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Gary May 2015
An empty bottle washes a shore.
It's contents, like mine
Are gone.
The oceans water is rough,
Like my life's journey so far.
This breeze tonight, is bitter cold,
Like my heart, left sour and old.
I have no thoughts of good nor bad
Maybe a few *******, but who wants that?
It's lonely out here alone,(beautiful as well.)
So I carve these us less words
Upon this old piece of drift wood.
Throwing it from my shore,
To only be found by some other sap.
I think I'm keeping the bottle thou.
No one ever understood me until we met.
Thanks to you cold, rough ocean's tide.
Thank you for this beautiful gift of a new friend.
- THE TIDE WITHIN ME
Gary Mar 2017
VooDoo child
Gypsy of the night
Saber tooth gemini
Carrying blood
On your knife
Kingdoms come
And kingdoms fall
Never ending
To the werewolves call
Howling screams
To the moon
To be nocturnal
Not to choose
A thirst for love
A love for hate
A lust for blood
A kiss to late
Gary Dec 2014
The sky was as clear, as a poets  dark thoughts.
Like the rain to its cloud,
His thoughts only to be released in time.
Once the sunshine has refused to light the sky.
Only to battle the darkened cages where these thoughts lie.
These cages, we call clouds.
Once the sunshine, stands to defend darkness.
Melting these thoughts to rain, letting them fall free and speak bravely.
Once our trees soil has strengthened through truth.
Once the flowers have powered their way through stone.
Once we all have seen, then we may believe.
The power inside, the power learnt from failure, from disappointment from learning to accept all our faults.
Learning to work on our hardest of roads.
Learning with the true power,
of our own inner strength.
Learning all, is but a arms length away.
Gary Jun 2015
I've been writing poetry for about thirty years now.
I have notebooks upon note books filled with many thoughts, storys and so called lessons.
Scribbles collected on stationery, box topps and restaurant napkins.
Many lost or thrown away, as I used the napkins to blow my nose when I had the flu.
I wrote poetry in my younger years
In 24 hour diners and when I wasn't to hung over to go to school.
Sadly though most of those lessons are gone to be forgotten, in dump grounds of Parma Ohio  Set in the city's ground engraved on old desk topps and tables are these thoughts. Slowly fading, like my mind, slowly detererating more each year.
I've been writing poetry for about thirty years now. I haven't accomplished a thing accept carpal tunnel and a repetive mind. Collecting and capturing my thoughts really made me see how little I think, how repetitive I really am.
Collecting and capturing these thoughts, prose and so called lessons, really accomplished not a thing.
A bunch of notebooks, loose papers and dried out pens.
Maybe there is an accomplishment from this mess, maybe it has helped me see I am a hoarder and can't let go of any of my thoughts.
Although they are all the same, just rearranged according to the day, I still think they mean something. "If something was nothing, I would be rich."
Glancing back at thirty years of beer soaked ******* and coffee stained sobbing really gives one a new perspective of how deranged life really can be.
So I'll pack another 20 sticks,  smoke faster then I breathe and write a new "profound" thought from this epiphany .
Gary Feb 2015
My soul use to be open
But now is closed.
Like some detour, on a dirt road
You'll never know
Where these thoughts, could go.

Once open, like an all night diner
Was where you could find my mind
But now, the light is out
And closed,  is the sign.

Once this soul had glistened
With trust
Shimmered all it's thoughts
Like gold
Now it is shriveled and dry
Not worth a cent
With thoughts too old.

A day late, a dollar short
Once people were proud of me
Now they just set me on fire
To light their stogie.

This old soul, use to be good
Like this old bottle of gin
Now they're both empty and useless
You got what you wanted
Now go buy some fascist label to replace us
We know our place,
Upon the dusty shelve
Next to the roses, you bought last year
Wilted, dry and deteriorating
From lack of interest.
Gary Apr 2015
I've never been to me
What I've always been to you
I wish I could see the beauty
you see
I wish I had the strength
That you think I do
I once had - the love of your heart
The strength in my soul,
The vision in my mind.
Now I stare in the mirror,
Knowing I can never add up to these expectations - anymore.
The love in your heart,
Sees more then I can give,
More then I am worth.
What I have always been to you
I can never be to me.
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.
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.
Gary Jul 2015
A world in disarray
Filled with un-truth
Creating hate filled fear

No one can walk down streets
Without having fingers pointing
No one can wear a thing
Without offending another

How does a country so strong
Have so many
Who don't believe in a single thing
It - we - stand for?

Listening to facts,
not what we believe.
Not taking others actions
So personally.

So quickly we erupt
So little do we listen
Offended by intelligence
Offended by answers
Quick to blame others
Quick to shame ourselves.
Gary Dec 2019
I write words of wisdoms
And some of truth.
I live for my world
Delivering emotions in forces so brut
My words caused wars in days of then
All of the enemies were once so called friends
I only deliver love and words of kindness
Developed from drudge
Living my life with every step being judged
My life is so simple, my words seem complexed
Your life so dangerous,  you block out the rest
To create our peace in any state we're in
Is the only way to heal and be proud of where we've all been.
Gary Sep 2015
It's not about what you've done.
It's about what you're doing.
Gary Sep 2015
Her heart strays
Alone for so long
Crying for love
In desperate puddles
Of unheard tears

Her shields are up
Protection against hate filled word predators
Humanity is un-heard of
When greed fills our thoughts
Saying pleasantries
Until her victims guard goes down.
Then-
Pounce for the ****
For another un-pronounced victory
Not caring for the amount of damage left behind.

Violence doesn't only show on skin
It also shows on bruised hearts
Ugliness doesn't only  lie in our brain
But, contaminates our bloods stream.
Carrying its infection through our entire body

Now-
No one can hear, no one can see
As her heart screams for love
In a hardened world
She calls her soul.
Gary Oct 2015
His ears are bleeding
His throat on fire
From the lies trapped deep inside

The words so violent
with breath of delusion
And eyes of fog
Making it hard to see


The mind cannot  be free
Once beaten not to think

Like the soul
Hidden in the darkest shadow

Trapped for life
Confined in a corner of abuse

No remorse,  no regrets
His feet  murderous weapons
Stomping on others dreams
Leaving them, once he is done
Looking like a trampled flower garden.

With their roots torn
And beauty now hidden
He looks in the mirror

His razor like un groomed nails
Tare into his cheeks
As teats run from his eyes
Blood runs from his cheek

What have I done?
Who have I become?
I am unraveling
I've become undone.

The ground is damp,
My heart gone cold.
The sun don't  shine
Through the darkened clouds soul.
With fog filled eyes
And a near beaten heart.
My thoughts of you, grow further Each step, as we part.
The wind blows, to create a whirlwind of thoughts.
Questions to remain, forever,
To be answered in time - never.
For a new beginning,
With a vacant heart.
Moving on, alone,
For a brand new start.


My world has changed,
Yet my thoughts
Stayed  the same.
Evolution, revolution
-Round and round
Explain please, why did you choose me?
To live this life?
The question  - I scream
From the pain, built through the night.
Evolution,  revolution
-round and round
Disrupting  concerns,
Of your damaging behavior.
Like a prisoner, in his cell.
I'm trapped with you-
To live in your hell.
Evolution,  revolution
-round and round
Torment my nerves, strip them raw
Turn the rest of this world,
Against my every thought.
Evolution,  revolution
-round and round.

The day is dark as night
Once your heart grows cold

Your dreams, out of sight
wanting to reach, but feeling to old

The light that would once shine
Dims in the darkness,  
Trapped in my mind.

Never to escape,  
All these thoughts, left so far behind.
Gary Jun 2014
I try to please you,
But we'll never have that.
You say listen, but I can't.
My ears bleed deafness,
From the screams in my head at night.
My head pounds so hard,
Feels like my neck disconnects my spine.
My voice soft and horse,
From Pleading for mercy,
You just do not listen,
My opinion,
So empty.
Me vs. Multiple sclerosis a never ending saga.
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.
Gary Oct 2015
Only God and fools take lives.
we may never know the reasons why,
To be brothers and sisters we must try.
Gary Jul 2014
Keeping your eyes closed
While your reflection is trying to see you.
Gary Dec 2014
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 echoe from all the silence
Screams so loud
that our ears bleed
Until the echoe of that silence
Is heard,
Until,
it is free
Until,
it breaks the chains of silence
Until,
its soul breaks free
Until
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.
Gary Apr 2015
The sky was blood red
From the stars bleeding heart
The weeping of the moon
Left a mist in the midnights air

My soul - the moon
Had melted that night
Turning a once blue sky,
To a now, deep shade of red
The once happy sunshine filled sky
Was now darkened, from one heart
Broken, with despise

The sky hid inside
The cloud filled tear
As our only wish,  
relied on a single star
A dream to last only until
Its final destination burning out
Of falling  to ground
Never to be thought of again.

A soulful thought,
With a hopeful beat
Once makes a stand
Now forced to take a seat
Once a star
Now just another color
Blending into the deep sky
Setting back
more with each glimpse
Until finally it has faded
To nothing.

The sky wore purple bruises
Trying to mask the violence
Taking out on a un protected soul
Covered in pain
Lashed in lies,
To be looked upon
Or thought of
Never the same
-again

I weep like the willow
As I sit here staring at her grave
Rope burns in my mind
Her swinging body
Lifeless I would find.
Gary Sep 2015
Looking glass, I see
Soul's my strength
Eyes of clarity.

Helping hands, reach
Arms in length
Allow me to breathe.

Tides are storms
That roll in lifes way
The heart's the roads answer
To the soul that has strayed.

Words, wisdoms, thoughts and beliefs
Give the courage and power and tools to succeed.

Looking glass, I do see
The strength in my soul
With my eyes reflections
Staring back at me.
Gary Jun 2014
My thoughts in this fierce world are to brutal in truth for the Lions den to handle.
Your facade gives you weakened followers who know no better.
When the thinker speaks and followers listen, then this is when the truth becomes feared.
The truth begs and makes you not only see, but face the reality, the reality which you fear so deeply, the reality that you can not see by your own.
This is a brain washed society,  with few hopes nowadays.
Don't be a follower,  don't feed this negative energy being used to shut out hope for a better you.
We need encouragements for our selves, our lives, our strengths.
To believe in our soul and speak only with our heart shows the greatest of all beings, a true being.
We need not the "fear to think" we need to display our thoughts and need to fear the resentment towards a free thinking society before it is too late.  Please help show others there is hope and it is never too late.
Gary Oct 2016
A thought in the mind
With a heart lined road
Builds the lives, creating our soul

Believing in trust, destine to us
Clearly to see, in all we may dream
Bring these beliefs,  
Watch them morph from our dreams
Lifting the once fog of the day showing the right road so we may never again stray.

Take my hand, as I trust in yours
Listen to my thoughts, without a word.
Build our strength, with two trusting hearts
Let the world see, a different way to live, without being scared to start.

Let The Love In This World, Be Our light.
Guided us to believe, help  build our strength in our sight.

May we see, all of our dreams
Holding hands, follow me.
Our footsteps help each,
follow our way.
Making our steps to humanity, easier each day.
Gary Nov 2014
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.
Gary Nov 2014
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 dissappear,
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 judgemental 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.
Gary Jul 2015
His thoughts,
Once heard by his mind.

Love of his words
Deepen with every thought

His words,
Once spoke from his tongue.
Surface into belief

Ears decifer how the message is received
Usually causing defensive language in return

Words of daggers thrown to ****
To stop the message
For his blood to spill

Now his tongue tries to heal the wounds on his scarred soul.
To heal the wounds of a heart.
Gary Aug 2014
Alive
At the sight of love
No gender, no color
No religion
Alive
At the sight of love
In sight of simplest thoughts
Believing
Two souls blending
Blending into a society
A society that sees all
Until all have blended as one
Until one is accepted
As all.
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Gary Jan 2015
His ears are bleeding
His throat on fire
From the lies trapped deep inside

The words so violent
with breath of delusion
And eyes of fog
Making it hard to see


The mind cannot  be free
Once beaten not to think

Like the soul
Hidding in the darkest shadow

Trapped for life
Confined in a corner of abuse

No remorse,  no regrets
His feet  murderous weapons
Stomping on others dreams
Leaving them, once he is done
Looking like a trampled flower garden.

With their roots torn
And beauty now hidden
He looks in the mirror

His razor like ungroomed nails
Tare into his cheeks
As teats run from his eyes
Blood runs from his cheek

What have I done?
Who have I become?
I am unraveling
I've become undone.
Gary Oct 2015
Feeling down,
so I played the blues
Therapeutic tunes,
to help me get through.

Feel the vulnerability through the notes of another
Feel the heartwrenching wailing,
Through their solo

Relatable and understood
Are your words,
through your roots

Let your story, roll off your tongue
May your words, be as powerful
As the oceans tide

Play those blues
So I may hide

Finger fretting
Moving so free
Up and down that neck
Wail this stress, free

Sing your blues
One more time

Roll off your tongue
Memories of mine
Play that guitar boy
For new memories
To find

Wail them blues, one more time
Singing them blues,
So I may hide.
Gary Oct 2016
Thunderous skies
Tear filled eyes
The fussing and fighting
When love and hate
Collide

Rain falls
In the darkest sky
Winds of change
Turn the direction between
of once you and I

Our story of love
Trapped in the issues of hate
With our hearts so strong
There's still only so much
That one soul can take
Gary Jun 2014
Thoughts come and go
The body burns, yet soul carries on.
Words engraved on paper,
Tattoos engraved on skin.
Both thoughts of the inner soul
Pleading to be heard, to escape.
To be understood during its short existence.
Papers color in age, get brittle,
Become hard to read.
Tattoos fade through the years,
Become less a statement and harder to understand.
although time on this planet is short,
The soul will carry its message for eternity to come.
Like a perfectly placed tattoo engraved to this world forever.
Gary Jun 2014
The minds freedom can be missed,
But its lessons and wisdom will carry on for generations.
Gary Jun 2014
I wrote my thoughts on this paper,
They're no good, just dreams, memories and hopes of brighter days.
This pen I hold helps me remember my goals and dreams, my life's belief.
I try to do good, to live life the best I can,
I try to be strong, and accept all of life's challenge,
The best I can.
All is all,
And all will be,
Roll this note,
Send it to sea.
My bottled hope,
Will float, and float
To be found perhaps,
But remember, I won't.

— The End —