He's whispering in her ear
The kind of things she wants to hear,
Of how he'll never leave her side.

But one day he falls to the floor
Those promises won't keep no more,
And those whispers, they turn, to lies.

So he sits there watching from above
As the earth takes back his broken heart,
And his love, she slowly slips away.

He follows her across the green,
And down into the blackened streets,
But nothing looks like it did before.

Though suddenly she doubles back
And jumps into a strangers arms,
There are tears but they're no tears for him.

The stranger holds her oh so close
Immediately the curtain falls,
And from behind he now can see her lies.

He can't believe she stopped his heart
Once through life, once through love
Finally he knows that she's to blame.

But still he follows where she goes
Knowing that her twisted words,
Never meant to her what they did to him.

But his discovery, its come to late
Now he's trapped by his hollow fate,
To follow the girl he thought he knew.

So he sits there gazing from above
Forced to watch his esoteric love,
But knowing love, and being loved are not the same.

Man, that was bitter.
I've never felt a wind any thicker.
Every other time there was a small stone to break my step.
And a grimy engine to break the silence.
I was looking for quality time to explore.
Appreciation is what i adore.
I had just recovered from a hang over so all i really wanted to do was lay under.
The sun rays were beautiful but they seeped through my eyelashes. I made it all okay by raising my hand to the sky and getting in it's way.
Oh yeah, my orange juice didn't taste so good either.
Florida can only imagine California.
The only thing i had to help me was adventure.
Uncertainty of what i was doing.
I tried to keep my mind, but i couldn't picture anything at all.
There was a drawing on the floor, but the image was meaningless.
..Man, that was bitter.
Absolutely no taste. And i tried to talk, i tried to sing, yell, even whisper but the taste was all wrong.
When the gardens came i picked up a Tulip. The soil must have been bad 'cause the color was all gone.
The ants & the crickets weren't even doing any work. Their day must have been too long.
In the distance i saw the path i was on disappear. So i kept on walking.
In an even further distance, when i came to it, there were "No Enter" signs.
There wasn't any figuring my way around that one.
When i could have sworn only a few hours had gone by time was a trick as the big sun tucked away in the horizon.
Now it was night time but it wasn't as bad as i thought it was going to be considering the day time, although the moon was looking pretty concentrated..
I made the best of what it was.
On my return, i couldn't help but notice i came with the night.
My thoughts were not full and they came from unknown directions.

And oh man, was that bitter.

When the sun peaked down behind the frown of the clouds,

He smiled.

He had no choice!

What else was he going to do?

Wallow in the worlds new-found darkness?

When the bullets didn’t stop, and the guns didn’t drop,

And the murders and robberies still occurred worldwide and on top of it all,

He smiled.

He had no choice!

What else was he going to do?

Wallow in the worlds greed, idiocy, and blatant barbarism?

When his phone rang at the dinner table, and he discovered that his wife was emotionally unstable, and he got electrocuted whilst plugging in the cable,

And he discovered the real-life truth to the story of Cain and Abel,

He smiled.

He had no choice.

What else was he going to do?

Wallow in the fact that the past can’t be changed, or a previous series of events cannot be re-arranged, or that he would rather die than have his wife exchanged?

No.

When the world had its hands around his throat, or he misplaced his coat or remote, or fell victim to an arrogant mans gloat,

He smiled.

What else was he going to do?

He didn’t feel like falling into the same misery trap that you do,

Because he knew that trap wasn’t truth, and that misery is aloof, unlike happiness,

So… He smiled.

We, the same from and of flesh and pumping blood,
our skin sweating in touch, together, the scent
was always the same,
you and I, one younger, one older,
the way it was meant to be,
in fights and tears and pup-tent shared lamp-lit fears,
we rolled our heads beneath the stars above
upon the grassy knolls, our pillows kept,
not ever knowing that one of us would be
covered beneath the soily breath,
the one of one of us, still left,
watering the fields of your footsteps,
now dressed up as dreamy memories,
the tossing heart of guilt and pleads,
for just one more day, ******! -one more
day...
I had still some things,
I wanted to say.
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My schoolmate Tim and I both lost out brother Mikeys.
This poem is for them.

"I'm tainted", my inner soul screams, but this I cannot tell you.This is my chance my second chance to better it all."Hold me" my soul says, and you smile your smile and give in to it. I close my eyes and I can feel my soul flutter like in a soft breeze caressing your face, it is your love caressing my soul.Love is a blinding overwhelming thing, full of desire and excitement, happiness and beginnings.Love is love."Ilove you", my soul yearns to tell you, but I hold back for fear ofrejection. You speak those three little words and my soul lights up andcan be seen through my eyes like two beacons of everlasting brightness.Now my soul is bare for me to see, and I see the parts that are still broken and bruised, still not healed by time.I do not tell you these things for fear of losing you. These things scare me, I believed love heals all.There are some things I am starting to believe cannot heal. Hurts done over and over again, no time for healing, no time to understand why. The hurts grow over each other like weeds, never the ability to pull them out and get rid of them for too long. The weeds choke the beautiful flowers before their time has come to shine.So does the hurt choke my chance at real love and real peace.

You take your time in crafting these things,
these men you have fashioned from your suffering.
You mold them and set them up on a pedestal.
As time goes on, the pedestal turns into a throne,
and the throne turns into a tower, reigning from the sky.
The tower continues to grow and grow until it
becomes a mountain, and from the view of this mountain,
the world down below is abysmal and desolate.
The men you had placed up there can barely see the world now.
It was from this great height that all of humanity was lost.
And just as quickly as you centered your being around their existence,
those men had forgotten yours.

The night is darkening round me,
The wild winds coldly blow;
But a tyrant spell has bound me
And I cannot, cannot go.

The giant trees are bending
Their bare boughs weighed with snow,
And the storm is fast descending
And yet I cannot go.

Clouds beyond clouds above me,
Wastes beyond wastes below;
But nothing drear can move me;
I will not, cannot go.

Sometimes I wish I wasn't me
When the washing machine leaks buckets
and you stand transfixed and never tell me
or I want a badly earned cup of tea
but you decided it would be fun to pour the milk away

Sometimes I wish I was someone else
When you smash one of my favorite things
because you like the sound
or you use the toilet on display
to relieve  yourself

And boy just sometimes
do I wish I wasn't me?
When all your questions leave me addled
and all your screaming leaves me deaf
with fear of another thundering sameness day

Who would I be?
The posh Mary with the new fence that never rusts?
The perfect house and shiny windows
No  not for me too boring

The women that rent the new complex
I dont even know there names
Than dress up in all the latest gear
Go to the woman with the green door
for beautification
have meals out and wine at home
No, not me at all.

Right now I'm glad I'm me again
As you wrap your arms around me
Towering over me,
and give me a goodnight kiss

None of those other women
are as sure as me that
the kisses they get are as loving
or genuine as the ones you give me

None of those other glamorous women
with their uncomplicated lives
and false nails
are as sure of a lifetime of love
as I am
I just forgot my gratitude

If I wasn't your Mom,
I dont know who Id be.......
Yes I know now
I know who Id be!
Id be bewildered!