You know what's worse than someone deceiving or cheating you...the realization that you should've been able to identify and see through that person..and you failed to do so...'coz you let trust blind you...even though you trust someone..that is no reason to relax and take it easy...always be vigilant...the person who cheats you could be anyone...even those who are closest to your heart.


To live a life in perspective
I’m told you need to define a horizon
line eye level to the viewer.

From my hill of years the view is fluid
as in watery, but also as in unpredictable.

On the sea’s face a wall of fog moves in
and out like histories remembered
and forgotten.

Sometimes silver striates the sea
with such a glitter of insight
I am bedazzled and cannot look.

Sometimes fogbank and ocean merge
with such blue-gray unity it seems
the horizon rises so that I stand on
the shore, dwarfed by a surf of knowledge
that pounds at my ignorance.

Sometimes the sea becomes invisible,
the white air a questioning emptiness,
a finger-touch of damp against the cheek.

We took this trip
                 across the universe.
                                 Walking on sunshine,
                                        Black Hole Sun.
     What I am is what I am.
Carry on, my wayward son.
Hey, Jude,
                    Dear Prudence,
                 Johnny was a school boy
           when he heard his first Beatles song.
              Rag doll living in a city.
                        Living on a prayer.
             Your love is like a prayer.
Just beat it,
           beat it,  
          beat it.
Hit me with
your best shot.
I'm hot blooded,
hot blooded,
fire away.
                I want to fly like an eagle.
Come sail away,
                Come sail away with me.
     Bermuda, Jamaica,
             Ooh, I wanna take you.
In the shadow
of the moon,
Terrapin Station...
Oh, black Betty...
She's a brick house.
She has me like
a Pisces always will.
I'm a simple
kind of man.
I will be the flame,
an eternal flame.
                How can you sleep while
                           your bed is burning?
                   Burning down the house.
Little Pink Houses for you and me.
Don't speak.
I got a fast car.
Losing my religion.
Blinded by the light.
Hungry like a wolf,
I want to dance
with someone.
Purple rain.
Purple Rain.
by the
Kick start my heart.
I love rock and roll.
Put another dime in the
jukebox hero.
He sure played
a mean pinball.
Bye, bye
Miss American Pie.
Time after time,
I wish you were here.
Kristy, are you doing okay?
Shine on, you crazy diamond.


This fun write is  in part inspired by Howard Hilde's most recent poem with several references to Beatles and Nirvana songs in it. I decided to write a poem with only song lyrics, no extras.
Thanks for reading! K:)

Christ I
Adore Thee,
Whom Left The
Ivory Palaces And
Came To This World:
Thy People To Free From
Sin And Satan's Power. Pray
Guide Me And Keep Me This And
Every Hour. O Jesus Christ I Thank Thee,
Amen & Amen.

© Timothy 5 December, 2015

My shelf holds worlds;
  bending under multi-colored,
peeling teeth; paper raked by pupils.
  Cream clenches then spreads,
like a jogger's lung, and I say,
  This is why I normally take it black.
Something Steven Spielberg presented
  is strapped to my wall, reminding me of
  my childhood that has left my memory
faster than I hoped it would.
  There's a decaf tin holding mini-presidential tombstones.
I keep a picture of a woman
  I don't even know because
she looks happy and I envy that.

This room is hermetically sealing
  3 AM insomnia and daydreams.


half of me
sleeps in you
in your different sheets
in the hues of blue
a part of me
still grieves over our lust
but at the same time
knows it has reduced to dust
a version of myself,
that won't shut up in my head,
is convinced that i'll only be happy
if i wind up in your bed
over and out, dwelling and demure
how can you love someone if you can never be sure?
a stained glass cry for help
and a tongue that eases every knot in my soul
the same shards of me embedded in you
are the ones that convince me that i am whole

The cluster of ice in my glass
  looks like a milky fist.
I shake my cup and ask
  about the weather.
He says, 'Hasn't rained in
  one thousand or so years.'
I say how that's unfortunate;
  he says how shit happens.

This party transitions into
  something out of an art-house film;
the Cali-tens are dancing to some
  80's song you would vaguely recognize.
They bump into one another
  like bees in an electric hive.
A Russian drinking a Russian
  asks about drugs.
I say into my drink that I
  don't have that many friends.

Looking for a bathroom,
  I am bumped by hips and lips
into the former eggshell/cigarette stain wall,
where I find my partial reflection
  looking back at me in that familiar
transparent parent way.

I find myself apologizing.


How can thoughts be real
They're not solid enough to touch
So how can someone manifest
A feeling such as love?
Can you
Hold it
Breathe it
Squeeze it in your hands
It's forcing us to trust
In the invisible
Once again

Because although you can't see it
  It can still disappear
Love is the sad song
That left you crying in your beer

Blind sided
It can hit you
And you best believe it's true
Love is as real
As the way I feel for you

Traveler Tim
Dedicated to:
Everyone in the known universe!

⦁                                                        I
                                              ­         just
 ­                                                 someone
        ­                                      to talk to. All
                                          I need right now
                                     is a shoulder to cry on,
                                a kind word, a loving smile.
                            The kind of silent understanding
                          you feel with someone who knows
                         you inside and out. I just want to be
                         loved, not for what I can give some-
                           one, not for how hard I can make
                            them laugh, but literally just for
                                 who I am. Someone who
                                    loves me despite me.

               Despite my flaws and cruel words and harsh
                          thoughts and lonely feelings. I'm
                                    tired of feeling like a
       ­                                             I'm
                ­                                  tired
                         ­                           of
                                   ­              being
        ­                                         what
   ­                                                to
     ­                                           you
                  ­                        deject me?
                             Why do you neglect to see
                    that I'll be on this shelf for eternity?

© Rose 2017
I'm confident in myself and in who God created me to be... but it would be nice to have a shoulder to cry on sometimes.
 Sep 11

Words that toy with my emotions,
spar with my minds thoughts,
tango with the soul
Inspire poets pen to waltz across a blank page
each word like a perfectly placed dance step

As poets tell stories that only a poet's mind and pen can craft
As lines intertwine and images of beauty unfold
In words that help the blind see

This my dear poets
Is what poetry is to me

This was some left over lines from my scribble
In Anticipation of  your Ink.
Some lines that didn't work or fit
Well I couldn't get to work or fit lol
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