#mans
old man’s shoes
is always the deadening give-away,
not the thinning or disappearing hair,
not the grizzly gray pallor, or the
plain, worn out, crooked warped smile,
nor the eyes so sorrowful powerful,
it’s the shoes, usually an unwanted brown,
cracked, soulless, haven’t seen new heels
since ‘no once can even hazard a guess’
add on the concerto of wholy socks too,
nah, it’s mostly shoes that carried him away,
mostly backwards, yeah, once-step forward,
and a thousand and years a way, away,
from that moment when the future passed him on its way,
to away where there was nothing left to dream of, just,
but an away, and the shine of life left his no path, ‘cept a way, away
1d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 2:37 PM UTC
We sit, we walk, we play, we love,
Me and my dog.
We ride, we ponder, we lay, we love,
Me and my dog.
We laugh, we cry, we embrace, we love,
Me and my dog.
We eat, we run, we sleep, we love,
Me and my dog.
We discover, we uncover, we realize, we love, Me and my dog.
Jan 8
Jan 8, 2026 at 11:11 PM UTC
Man's best friend,
With it's four legs and wagging tail,
So loyal and faithful is the dog,
A dog will wait even at the grave for its master,
The Greek's were ahead of the times,
They buried their beloved pets like a family member,
So never will man find a better friend in the animal kingdom,
So never will man find a better friend in the animal kingdom,
So never will man find a better friend in the animal kingdom.
Jul 14, 2020
Jul 14, 2020 at 3:15 PM UTC
Questions rumble as I entered a room
In a dream all eyes poured upon me
I start my proud trade in song
However, the audience is deaf and blind.
Awakening
Same old feeling
"How do I escape to Fantasy Island?"
Clearing the grains of sand
that "Father Time" impregnated into his eyes
For untold reasons
The dreams are like aired reruns
from a transmission in in sleep
waking kills its beautiful treat
hang out all day
cooking in the sun
movies are fun to watch
acting is an escape
when you are not a "Superman"
Lost to Krypton weighing on his cape
Dec 25, 2019
Dec 25, 2019 at 4:05 PM UTC
"Son can you play me a memory
I'm not really sure how it goes
But it's sad and it's sweet
And I knew it complete
When I wore a younger man's clothes"
Billy Joel lyrics from
"Piano Man"*
~~~~~~~~~~~~
when I was very young
I wore Levi jeans and white
Hanes cotton T shirts
my mother bot me,
my feet, Ked clad, red
from the kid's "department" store
on Central Avenue,
the Main Street of my small town
when I was a young lad,
I wore workingman's cargo jeans and
white Hanes cotton T shirts
under red plaid
wooly shirts, itchy affairs,
that I bot for myself
in a real Army Navy store,
desert colored suede boots,
laced up high,
upon my feet
when I was of middling years,
my jeans were khaki pants,
Gap supplied,
and my Gap T shirts,
faded like me,
a non-descript color,
made in a gap of pale pastel colors
from Bangladesh or Vietnam,
pale pastel, like me
so as I slide~decline into
my nursing home years,
I wear unbranded jeans and
white cotton no name T shirts
with matching white disposable slippers,
that the Purchasing Department
bot for me, cause they know,
I like,
a younger man's clothes and
the memories that play all day
lost in day dreaming of a life
well dressed
2:01am
Aug 9, 2014
Aug 9, 2014 at 4:31 PM UTC
Waiting for you two
To pass as me by a one
Only then we'll find
Jul 12, 2019
Jul 12, 2019 at 1:17 PM UTC
No surname for identification, no address for communication, no relations to own and no rights in my possession,
Discovered in the trash bin as long term survivor of affliction asphyxiation and malnutrition,
Given shelter yet brought up in isolation, called by names that describes my origin,
Denied basic human rights for I possess no rights to be born.,
I am by definition; An illegitimate result of legitimate love induced illicit physical union of a ****** woman with her unlawful man.,
While the sinful man and the woman are at relief that their sin is trashed away in the bin; My shoulders carry its burden and forever my peace and happiness are forbidden.,
Should I be Grateful to my fellow man who saved me from death to curse my birth all my life, Or to the God who created me as an illegitimate sign of a man's sin .,
Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 5:31 AM UTC
I once was lost
Through superman’s cape….I flew
Crashed Down….Overwhelming weight
A heavy Cost…Placing too much
on emotion’s plate.
Saving The world….Never Myself.
Guilt then flooded my once clear mind…
I left my once colorful heart
Upon a dusty and barren shelf.
The views in the mirror was opposites of myself.
I threw down the cape..I am human once again.
Wanting release from this jail
lost and locked away …
This place was where the real me had been.
Peace in my mind…A real me emerged.
Flying to meet the fate…hope’s light.
Electric Lighted freedom….Strong Wisdom
My true destiny ..I’m flying to
A future in the world…it is now bright.
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 5:29 PM UTC
*Lift not a man’s chin
By the force of your hand
When his head is down
Instead, consider this
If you are worthy of his sight
And an admiration to his eyes
He will look up at you
In due time
For it is not your place to try
And keep him from such things within
As feeling are
But encourage him instead to be
By standing out most patiently
So that you may appeal to him
And to his eyes
To seek the hopefulness within
And the truth as well, in which you share
And stand beside
No, if you seek to raise a man’s chin
You must stand with him and seek his eyes*
Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 1:01 AM UTC
A humble man people say I am
And indeed in life I may be
But in my dreams greatness radiates from me
When I’m feeling good I unite countries
clothe the poor, feed the hungry
fame is my destiny
When I’m feeling down I’m a beastly terror
I chase after cops and do unspeakable horrors
And I always win wars
But that’s just my dreams
Humble old Paul
That’s what I’m known for
Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 8:22 AM UTC
**Patch over holes in my weakened heart
That angels hold together
And devils pull apart
I'm the beast in you
The beast in me
The bitterness, the jealousy**
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 8:21 PM UTC
Here, I dwell in no man's land,
On the flip side, there's men unwomanned,
They can be a miserable band,
Desperately seeking a hand,
I read their profiles, for online dating,
Is this pulp fiction they are creating?
"Honest, sensuous, sincere men here,
Tactile and reliable," Great, my dears,
All searching for affection,
BUT, I want your ex's true opinion!
Can I have her phone number, please?
What do you mean she's overseas,
Like forever and permanently?
Oh, really, really, really,
What does your ex say about you, please?
Why complain about her to me?
Honestly, why are you unwomanned?
While, here I dwell in no man's land........
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 2:40 PM UTC
Here, I dwell in no man's land,
Avoiding an oligarch's strand,
Are chicks alone the happier band?
Alone but never lonely, man,
Quality friends are in my band,
Always been a helping hand,
Serenity and peace not so bland.
Alone, but never lonely, man,
Here, I dwell in no man's land.
Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 12:56 AM UTC
Quick-draw five card stud
Dealt a bullet on fifth street --
Full house cashes out.
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 5:08 AM UTC
It was a good day,
I was woken up by a pat on my head,
a hug around my body, and a kiss on the head
My brother brought water over for me.
It was a good day.
It was a good day,
I spent the whole morning with my other brother, my mom even came home early to help me up. I couldn't get up but it's ok, my brother can't either.
It was a good day.
It was a good day,
my brother came home like he always does, lately he's gotten home and laid with me. It's nice to have someone petting my sore muscles. My other brother tries but I usually stay a little bit away just to mess with him.
It was a good day.
It was a good day,
they brought me outside but I couldn't stand up, it's ok though because I was with my family. When they brought me back inside my brother laid with me again, he seemed sad and he was crying I couldn't understand why.
It was a good day.
It was a good day,
my dad came home and laid with me for a little. Then they put me in the car. as I felt the wind blowing on my old face and my brother petting me, it made me get the biggest smile.
It was a good day.
It was a good day,
they brought me inside and I had new friends around me. Everyone was laying and petting me, I was so awake and happy.
It was a good day
It was a good day,
They stuck a needle in my leg but it's ok my whole family was with me so I was happy. They were all crying and seemed sad so I tried to make them happy like me by smiling. I'm starting to get tired now but my dad, mom, and brothers are all with me.
It was a good day.
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 8:38 AM UTC
This is it.
The time has come.
My final hour.
I miss my mum.
I'm at the front.
I heard some shots.
I'm feeling scared.
I miss mum lots.
If I make it I'll make mum proud.
The shells are close now.
The shells are loud.
I'm ready to go
To Jump over the top.
I cannot hear.
My ears went pop.
I look to the left they tell me go.
I should have been honest and let them know.
I'm just a kid the youngest around.
I don't want to go but I'm duty bound.
For king and country I'll go over the top.
In no mans land I will not drop.
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 4:52 PM UTC
I saw her standing there, cold and alone, staring at the place her heart used to live, now just rotting, stinking; being eaten at endlessly until it is gone, ceases to be, endless emptiness filling its place. Her eyes still filled, overflowing as they did for a year now, but maybe her eyes had no conception of time, or maybe they wept for that heart she lost, so dear to her once, so dear to her always. If only those eyes filled with sorrow knew what she was really weeping for. Weeping for death; weeping for pain. Kept in the dark by that blindfold, if only her hands could remove it and see the light from that torch she held so dearly to, but her mind is distraught by those eyes. Those eyes that weep endlessly for what she cannot see. The earth's pleas muted by those eyes. I saw her standing there and I lied. I let slip the evil I so detested in where her heart lay right through my teeth. Why? She held that heart of darkness so near, so dear.
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 1:35 PM UTC
I met an unknown soldier
Soldier of thought
Who made it through the battle
But his war he still fought
If he taught me one thing
I can recall without much thought
For man is only worth
Word he's got
Because true seekers know
Desire don't mean a lot
Unless used to manifest
What once was thought
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 3:57 PM UTC
Empty bottles of coke
faithfully littering the floor around my
desk, bed, anything they can lay their hands on.
A naive combination of sleeping pills and energy drinks
On my nightstand,
patiently waiting in anticipation,
for their next chance at tempting me into submission,
the poor man's deviled eggs with a side of Hennessy.
Ah, how great it would be,
if the lonely bottles of water by my television
could possibly purge me
Or, maybe, offer a Depression-era baptismal service
So I can find my peace of mind,
as another bottle hits the floor.
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 1:43 AM UTC