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Aug 2016 · 344
A man named Red
Gary Aug 2016
Red was a man who had whiskers long and a temper short.

He was a man with out a home
Who worked in the park where I walked every day.

He painted pictures from his memory of how he remembered things to look
You see they took ol' reds sight in Vietnam one cold night.

I would talk to red (not to long) everyday. What ya seeing red, what's the memory of the day?

He would pull out a sketch book and show me his thought.

Once it was a big bright sun in the corner of the page.
Under the sun, blackbirds flying.
Under the black bids where a long row of clouds raining, raining stars on top of a boy laying in a field of grass.

I thought it looked cool, (all these different thoughts mangled into one).
Although his placements of somethings would be incorrect I would never tell him.

So what cha' think? Beautiful! I replied your thoughts are perfect! The rain earlier this morning, the birds feeding  in the grass under the clouds! Very cool!

Red shrugs his shoulders and said,
"I never thought of what was happening today. I was thinking back to when I was a child laying in the tall grass that grew in the fields. The fields behind my home. I would watch blackbirds eat while others sang, high up in the Sun till darkened night.

Feeling embarrassed about what I had said. I was moved on how simple yet heartfelt and powerful reds thoughts were.
I apologized, Red I never he stopped me. It's my memory everyday, showing me his note book he had the same picture in it pages and pages worth. You see beauty in this picture.           My story is sadness, see I never explained the stars and clouds. I had a abusive old man he would beat my mother and **** her daily in front of me. He never hurt me, he said this is how you treat a woman son go then go pass out.
I would sneak up to  my sobbing mother and hold her tight. She pleaded to me never to be this way. I nodded silently and walked out side.
Scared to someday become like my father, I decided to end my life (I thought this was the only way) I ran out in front of a street bus.
The next thing I remember is awaking by my mother saying thank God your alive! I told you not to play in the street! Mama! I said reaching for her. Yes my son, God hasn't taking your life, but has taking your sight.
I always would listen to the blackbirds play in the sky on sunshine days my friend, and still do to this day.
But now also after the play the clouds come in to take them away, turning them into fallen stars from heavens sky.
He touched his arm for me to look.
It was covered in tattoos of stars. One wink and a single tear red touched me.
  Thank you for listening to this old man. You are the first and last to hear my truth. God bless you son.
A week later I had heard from police red had passed in his sleep on night.
Now I look to the stars, wondering which one he is.
And wondering when it will fall to earth again.
Aug 2016 · 243
black and white love
Gary Aug 2016
If a picture paints a 1,000 words.
Why am I speechless while staring at your beautiful face?
Aug 2016 · 279
Establishing the truth
Gary Aug 2016
My eyes hung heavy
Thoughts density,  
fill my mind

Shaking my head rapidly
Repeatedly,
Like a rabid infestation of mites had migrated to my mind.

I drink heavily to drown the *******!
**** the ******* thoughts
Of killing myself.

These placid thoughts,
From a outside world.
A outside world of farces.
Plastic people with their plastic minds
The heartless and soulless  carbon copied pigs of society.

Pretend your pretty life
Is pretty.
Pretend your petrified smile
Is real.
Infect me with your lies
Through the poisonous food
You graciously say is safe to eat.

Pretend I'm okay
As you strip my life away
Pretend to help
As you infect my veins.

**** all your followers
With ******* and lies
Tell all your children
How ******* hard you tried.
Aug 2016 · 217
un emotions
Gary Aug 2016
Night...as cold as the  shattered heart
Her soul..follows, keeping it hidden and living in the dark.

Once the sun use to glisten off her pale white skin.
Now she lives in the ally ways darkness.

My face is beautiful  (she says) reflecting in a pool of fresh spilt blood

Words
Money is ******
Melts down a wall
In the ambulances light

Bullets spray
silent words never heard

Her story read
in her Writing , on her walls
Of her home, on the streets
Where killers roam.
Aug 2016 · 265
suffocation
Gary Aug 2016
The candle burns, from two ends
With two flames, from two hands
Its center trapped,  with no escape
Dying to soon, dripping on plate.
Only to later be on a display
For the two hands to have their debate.
Aug 2016 · 274
Realizing
Gary Aug 2016
Tears fallen from clouds
Down the face of the sky
Darkness there back round

The rumble of clouds collisions match this skies color
Deep, dark and intimidating

Why is there no sun shine?
Has it gone?
Or is it the menace behind this chaos?
The menace of the summers storm.

Who brought upon this dreadful dark encounter, of a summers day?
Pondering as I lay in my yard looking upon this storm.

My thoughts of how we all need water to survive help me
Realize this is nature surviving.
So I thank you mother earth for feeding your children
Whom brighten my everyday.

The sun hasn't gone away
It is helping the clouds feed our trees plants and flowers
To help them strive in its light.

And the darkness is beautiful  as well
For without it we could never stare at the stars to dream.
Aug 2016 · 450
The artists love
Gary Aug 2016
I spend hours looking at her
Beauty.
Her lustrous hair, her glowing soft skin, her eyes so beautiful.
She sits there, as I stare intently, creating my sculpted art of my one and only love.
Her giggles, make me laugh
Her eyes, give me hope
Her soul gives mine a home.
Stare I can do all day, and do. Then with her soft spoken voice she asks (are we finished?)
My reply as I make my final smooths (almost my dear)
A few minutes later I reveal a clay heart in my hands.
She says it's beautiful,  but I thought you were sculpting me.
I was my love (I replied.) I see how beautiful you are everyday.
Before I could never express what I felt about you in any just way. Until today when I never looked down at my hands and just made what I feel when I look at you.
Jul 2016 · 460
The form of understanding
Gary Jul 2016
Holding hands in society and in private is a true form of commitment.
Hold my hand while I lead you away from what makes you hurt.
Hold my hand while I guide you to your light.
Hold my hand in compassion.
Hold my hand during times of grief.
Let me know you are truly listening by holding my hand.
Congratulations,  shake my hand.
It's a bet, handshake confirmed.
Let's hold hands and be there for one another.
Help me be brave, let me know I am not alone,  take my hand in yours.
High five congratulations,  turn into a hand shake.
A handshake turned to hug goodbye.
Hand over hand shake of I will miss you.
A hand shake turned to bro hug, while saying goodbye to a friend.
A hand shake to share our emotions and introduce our souls.
A hand shake to confirm a end.
Jul 2016 · 626
Never losing hope
Gary Jul 2016
Whenever I lose the sense to believe.
I just look around at all the people who support and believe in me.
Strength not only comes from your heart, but also the hearts of those around you.
Jul 2016 · 230
Darkness Reigns
Gary Jul 2016
The darkness is the only one to show us the stars that we dream if one day reaching.
Our darkness helps us see the light in our future, the light we need to focus on to reach all that we dream.
So please do not interpret my darkness as morbid. When it's the most important thing I have to help me find serenity and peace through my minds dream.
Jul 2016 · 632
Cold beer matters
Gary Jul 2016
Cold beer matters!
All beer deserves to be treated the same.
It doesn't matter what state it came from or how its brewed
It is someones love.
All beer is equal when it comes to relaxing from a long day. Doesn't matter if its a port a lager 16ounce or a pint as long as its cold there should never be judgment.
We can all get along knowing our tastes need not be the same to share our love for barly and hops as long as we agree on just one thing.
Cold beer matters!
Jul 2016 · 211
Stuck not forgetting
Gary Jul 2016
Mist green seas
Sky of red
Mislead life
In side my head

Air so dense
Crushing my lungs
Wishing I were someone
I was all along

My head is spinning
My mind a race
Getting claustrophobic
In my own space

Wanting not knowing
Having yet stealing
Laughing as I cry
Sitting here grieving

Sky of read
Life mislead
Stuck with living
Inside my head
Jul 2016 · 179
Better Days
Gary Jul 2016
The world - our window
Its people - its soul

All people - together
For our strength - to grow

Hearts - warm as sun
Oxygen as important - as the soul

Take my hand, we'll be the bees
Polenated with love
Spread with a sneeze

Like a wild flower in the snow
Any where- our love will grow

Making a land of all colors and blooms
Where we all live as one
Where being born is our only due.
Jun 2016 · 322
cages in emotion
Gary Jun 2016
Words held captive
Guilty of all we do
Yet thoughts are orphans
Sitting in cages like animals being abused.

Days of speaking in riddle
And writing in rhyme
Are now handed over
To some clown dressed as a mym.

Language and words are a thing of the past
Only to be used as a flaw in our law
To be used as a pass.

Words no more
Actions of ******
Morals beaten, twisted and chained
Treated as a freak show
Looked upon as weak and insane.
Jun 2016 · 265
Rising souls
Gary Jun 2016
To rise yet again
But how high will I fly
-This time

Coals of the ashes
Stay at a simmer
Awaiting my return

A constant failure
Of minimal victories
Is this man behind these flames
Of laughter.

To crash and burn
To never learn
Never to learn
When there are no lessons learned

Rise to victory
In flames of glory
The pain is burning

Wishing the pain to go away
Cool waves of air
Blow out the flame

Killing the body
Yet leaving its soul
Sending it down, to the coals.
Jun 2016 · 906
Etching of my soul
Gary Jun 2016
Like whispers, nighttime speaks.

Water falls to the creek
My blood flows of emotion
As a tear drop leaks.

Whispers

The sky thick with ice
foggy visions
Fill my sight.

Nighttime

Whisper in my ear
Winds of change
Are getting near.

Serene

Thunderous day
Come back again
Speak my reflection
Of my only friend.
Jun 2016 · 283
A morphing of nature
Gary Jun 2016
Walking through the fresh scent of dew.
Morning hasn't awoke as the moon slowly falls down and asleep.
I witness the lullaby as sun shines alarm starts to rise.
So loud at first, it burns my eyes.
A new born day starts where nighttime lays.
Like standing in natures paradox understanding it all through dew filled skies between the fall of the rise.
Jun 2016 · 227
Thunderous cleansing
Gary Jun 2016
Hearing the thunder
Feeling its rain
Watching the lighting
Realising my pain.

Smell of rain
Cleanse my lungs
Wash away memories
Of who I was.

Wind shifting sky
Keeping closed, my eyes
Nothing more then dark to see
Letting nature come cleanse me.

Released is my soul
Open arms to grow
Understanding is my heart
For the two, to never part.
Jun 2016 · 219
once darkness falls
Gary Jun 2016
Once darkness falls
is only when the eyes are truly open
Look to the moon
See your face in its light
Have a prayer?
We'll sing it to nature tonight
Once darkness falls

Once darkness falls
Suns rays turn to moonlight
Warm summer breeze
Turns to a cool nights wind
Happy thoughts,
turn profound
Once darkness falls
Is when I'll be found.

The darker the sky
Deeper the lie
Summers sun can't hide
The heartache inside
Once darkness falls

Rain mixes with tears
To help cover the fears
Unknown to most
yet so familiar to me
Where one can run and truly be free.
Once darkness falls.
May 2016 · 243
Just to make you happy
Gary May 2016
The elixir of life
Chased down my throat
With cheapened words
For your understanding

Chased down my throat
Like some bottom shelf burbon
I know I'll be recycling soon.

Yet-
Still I drink it
Still I say it
Knowing it's all coming back on me.
(One way or another )

I suppose in life, this is how I learn
But-
Do we ever learn?
(Don't think so my friend, just don't think so)

So I'll sit here
Drink my drink
Say my words
Saying
That we'll never learn

Cheers
to never learning again
Cheers
to never hearing your thoughts again

As I choke down these words
Chase them with spirits
Suffocate with the real hopes
Filled with lies
Of cheapened words
Just to satisfy your ego.
Gary May 2016
Her hand, open for love
Her heart, closed from fear
Apr 2016 · 292
Vanishing memories
Gary Apr 2016
Bullied and beaten his whole life.
His body drown,
His soul trapped under ice.
Judged by a town,
He was a only  few,  
no one told their secret,
But, they all knew.
In the creek, in the town
Under ice, they’d be found
Wooden cross, sacrifice
Belief so strong, it took their mind.
Judging all who doubted a faith
Killing in the name of
Their fathers grace.
Nightmarish screams
Echo across the lake.
In a deserted town
Who’d never admit their mistakes.

Resurfacing his demons of the past.
He climbs a thorn filled vine
To scape over the tallest of brick walls.
Nail like thorns breaking off in his palms,
With each slightest movement of hand.
Some briars even as deep as breaking through the backside of his hand.
Although the pain immense,
His grip holds tight, to achieve the top of wall.
His legs shredded, from the razor like thorns.
Pants completely  torn,
As soon will be his flesh.
They say once a king has taught his men all they can learn. To beware, beware for some men take the gift of kindness to their advantage. Once shown the strength held in numbers, if his men choose anarchy. They can defeat and overthrow. Un-grateful,  un-knowing, selfish beings.
Unleash the Lions!  As he run for his life. With each grasp, climbing higher each time. Bloodied, torn and exhausted. Finally he lay his beaten body on the top of the wall. His once followers, never man enough to follow his call. Cowards! He yell with his last whimper in voice. ******* go to hell,
Once given no choice.
You trust in no one,
Keeping your eyes squeezed tight.
Hoping they won’t  see you,
As you turn out the light.

Like smoke,you want to disappear,
To the night.
Hoping to blend in with the shadows
Keeping you out of limes light.

Never again,
Will you allow them to see you.
Never again,
Can they judge your will.

Hear your thoughts- in a passing bye.
See your face- in the darkest of night.

****** to a nation,
Of judge mental peers.
Painting the story of your life,
Filling your head with fear.

Click your heals together,  tonight,
Disappear, deep in the darkened night.

Abandoned, darkened and cold
Is the only place safe enough to call home.

Where being you, is feeling so real,
Not to live up to their lies.
Without  judgment
Of their dagger filled eyes.

The sun don’t  need to shine
Let it stay behind

Welcome darkness
Sky so dark
Take over my feelings
Fill my heart

Stay behind, forever more
Take from me, my memories
Throw them from the seas shore.

Waves crash, like my emotions
Into a the breaker wall.

Never trying to understand
Just forgetting, it all.
Apr 2016 · 962
Tears of nature
Gary Apr 2016
her eyes as green
As the mornings grass
Glistened with tears
As the mornings dew
Apr 2016 · 268
Summers Bath
Gary Apr 2016
She lay basting
In the sun rays
Gleem
Her eyes of green
In the calmest of
This summers breeze
Apr 2016 · 169
little to late
Gary Apr 2016
You are my everything
He whispered
As she walked away
Apr 2016 · 460
No lives matter
Gary Apr 2016
When respect is gone
When the rules are no more
When martyrs have to win
No lives matter

When titles and ranks of authority
Are constantly attacked, and can be scrutinized for doing a service
No lives matter

When no one is there to listen, to help, to protect you
Then your life matters

Your life cannot matter
Without others lives
Lives keep balance
Just because there's disagreement
Doesn't justify irrational behavior
This only proves
No lives matter

Once we learn to respect all
Once we learn no one including ourselves are perfect
Once we accept violence is not an answer
Once we accept accountability for ourselves
Once we stop pointing guns and fingers at one another
Will we start to civilly start thinking
Of our actions and the price we pay for them
Then maybe then will
All lives matter.
Gary Apr 2016
Doors open as I approach them
Slamming tight once passed
To assure they are closed, re locked
A one way ticket,
For a non stop journey
To keep moving forward

Locked behind are the doors
Once thought of never opening
Now are just past accomplishments
Never to be thought of our used
-again

Now knowing accomplishments come
With determination, and the strength of accepting challenge
I know I can, I will concur all my goals
Capturing dreams and building strengths along this very unstable, yet very rewarding road of life.
G-Buda
Apr 2016 · 239
Eyes to the soul
Gary Apr 2016
Wisdom lies deep behind our eyes as it brews in the soul.
Apr 2016 · 194
papers and wind
Gary Apr 2016
The wind blowing so strong that day
It violently tore the page of ideas
From my notebook.
Now they're just thoughts
Traveling through the sky
To be forgotten.
Apr 2016 · 216
To the poem I never wrote
Apr 2016 · 262
4 word story (summer night)
Gary Apr 2016
Like whispers, nighttime speaks.
Mar 2016 · 232
My Now
Gary Mar 2016
I judge you not from
Your past
I expect nothing from
Your future
I accept you
For the now
I live
For the now
I judge only
For the now
Never to compare
The past or present
To my now.
Mar 2016 · 250
Lines of contious
Gary Mar 2016
I walk with my back towards you
In your torn town, so blue

I do not want to see your face
For then you would need to confront your fears
Fears the truth

And I your contious
I can't face you
Since you don't want to see me
I feel like nothing to someone
I once was so highly held.

You ignore me to win
Arguments so minimal
You refused one time two many
To listen

Now you lost you
By not having me
Slowly disintegrating
For setting me free
Mar 2016 · 282
Footprints in sky
Gary Mar 2016
Timmy two shoes
Was just a kid
Buried  wearing one shoe
Hung were two
Marking what they did

Holding one shoe
In their hands
Jimmy left life to soon
For different color of bands.
Mar 2016 · 220
BLACK ROSE. (5wd)
Gary Mar 2016
Once the love has died.
Feb 2016 · 296
Oxymoron
Gary Feb 2016
When you strive on speaking nothing but
Truth.
Yet accept someones blatant lies to avoid
Confrontation.
Feb 2016 · 371
The struggle of beauty
Gary Feb 2016
People use to write poetry
With a quill to parchment
The hands eloquent swipe
Barely able to keep up
With the poetic minds thoughts

The poet, like a warrior
Swiping mad his feathered pen
Trying to capture his feelings
Leaving the quills blood
To fill the scars made
Upon his parchment
capturing his wording
For the world to see

Words displayed in books
Like caged animals in a carnival
Never to be free to roam again
Displayed for the on goer
To examine with a fine tooth comb
Displayed for the on goer
To tell their own story
Of the caged beasts life

Forgetting the true story
Behind the struggle and strength
Needed to even begin
This glimpse of beauty

Books become cages
For the once free thought
Cages capture the beauty
Of a once free beast
Both to be admired differently
Then either has ever expected.
Jan 2016 · 270
The Right of wrong
Gary Jan 2016
They make their rules
Expecting all to oblige
But refuse to listen
To anyone elses side
Angered and pained
To be a force that's heard
Protesting in violence
So absurd

Let my shelter
Keep you warm and safe
May you benifit
From what you call mistakes

Yell my name
Use it in vain
Reassure all humanity
Has gone insane

White flags, black flags
Waving in blue sky
This not your land
But this land is yours and mine

Forgetful minds
Forget all times
The fist you wave now
Will one day be your demise

See with your heart
Learn with your mind
Judge nobody
With any others eyes
Jan 2016 · 344
My smart phone (ode to)
Gary Jan 2016
Living in my back pocket
Constantly snapping pictures
Of the insides of my jeans
Always auto correcting my ***.
Jan 2016 · 474
Fire ladder
Gary Jan 2016
Sometimes
We need to climb
Back down the ladder
Once we reached the top
To avoid being burned
From our past decisions
Jan 2016 · 275
Mirror Mirror
Gary Jan 2016
Fists fight
On words honor
Bruises heal
Both forgotten
In time

Guns fire
On words defense
Hearts and soul die
Both forgotten
In time
Jan 2016 · 262
Haiku 5
Gary Jan 2016
Night time snow blowing
Sky filled with darkened cold
Coffee warms my soul
Jan 2016 · 271
Cold Feet (12 wds)
Gary Jan 2016
Ice forms on feet
Frozen to the ground
Stopping us from dancing
Jan 2016 · 296
Learning truth
Gary Jan 2016
It was the perfect night
That night
I had thought
That night
I had bought you flowers
In the park

Seranated you a song
That had your name

I thought the feeling was right
But I saw that look, in moons light
It wasn't glistening stars
In your eyes sight
But was the darkest silouette
-of
Wind blown cloudy sky

Tear filled rain
Of broken tries instead

Silence can make the heart heavy
The darkest of night
Is the sunniest of days
When all you have worked for
Is walking away

Walk away,
Spread your wings and fly
I wish you nothing but happiness
As much as once was mine
In days of you and I
Jan 2016 · 311
Eyes of silence
Gary Jan 2016
Father- look to the sun for the  answers my boy.
Son-why would I ask for answers from something I can only follow.
Father -because it is big and strong and can pave your road.
Son- my road is paved, paved of uncertainties and challenges which I openly accept.
Father- why would you not take the road we all chose for generations? Why must you disobey?
Son- I've seen all the damage caused by being followers, your once clean roads are now my bumpy travels. The abuse and misuse of generations have made a once easy choice almost unbearable. I chose to make my own mistakes,  on my chosen path. I choose to learn and teach my generation, and our future it is o.k. to think and live for "you."I will not preach my lessons as strength against others, but instead will pass them only, once they are aknowledged. Never will I  condone a life in the sunshines shadow. For I have lived in its realm long enough.
Jan 2016 · 261
FREEDOMS SOUL
Gary Jan 2016
Death isn't where we lay
Yet, is where we are born
As I lay in silence
Breaking  the silence
You heard, in your mind
One to many times
Silently our memory screams
Never to be heard,
until it is too late
Until,
the echo from all the silence
Screams so loud
that our ears bleed
Until the echo of that silence
Is heard,
Until,
it is free
Until,
it breaks the chains of silence
Until,
its soul breaks free
Until...
Jan 2016 · 601
To Believe once again
Gary Jan 2016
Little things like understanding.
once added together, can build a strength we never knew of.
Listening, before speaking.
Speaking in lyric of fact, not opinion.
All lead to a understanding.
A understanding of yourself, learning to accept truth and facts.
Learning it is o.k. to not always be right.
Learning it is o.k. to listen, absorb and give benefits of doubt, when necessary .
Let go of the angered pain,
Let go of the ego, of having to be right.
Understand, we all have the right to an open ear, from the open mind.
There's a thought,
that enters my open mind.
Stopping the hate,
That fills my worlds time
Enter-
happiness
Stop-
in time
Understanding,
yours and mine.
Stop,
the time.
In a still second pace.
Holding time, briefly
To see, it's beautiful face.

To this thought,
That has entered my mind.
That gave me clarity,
For a still second of time.
I thank you,
my soul,
For allowing me to see,
A more loving world,
Where we all
can be.

Time does not stand still,
I know.
If it could,
this is it's second, I would choose.

My wish for this same second-
To freeze in time.
For each, and every soul
To smile, in harmony.

For everybody to feel
The warmth from happiness.
For everyone to see.
If we all work together,
A smile for one second,
We-
Can radiate a new born love.
For ourselves and each other.
All unite as one,
Where-
All are sister's and brother's.
Jan 2016 · 262
Haiku 4
Gary Jan 2016
Clouds cover sunshine
Hidden beauty awaits
Flowers deep in the ground
Jan 2016 · 753
Haiku 3
Gary Jan 2016
Wind blown clouds in sky
Tear filled rain drops feed maple trees
Leaves die feeding ground
Dec 2015 · 388
Haiku 2
Gary Dec 2015
Protest peacefully
Screaming violence
Never taken serious
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