Mike Patten

Mike Patten Jul 2016

Not once have I thought,
myself to be better,
not witty,
nor charming,
not funny,
nor clever,
I walk with a pace,
to be passed on by,
you look, and you notice,
I am hidden, inside.

Mike Patten Jul 2016

Do you hear that?

There is a feeling I strive for,
A feeling untouched by word,
A feeling of such and sound,
A feeling in which is heard.

I look, with open eyes,
But nothing, is too see,
I watch, like nothing else,
Aside, like wind and sea.

More than feel, I tend to think
My thoughts, they tend to stray,
To think of all the things to feel,
My thoughts are gone, I've none to say.

Hello, Goodbye, I bid you good day,
In search of this feeling, I go,
But before I depart, there is something else,
I will have no departure, before this you know.

I love, and have loved,
Upon you, But my word.
To find the things, I wish to feel,
To never let them go unheard.

Mike Patten Jul 2016

Ways.

The seconds, they pass,
then turn into days,
with nothing to change it,
I stick to my ways.

The ways of a mad man,
with no place to hide,
gone crazy, now selfish,
Alone in my mind.

Alone, although not,
my thoughts still hold you high,
my mind is your palace,
a place that you can fly.

So fear not, the man that is,
a faded mess, that wants you his,
for he shall leave, with passing days,
and hope someday his ways will change.

Mike Patten Jul 2016

A poem from the perspective of a dog.

Roses are grey,
violets are another shade of grey,
let's go chase cars.

Mike Patten Jul 2016

2 yrs late

I normally wouldn't say this,
But I think you gatta' hear,
I know I'm too insane,
****, I really miss you dear.

I normally would't do this,
But I bought a bowl of fish,
I named her Kayla K,
And she tells me I've been selfish.

And I know that I'm too late,
I know that I'm insane,
I know that I'm too tired, too be staying up this late.

I normally would't say this,
But I think you've got to know,
Yes I've gone insane,
But did you really have to go,

And I normally wouldn't do this,
But I've cleaned up my act,
No longer who I used to be,
And I wish you'd take me back.

And I know that I'm too late,
I know that I'm insane,
I know that I'm too tired, too be staying up this late.

Mike Patten Jul 2016

A Cabbage Named Fred.

She was hiding in the garden and met a cabbage named Fred,
She likes to give names to things she thinks are cool,
and call them friends.
Than she took me to her toy box,
"this is where everything goes",
this is the way, so stay and play,
and I know you'll feel at home.
You be Cory, I'll be Topanga,
you be Pete, I'm Mary jane,
"I will be here, you don't have to, always smoke the pain away".
It's just me against myself again,
but she doesn't see my flaws,
"if you bottle your emotions, we'll just drink them through a straw".

Mike Patten Jul 2016

Home In The Woods.

Don't mess with me momma I'm a mighty good man,
I'd take a home in the woods by myself if I can,
I never thought much of the city and lights,
Never lost sleep while holding you tight till now,
until now.

So don't sing for me darling, no don't say a word,
You've got the eyes of a liar, and the heart of a bird,
We can stand all night in the cedar and pine,
Never though I was gonna lose my mind like this,
No not like this.

So reach for me darling through that dark tree line,
And take me home to the woods in the back of my mind,
Well press through the needles, add brush to the flame,
Then burn like the smoke in the back of my brain,
Please,
Just take me home.