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Steven Forrester Jan 2011
I know a place
A place of beauty
A place of serenity
A place which offers clarity
Salmon flock here
Bears feed here
Sasquatch wanders here
...Maybe
Among the redwoods
Ample and pure
Holding centuries
Of memories
Rising high
Up into the sky
I lie in wonder
The beauty taking me asunder
And under
In a feeling of awe
Mary Jane thrives here
Mushrooms thrive here
Men live here
But one thing rises above the rest
Of course...
You know...
You"ll see...
The beauty is breathtaking
All this I've come to know
In Humboldt County
Where the tall trees grow
(c) Steven Forrester
Steven Forrester Jan 2011
What is talent?
Is it power
Is it pride
Should it show
Or should it hide
I know what you think
You ask why
I hear it all the time
You've got talent man
But do I
Can you measure talent
Through structure and rhyme
As much as i hear "you rock"
I hear "you ****"
Because they weren't happy with my words
Because it wasn't what they thought they should have heard
Because their friendliness must be paid for
not earned
I know that I'm good
I know that I should
Let my talent shine
But keep in mind
I'm not divine
I'm just a regular guy
Who loves to write
Works of rhythm and rhyme
I do not think I'm the best
I'm just like the rest
The rest of you who read my work
Who have felt the same pain and hurt
Your life reflected in my art
And also my heart
And so this is for you
All the ones who've
Seen the colder side
Had a reason they had to hide
For everyone who has ever cried
I write for one thing
Its the least I could do
for all of those who
have seen their lives through
the words I write, and then feel new
All of my readers
All of my friends
I write this for you
For, it is you, with the talent
(c) Steven Forrester
Steven Forrester Jan 2011
Do you hear that?
Screaming silently
Into the night
My might
Is heated regrettably
My mood
Is chaos ensued
My life
Is passion renewed
Her face
Is matched by few
The visions
Explode into my view
All these things happen
When a spark
Burns anew
(c) Steven Forrester
Steven Forrester Jan 2011
It sees without really seeing
It hears us without being
It kills
It steals
It doesn't feel
It has only it's will
To fight
This night
Not caring what's wrong or what's right
Locked in
So tight
At the very brim of fright
It expands with a shallow sigh
It takes control of everything
This, sunken eye
(c) Steven Forrester
Steven Forrester Jan 2011
Clarity
In unity
Your scrutiny
Can never pay you well
Arrogance
Upon your stance
This final dance
From death
Twirling and whirling
And feeling so free
Hopeless and thoughtless
And caught in between
As the world keeps turning
And churning
With every lunar pull
Above
And beyond
In space that's so cool
Screaming
And careening
Off course
Of course
You know that to each single life form
Caught in this storm
Is caught in the throws of terror
Fairness in vitality
Death in severity
Life in virility
Pulling and tugging
Lifting and lugging
Laughing and crying
Living and dying
In the eyes I see the knowledge
I see the intelligence
The ability
The stability
Unable to attain
To ascertain
And regain
Life
Such is the struggle...
...
Of gods and men
(c) Steven Forrester
Steven Forrester Jan 2011
I feel like screaming
I feel like dreaming
Serene
Obscene
Thoughts
Forgotten decency
Tired of living in secrecy
Feeling a thundering pain inside
The past has caused these scars
Like an irrational fear of cars
Images floating around in my mind
Forgotten memories lost in time
My life is gone in a flash
A check my body cannot cash
The tears they well up deep inside
But other than that I'm fine
(c) Steven Forrester
Steven Forrester Jan 2011
How do I feel?
I feeling like killing
I feel like dying
Watching blood spilling
And sitting back and crying
Life is lost inside
A feeling of emptiness undefined
Charisma and friendliness
Nothing in tenderness
Wretched is the soul of loss
**** and beer
Make my insight clear
And it fills my heart with temporary cheer
I take a **** and chill
I drink and drink and still
No fill
But its all good
I understood
The difference in time
And on my mind
Is suffering as fleeting as the wind blows
And I know justice rules all
When blind eyes see
The darkest darkness breeds
Deep down a mind defines
Its life
With meek lines
Flowing outward into a black hole
That is a world of genesis
No longer in crisis
As I sit here and write this
I wonder if anyone will even like this
But I don't care
My veins are ice
My soul is frozen in time
But other than that I'm fine :).
(c) Steven Forrester
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