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Joseph Childress Oct 2010
It’s hard to find the right words.
Only with time can that part of mind muster
And uncover
The correct terms clustered
And afraid to be spoken,
So they’re just uttered,
Silently
My mind reacts violently from frustration.
The feelings, so true, so blatant,
Will never be spoken.
Instead forever mistaken
For not a feeling at all.
From your mind forever vacant,
While my soul continues aching.
Afraid of being denied, afraid of being neglected,
Afraid of being a lie, afraid of being rejected.
Or is it that I realize the true fears of the words.
Afraid to be recognized, afraid to be respected,
Afraid to be analyzed, afraid to be accepted.
They just cower and remained hidden
In the pit of my soul, feeling so forbidden.
Not to be shown, spoken or even
Written.
Deep down inside I know
You’ll never know how I feel
And I accept my defeat because
I just don’t have the will,
And never will.
Joseph Childress Nov 2014
The talk of the town
Is old school revolvers and revolution
Dusty trails and old wives tales
Dusk colored scene
Discolored clouds hover
The thunder brewing in parlors
After hour spirits
Pitched with the passion
Of melting steel
Strikes from the
Blistering heat
Forms the union of labor
Friction at it's finest
The time is a quarter til already
Joseph Childress Feb 2011
Socially suicidal
I say the wrong things
At the wrong times
To the wrong people
In all the wrong places
Face it
My face is the last thing
You want to see
On a day is as beautiful as this
Miss me with the *******!
I know you miss me
And the *******!
The scent is foul
But its fouler
TO have no senses at all
Since
Youve been gone
Ive been alone
WIth nothing
But a room full of family, friends,
Kinfolk, next of kin
Bad *******, X's,
Potential girlfriends
All in the whirlwind
Of indecision
....since you've been missing
Empty crowds
Full of people
I love
Sure enough
But what's love
Without you!?
Nothing much
I'm Nothingmore
Too much
Is not enough
Not a thing
Unless
Everything
Was the one thing
I gave you
Nonetheless
The lesson
Is none of this
Had to happen
It just happens
To be called
Fate
Rather fatal
****
Cupid'*****
Was supposed to nick
Not split
Me in half
I lost one side of me
ANd you
Replaced it
To make we whole again
And now
I have this hole again
You used to hold me
Now you *** me
As if I didn't
USed to be a ****
But "used to"
Doesnt do much
For this present
Feeling of being used
Too much
****
You used me up
Now Im left amongst
The bitter *******
That would bite a *******
For they let
The taste
Of Love
Eat them alive again
Im amongst the dead
No hopes to be revived
DOn't want to be alive
The pain
Isn't worth
The ability to feel
I gained less
Than what Ive attained
Since
They day I met you
I've haven't been
Myself ever since!

****,
I guess
The foul smell
Isnt worth
The Sense...
Joseph Childress Feb 2011
Socially suicidal
I say the wrong things
At the wrong times
To the wrong people
In all the wrong places
Face it
My face is the last thing
You want to see
On a day is as beautiful as this
Miss me with the *******!
I know you miss me
And the *******!
The scent is foul
But its fouler
To have no senses at all
Since
Youve been gone
Ive been alone
WIth nothing
But a room full of family, friends,
Kinfolk, next of kin
Bad *******, X's,
Potential girlfriends
All in the whirlwind
Of indecision
....since you've been missing
Empty crowds
Full of people
I love
Sure enough
But what's love
Without you!?
Nothing much
I'm Nothingmore
Too much
Is not enough
Not a thing
Unless
Everything
Was the one thing
I gave you
Nonetheless
The lesson
Is none of this
Had to happen
It just happens
To be called
Fate
Rather fatal
****
Cupid'*****
Was supposed to nick
Not split
Me in half
I lost one side of me
ANd you
Replaced it
To make we whole again
And now
I have this hole again
You used to hold me
Now you *** me
As if I didn't
USed to be a ****
But "used to"
Doesnt do much
For this present
Feeling of being used
Too much
****
You used me up
Now Im left amongst
The bitter *******
That would bite a *******
For they let
The taste
Of Love
Eat them alive again
Im amongst the dead
No hopes to be revived
DOn't want to be alive
The pain
Isn't worth
The ability to feel
I gained less
Than what Ive attained
Since
They day I met you
I've haven't been
Myself ever since!

****,
I guess
The foul smell
Isnt worth
The Sense...
Joseph Childress Oct 2010
The war rages on, fire in the sky,
Pride in the soldiers eyes as they take each other’s lives,
Wives deprived of that last conversation,
Miles away from where the battle is taking place in.
Lives altered on the altar
As they spray the church buildings,
Arrays of bullets breaking down the walls
And the church ceiling.
Silence as the only thing bright they’ve seen all night
Is when a ray of light comes through a hole
In the stained window pane,
Shone in the face of a solider now fallen.
Nothing can change his widow’s pain.
Not a minute wasted to recover the soldier’s remains,
Only time to take cover;
Make haste before your body is claimed.
The fight goes on, no one goes home,
Non early departure from battle grounds
Only dearly departed.
Fire rounds, loud sounds
Can’t remember why the war started,
Nor do you give a ****, too many bodies discarded.
The soldier then finds a space
In the corner of some abandoned place,
Cries tears as he feels disgraced,
Don’t want the “Medal of Honor” they’ll shove in his face.
They don’t know the deep dark secrets
And what took place.
Only the soldier and his enemy can understand
This rage, this hate!!!
This hate to be loved,
The truth he has to face.

He wasn’t faithful to his country,
No,
He was not faithful to his wife.
He’s dead to her,
She’ll never take him back.
She should have left him
The day she found him cheating the wedding night,
She thought he would change,
Thought everything would be alright.
Ignorance over common sense,
The way of ones in love.
These are the wars and battles we go through
When one’s in love.
Joseph Childress Oct 2010
Watch the hands on the clock,
Or the hands on the wrist watch,
As it tick tocks,
And see if it stops…
Probably not,
Probably never,
So would it be probable to assume time is forever?
How clever,
What if the hands on the clock have been severed?
Or the clock drops and it breaks instead.

Or the hands on the wrist watch stop
Because the batteries are dead.
Did you beat time?
No, the batteries can be replaced,
And hands put back in place.
And set back to the point in time,
When the hands pointed at time.
Time has beaten you,
Because when you die,
You can’t be revived,
And even time can’t return to when you were alive.
You believe that the world revolves around your life,
The hands of time revolve around mine.
Because they speak of your time of death,
But never speak of the death of time.
Joseph Childress May 2014
We
Against the world
Whose truly
The underdog
When the power
Collected
Once connected
Is strong as
Einstein's intellect is
Atomic Explosions
Can knock
Earth of its axis
Tragic
As Allies v.s. Axis
World War Two
As the world wars

Two of us, Just the
Justice, Just us
Just is the only reason
For breathing this season
This isn’t even
Surprising
The way we rise higher
Than the sun in summer
Some are confused
The way we fuse together
Regardless of the weather

Whether autumn falls
In August
Our arduous tasks
Seem to leave
Like leaves
Once we’ve changed hues
Exchange whose
Fallen
As we climb
Scale mountains
And reach a level
It’s peak
Wished it could reach
The climate change
Doesn’t phase
What it doesn’t know
The snow below
Forms as the wind turns
Winter
Looks at us green
With envy
As we exchange hues
Plush meadows
Lay vast across the plain
Simply put
It looks similar
To the vane
Looks as we stare
At each other
To share vanity
And make it fair

The stars
Watch from above
At this pair
That showed the earth
How to love
Regardless of despair
Joseph Childress May 2014
I’m trapped under earth
The sheet of crust
Is too thick
To pick through
Too tough
For hands
Even as rough as mine
I climb
But reach
The impassible
Layer
And pass out
Like faint
Memories
Of times
Overhead
Now I’m under
Stand in
The depths
Of below
Unbeknownst to those
Higher
No one to excavate my soul
They don’t know
What lies beneath their feet
They tread on me
I’m responsible
For this
Reverse archeology
I put my future
Underneath
Only
To fight
With a lack of energy
Lost
From digging
To deep

If it’s true
That you’ll sow
What you reap
I hope
These seeds of me
Will grow
Into something deeper
Than
What lies beneath…
Joseph Childress Oct 2010
A Hug,
How underrated
Available in the avail of a kiss,
Or the escape of one.

At birth
My mother showed me loves worth
Calmed the loudest cries
Hushing me
Just by holding me
Keeping me warm
Through the coldest times

As I grew older
This demonstration became more familiar
With family
So many I managed to manifest
My mannerisms allowed
Long embraces
That mattered so much!
All from a simple touch

The first time…
The first time,
With the one I loved
******* lacked satisfaction
If after the contraction
We weren’t in each others arms…
Relaxin…

Chest to chest
You hold her
Can two hearts get any closer?

If my only love
Was to take her love away
In the most selfish absurd way
Spurned my love
She still wouldn’t be too stubborn to hug
Once the years have spun away

The best reconciliation

A Hug,
A gesture so benign
Even if I were to express
With my best friend, a canine
Or my only companion, a feline
People still wouldn’t see I
As constructed of *******
Alerting not a soul
Hearts become sole
Even when shared with animals.

Making Love,
Is not limited to ***,
Or a kiss,
Instead,
The same bliss
Can be met
With a Hug.

What’s Love, But a Hug?
Joseph Childress Oct 2010
Beat me ‘til I’m beaten,
Tread across my heart,
Need not to worry it was already torn apart.
Bled for days, I’m still alive,
Though not in a way most know,
More like a breathing death that continues to grow.
Do what you will; the pain hurts no more.
It’s a part of my life now; feel free to pick the sores.
I wish things were better,
But no time to hope for false goals,
Never one to fantasize the impossible possibility
Of healing my soul…
Joseph Childress Oct 2011
Windmills

Life’s short
From the gate
Better use time well
Spend sparingly
And wait
For your chance to dwell
Forever comes
Sooner than later
More often than never

When millions of men deny
Windmills spin
And time testifies
As an eye-witness

It spent
Like seconds
Collected as you went
Saw dust dance in the air
Took for granted
Then used as evidence
Of what happens
When we go
Joseph Childress Sep 2010
Her silhouette
Was etched too perfect
Shun
Anyone
Who denies her greatness
As gracious
And gentle as a
First crush
Her long legs
Slowly slid
In thigh high stockings
Toes touched air
Her hair gently sways
As she lays
Back arched

Art

In the way
She poses
As a model or prototype
Of what models
Try to possess
Photogenically perfect
Picture beauty
As an actual being
She can't be human
I feel
As if
I discovered something new
Fresh
Impressed
Just to witness
You are the shooting star
No one
Will believe I saw
You make a gold mine
Seem worthless
You're priceless
But I'll treasure you
Describe you in words?
Ha!
Webster couldn't do
That
Impossible seems possible
You explained love
Without showing your face
Even diamonds
Can't shine
With its multiple faces
To make it
Luster like you
I'll just watch...
I mean
****
I'm only a man
Amongst millions
Who would ****
To spend time with you
They would rather spend the night
I'd rather spend
My life
X
Joseph Childress Oct 2010
X
Say X 4 times
Then have *** ***,
And
** chromosomes, will come out
X amount of times,
and don’t XY
X marks the spot
So it’s X’s on the Eyes,
This is Dead mans treasure
What’s the meaning of his countenance?
Joe crossing the line,
Yea, you can count on it.
X'd
Joseph Childress Sep 2010
X'd
Stop provoking me
Your absence is choking me
So if I take your breath
You'll know
What evoked me

I'll surpirise you
Showing up unexpectedly
But hows it unexpected
When you left without farewell's
You should of guessed
I'd come down
To raise hell

I had to face adversity
Dumped on
Our anniversary

You say
You want to be
Just friends
But wouldn't a just friend
Lend a hand
When thier best
Was left to die
Why would I
Befriend
Such pain
I know I can't live without you
But if I stay
I'll die
Joseph Childress Oct 2010
you **** me
Your grin aids
Shards from a heart shaped grenade
Hit me hard
On a green day
I envied you
I invited you to life
Without an end
And you turned down
I turned
Down
You spurned
Would've thought I scorned
The way you burned
Me
Hell hath no fury
Compared to thee
Impaired vision
But I dont need a pair to see
Your vanitys' fair
The fairest of them all

Your beauty was a beast
So strong
It could break through
Any ribe cage
And take a heart
I tried to show the world
You were wild
But can handle something fragile
But you just torn apart
****!
It hurts to be wrong!

You're an animal
Malicious as the quickness
Every time you pray
I ran away
As fast as legs could sway

You're the cheetah
But I got caught
Because
I'm the victim

You hawked me down
Your clause was
Awful
You thought it was awe-some
Too much awe from
Awkward moments
Like
Your pause
When I said "I love you"
...

You responded later
But to someone else
I have no response
But someone helps

Who would know the Beau had bow
And shot to ****
With a heart shaped arrow

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