I hate lots of the things you do
I'd hate the absence of them more
Over my room your items are scattered
Strewn with pieces of you I adore
Cannot imagine not seeing your ***** clothes
Tangle knots with mine
I've had to endure it before
Do not think I could a second time
There are endearing similarities
The many small messes you make
Being your partner is kinda like being with my twin
At moments grows hard to take
We need no one else but each other
Phrase we tell ourselves on repeat
Our expressions beg to differ
Barely force eyes to meet
It is like we speak different languages
We try to communicate
Make me feel special after arguing
Always ten minutes too late
Thrill of happiness I get
Being together and touching your skin
Want you to know my love is just as strong
As silken spiderwebs of lies you spin
You show how you really feel
When blowing me off with a wave
You'll regret what you're tossing aside
The day I'm beneath the ground in my grave
Maybe when I am gone for good you'll be sorry
Wooooooooooo went the night wind
Blowing in a change of seasons
Blowing and exciting the surrounding area
Uprooting items that stood in its path with the ease of nightmares
Who knew of it's coming
Who knew it would arrive with such force and purpose
Who knew we had a date with Mother Nature...?
Brian Hill - 2019 # 258
The wind that woke us up...
Took apart a tree and patio furniture..
These little things with their little things
( aptly, like pigs in blankets )
sit in their little worlds with little minds
With little senses and little knowledge
they look at all things with little perceptions
and little understanding
cocooned in their little lives with little desired
and little expected
A lot of time for self loathing, a lot of time frustrated
A lot of time depressed, a lot of time unfulfilled,
a lot of time for mischief, a lot of time for hating
a lot of time deluded. a lot of time wasted nursing delusions
a lot of time fantasizing writing deluded *******,
a lot of time projecting their ignorance and in pain
a lot of time for anger, a lot of time for mediocrity
a lot of time for distraction, a lot of time to be nothing
but totally and completely foolish and repulsive
Spare a thought for ignorance is bliss
and misery needs company
how can the unloved want others to love
why would a little one wish to know a magnum is in action
why would the frustrated ******* want others to scream in
why would little damaged things want happiness for others
why would restless frenzied things want peace and goodwill
when they are just little things with Ninety nine problems
and ******* helps hide their twitching
These little things, with their little minds
and their little lives
poor pathetic little things .........
“With ignorance comes fear – from fear comes bigotry
“People who love themselves, don’t hurt other people. The more we hate ourselves, the more we want others to suffer.”
“You have enemies? Good. That means you’ve stood up for something sometime in your life.”
Do you hear voice?
Do you notice
When she comes
Do you see what she does?
When she talks,
Do you notice her influences?
Do you hear her orders?
The world obeys hers
Do you look at her eyes
And notice the move of her waves
Are you good in sail
If you are ,you must sail
In her eyes and you will gain
A sorrow, regret and high pain
Do you examine your feel
When she goes away without say
One or two words or speech all day
Do you see her smile ?
The east and west look shine
The moon is in the right
The sun gives more light
The birds are singing
The smooth winds are blowing
Spreading best smelling
The water decrease its running
The rain gets lowering
The happy is shinning
The sadness is vanishing
All meet with smile
As she comes with smile
the love of god is the gift ,needing help of the creatures.
Blowing on dandelions
Making my only wish
That things will somehow
Work out between us.
I slept for so long
Dylan lent me his dreams
Now, I wait for the wind.
I am the flower that everyone
No, I am the flower that you stepped on.
I am like the flower blowing in the early hour, Quicken
To be blown away by the pearly showers.
I am the one who sits alone.
Hoping for someone to join.
I am a flower with broken petals
Unsettled and fragile like a broken vessel
Or like a flower
Nestled beneath a trestle.
I love this poem.
Don't think that this is wrong
Don't think, embrace the feeling
Don't try to see the cons, the pros
Just stop and let it happen
Don't try to figure out
But try to feel and not to doubt
The moment's truth is inside of you
And only you can let it happen
Don't worry too much
Just feel the real touch
The beauty, the moment's obsession
And simply let it happen
The feeling's always worth it
Don't try to run away from it
That'll be so dishonest
Just let it happen and smile
Open up, right now
Embrace the feeling
The power, the notion
And finally let happen the emotion
No one will judge you, only your feeling counts, stop being afraid of yourself
Stop hiding in someone else's shape but yours
and better let it happen.
Waves crash against the sand
The air blows with the blues
and my mind, sits steady
My ears informed me that there was a Long Hard Road Out Of Hell,
But also that there was The Stairway To Heaven.*
Heaven sent yet hell bent,
Curved and bent.
You don't know where I am,
Because it all depends.
If the bird is the word
Then I'm flying above Earth,
As as far as my capability allows, I mentally surf.
Our lives are moving like jet streams,
And numerous times I've hit low points,
Aspiring to exceed my limitations.
The air I breathe is heavy.
Smoke floats from verdant leaves,
Currents lead us, but we are often misled.
(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith
(Originally written 11/19/10