ****

I want squeeze you're ******* ****
until they're ******* purple
And choke you like a little *****
And ******* like yokel

I wanna watch you fade away
As I choke you out
And when you finally wake back up
Put my **** back in your mouth
Dec 2018 · 57
Fuck shit son of a bitch
**** your vibes
and **** your dreams
**** on your hopes
and cut your strings
after I'm done i'll play my fiddle
throw you in a ditch *****
Life's a ******* riddle
******* *******
Eat a bag of ****
Mamma out ******* ****
Trying to get a fix
daddy out beating mamma
Trying to get his pay
hard ******* life
Great ******* day
Dec 2018 · 348
Hands of many
Up in Biddeford, Maine
Ragged worn and scarred
Her face was aged with care
But her hands are what caught my eye
I could not help but stare
They were careful as they moved
As though they had been trained and known
I could tell by her moving fingers
All her life she had sewn
I asked her but one question
She gave but one reply
She sewed my denim very well
Then tears fell from her eyes

Now down in New Orleans
I wondered quite a while
I recall a gypsy woman
She had a lovely smile
Her hands were soft and smooth
Her fingers kind to touch
She read my fortune cracked laugh
And said
You don't talk much

over ways in Georgia
I climbed upon a pine
I saw a preacher 6 feet tall
His hands were built like mine

And cross the mile in Memphis
Across through Tennessee I fell in love with a woman
But she sure did not love me

Over out California as west as you can go
I found me a lady who
The prettiest one I've ever known

the wintered chilled Alaska
over on Ice peak
I found a comfy sledding dog
he saved me from the street

Upon the sea in New York where ocean meets the bay
I caught a bullet in the lung from some guy named Jay

Though I've traveled far
and seen a lot of lands
I never a seen hands like yours
Since Christ has died for man
When the moon comes over the tower
When the world it starts to see
when the dead letter cries
and all you despise
who's gonna set you free
Dec 2018 · 54
Loving her
I have seen the morning burning golden on the mountain in the skies
It kills a man to say good bye and kiss his love just to turn and cry
The fever when it burns inside it teaches me that she was worth more than dying
I healed a many night's from the love light that shined within her eyes

I long for the mornings when I felt her loving fingers on my skin
She cleaned my soul and helped me just how to remember who I am
I knew her love would leave me but cause I know all good things come to an end
Loving her was easier than anything I'll ever do again
Aug 2018 · 96
When the show is over
When the stage is bare
I sit and ponder
The show is over folks im done
the curtain is falling
Im hanging up my hat for good
This boy from Texas had a good run
Last notch on this outlaws gun
Etched in my life like the carving on the tree
It stood tall over there in nineteen hundred and ninety three
But it's over now all hope is gone
No family no friends no love no home
The business end of a 45 don't play
I guess that's my justice in some dark way
The show is over none left here to see
If you see me in hell say a prayer for me
Aug 2018 · 85
I miss love
I miss love
I miss hugs
I miss friends
I miss my wife
I miss my daughter
I miss my mother
I miss my father
I miss religion
I miss being sober
I miss love
Aug 2018 · 73
Death
Sweet bitter death when will you come
Make haste before the sun shines
Save me
Make me a man
I do not fear it
I welcome it
Death
Aug 2018 · 77
Vodka
***** is cheap
Love is expensive
Id rather drink *****
And be alone for Christmas
Aug 2018 · 74
Fuck you
Aug 2018 · 162
Blow my fucking brains out
I don't give 2 ***** about tomorrow or now
I don't give a **** if the sun comes out
I could give 2 ***** about certain or doubt
All I wanna do is blow my ******* brains out

Life is **** it always is
Nobody really cares who you are or where you've been
You can sit in the corner and ***** and pout
But all I wanna do is blow my ******* brains out
Aug 2018 · 72
I hate myself
This is not a poem and if you take the time to even care or read this well I guess thank you.
Every morning I wake up and put a fake smile on I wear a coat of shame and guilt for the wrong I have done to others and the things I have said.
I know I am a bad man I am past that I just hate my life and most of all myself. I have contemplated suicide a few times but I am to much of a coward to go through with it yeah Im so pathetic I can't even end my own suffering. This all started when my dearest friends and family my wife and my daughter died I lost faith,hope,clear judgment, and a whole lot more.
I now sit in a motel room at 1:40 in that am telling a group of strangers my troubles thinking somebody gives a **** and the whole things feels ridiculous. I drink allot more everyday and the more I drink the worse I feel but when I try to stop it only gets worse. Everything is kinda ****** readers I guess this is hell and all of this is what I deserve in the end maybe I will die with peace but until then I will drink myself to sleep.

Good day to you all
John Yuri Yasmirakov
Aug 2018 · 82
Her smile
I can feel the morning glowing down on the window in my mind
Giving me the hope that love is something more than just a little light
Teaching me that yesterday is something that I never thought of trying
Looking in the love and the healing in the colors in her eyes

Waking to the morning wondering when love will come again
running from the traces the people and the places that I've been
Looking at her as she sits kissing her with love that never ends
Her smile is the one thing I hope and pray I'll one day see again
Aug 2018 · 71
Forget those dreams
Hear me not
Yea I shall speak no more
No longer shall I endure my mind
The vivid pictures it paints
Defile me
I speak with clear conscious
My conclusion is contaminated
Does my death arrive soon
  People are bidding me farewell
But I have no plans to leave
Mother said forget those dreams

Hearing the music grow softer
It calms me
Smiles of yesterdays past
I can still feel the warmth of the sun on my face
Back in those times I could smile
I was free to love
And be loved
so far now it seems
I must forget those dreams

Wish
To wish for what
A kiss
Just one more moment with you
One more touch
Then I shall depart from you
so hard to let go of you
Hard to believe
I must forget my dreams
Jul 2018 · 83
A land of bliss
One at night While I laid sleeping
A vision came so subtly
A bird she had blue eyes and red spotted wings
She spoke In a soft voice come
I went
We flew far and as we went higher her wings spanned longer
we flew across the mountain ranges and all the hills
People below flee from her but I do not fear
We came into the clouds where a land span came
Milk flowed from the rocks
Honey poured from the caves
And on the field lay
Eight thousand flowers
Four hundred honey dues
six hundred and eighteen Lillie's
and nine hundred and seventeen roses
Their colors are
Red,Blue,Violet
There as we landed the sky had a misty golden blue touch
As if God had painted it himself  
And then at once I heard a voice saying feast
Before me a table was laid, upon it was
Three hundred loaves of bread
two hundred and fifty seven cut's of poultry
fifty seven steaks
nine hundred and eighteen bottles of wine
sourdough bread was taken from the three hundred
Cobb salad
Wild Alaska salmon nicely laid before me
A bell was then brought to me by a lady
She wore a velvet ribbon in her hair and all else of her attire was black
She said to me
Feast never alone
I rang the bell and there came
forty mill workers
twenty widdows
fifty wives with their husbands
One handmaid
Three gravediggers
And nine children
We all sat
A prayer was spoken
We began to eat but as I drank the wine I became tired
I fell to sleep
When I awoke death was around me
He said choose to come or stay
And In my words I spoke
Lest I die
I will never leave
A land of bliss I gave for this
Jul 2018 · 88
Mock me a dream
Lady oh lady mock me a dream
Be something I want
Be something I need
Lady oh lady
Could you be mine
Could you be what I've longed for
For all of my time
Sure they say luck is bound to bring dreams
But lady you know how luck can sure change
So lady oh lady mock me a dream
Even if you pretend
I will still be
Forever grateful
Mock me a dream
Lady oh lady
Sing me this song
I wrote it because Im lonesome
But now Im alone
So lady oh lady
Mock me a dream
Be all that I've wanted
Be all that I need
Jul 2018 · 88
How I wish I was
I wish I was
I wish I was
So many growing things
Caterpillars butterfly's
A mite on an eagles wings
I wish I was
I wish I was
But I will never be
So as I wish I Dream it to
To be so many things
Jul 2018 · 80
Secluded greetings
It's a wonder how wonderful you are
Yes you
To you I write
Not to a dream
Not to a promise
Only to you
My heart longs for the flaming touch
Of you
I whisper seduction within your heart
But it only last as long as the cherry of a cigarettes glow
Poetic is it not
Sure
But you know
And I know what our secluded
Greeting always bring
Whispers of seduction
Jul 2018 · 1.2k
Theology
Say what you like
Say what you will
But the truth to the matter of whether God is real
Lies within the heart of you'r soul
That is the heart that does not beat
Nor can it be seen
You may say science has fact
I also may say that theories indeed them selves are all proven
Take to account the string theory
That one thing is seen while the other is leering
Not seen but existent and that as it is
Fact is irrelevant when it comes down to this
So take to my word's
Be that as it may
Theology is something
Proven by rays
Sounds
And light
Speed that is fast 4 times the speed of light
Unheard of by science but by space and time  
It is possible so fact that everything is slow
This is a fact unproven but proven to be know
Jul 2018 · 82
Fuck
What are word it can be used as a noun a verb or even an adjective
Yet is looked at as a horrible thing
To see people use this word makes me smile
****
If it were only a formal word life would be better
Jul 2018 · 76
If I were the wind
Blowing with no destination no home
Going where many have gone
Singing with the creature of the night
Whispering in the tree's
Buzzing with the bee's
Slowly softly touching the end
Rising and destroying everything in my path
With no awareness of what I have done
If I were the wind
My life would find peace
Only
If
I were the wind
Jul 2018 · 420
Liberty
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
Jul 2018 · 79
You are weak
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
Jul 2018 · 61
Grandfathers promise
To those who ask him but see his face is a gleam of glimmering glow.
He has spoken his peace yet standing in the promises of mother.
His pain is his weakness
His eyes are his hopes.
He is yet in that somber lonely death.
Shift in the sense of the grotesque from the creator to the created
I am him.
Reason with the beast that lies within the promise of grandfather is this.
Jan 2018 · 144
Two lovers
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
Jan 2018 · 376
Darkness
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.
Jan 2018 · 207
Goodnight to all
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
Jan 2018 · 163
True love or fortune
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
Fire burning bright as angels sing above.

Dearly beloved all I've wanted  has found another love.

A fire once filled me to simply make her smile.

Now that fire has turned to hatred burning all the while.

She had a way with charm and love could make the devil blush.

But I was lucky or unlucky because I found her love.

At nights she would whisper so softly in my ear and her words were fuel to a fire that burned with love and care.

But her lips grew lustful and her eyes looked far I caught her with another and it broke my heart.

The Fire that burns in me is one that can't go out so I shall take a ******* torch and burn her ******* house.
Jan 2018 · 308
I am the reaper
Think of pain and think of suffering and you think of me.

Think of death your last breath and pray you never see.

I am the reaper the angel of death I've taken many strong.

A i am the ending of beginning I'm bound to find you all.

I have brought fear to all that's near I've made the bravest cry.

I was there when Jesus Christ the Lord was crucified.

I stood upon the shallow trenches dug in world war one.

I watched the bomb fall upon a nation of the sun.

When soldiers hear me or they see me they pray I'm on their side.

I am the reaper bringer of death to all that live shall die.
Jan 2018 · 126
Where is the memory
I had once remembered what I had forgotten has this happened to you?

You have a thought and then it leaves you puzzled and confused.

You sit and wonder and try to think what might that thought be.

You sit and try to think about what you thought before it had a ring that special zing but fate has locked the door.

Then one day a week or so it comes back to your mind and now you know that your own brain had tricked you with a lie.
It does escape me quite to soon whiskey bottles hotel rooms

Dreams I had from long drawn past now it leaves me much to fast

Had a thought of a flower growing hopelessly so gallantly waiting to be picked
But left behind thrown and forgotten.

Now sitting all alone like a heart that has no home my mind waits profusely kind and used but known by few.

That deep and honest thought that I once knew now just to keep the chilly winds off my guitar.

And since I was walking lonely roads left behind like a joke that was once told but now unknown I dropped my pride and stepped inside a bar.

Music played soft and low some people danced more sat alone I guess that's just the way lonesome goes fly to high you fall so slow.

I bought a drink and looked around I'm just a drifter from some old town but now that town is ghostly sounded by empty streets and stubborn old I grew up there and grew so cold.

Thanks to the girls who've held me nice and to the men who gave advice some advice has saved my life but only few have ever found me deep and sound drunk and forgotten whiskey kills when mixed with cotton.
Oct 2017 · 117
To Run To Sit To Think
To run to freedom like a desperate slave
To run like a gazelle on the African planes
To run like an engine with no stop
To run faster and faster like chasing the clock
To run like a sprinter twords his goal
To run like the devil after a soul

To sit like a man who's dreams are dead
To sit in wonder of how we are led
To sit all alone in a world so cruel
To sit on a throne as a king or a fool
To sit in peace meek or mild
To sit with your mother father or child

To think of how we are so blessed
To think of love and how its best
To think of you
To think of me

Run Sit Think
and soon
you will
see
Oct 2017 · 114
2 poems in one
I am I
You Are You
We do can do we
Anything to anything
I love I
You Love You
Love Is Strong
Strong Is Love
Words are words
And just that
that just
And more and
Confusion oh Confusion
Mind boggling Mind
Intelligence strengthens Intelligence
Read it backwards
I awoke !
From a dream...or am I dreaming?
I seek I find something gleaming
I know now what you are.
You are the passion of my life
But plunged in me a butchers knife.
I die so sweetly in your arms
A Dream i could only hold as a lantern in the night
You are my hopeless flight.
Into that flight I fly far and fast beyond the glass of tomorrows words
A haze which I am between a dream of my heart.
I know now who you are
You are who I am we are one
Like bullets from a gun.
Death is my only release from Hate which was once love
I know now why i loved you oh Caroline
Your name was as sweet as sugar but burned me like fire.
Goodbye my sweet Caroline goodbye goodbye!
Farewell my sweet Caroline farewell farewell!
You took my heart of love and Gold and turned to cold hell!
For bid me off to the moon my Caroline for bid me adieu  away from you
Sweet slumber anew
In a Midnight Slumbers Drunken Haze
Oct 2017 · 132
Haze of anger
I'm bleak
I'm strange
I have no thought
My mind is lost a dark black blot
Fortune finds me then it leaves as picture of a breeze
Captured forever in my mind
Completely lost far in time
Understand that i have not of which i speak of which i thought
Do you keep in memory of yourself
Through forgotten memories of yourself
Do hate me love or all the same what is that inside your brain
Do speak with anger or with love
Are you kind and gentle as a dove
Are you lost in time
Or lost in sin
Do hate the world you are trapped in
Does you grow faster
Or does it stop
Do love yourself
Or do you not
My haze of anger i'm caught up in
Is like a dream of fortunes end
Self untiring thoughts that keep my mind settled
Oct 2017 · 173
We were there
We were there when we went but no one remembers
We were there and we seen a war in September
I sat in my barracks with some of good friends
when head master called to his infantry men
as a ranger i flew i took to the skies
i'm lucky enough i made it alive
War is hell its all the same
a ranger born to die
The same
My poetic rhyme of the war and how it has affected me
Oct 2017 · 116
This Flag
This flag ain't a rag
it don't stand for a gang
We don't throw it in the air
just proudly it hangs
it fly's by day it lowers at noon
we pledge unto it an oath we keep true
many men died to keep you free
and keep that flag flying flown in the breeze
i guess its true and i'm proud to brag
i love my sweet ole American flag
Patriotic poem here to show admiration for my country
my brothers my hero's my family and my service to it
All gave some but some gave all
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