on a mission of self-searching
(search for myself)
a home-coming long awaited
what better a place to be found

like myself, so much about here has changed
this is where i'll make my mark,
but right now i haven't a single penny to my name.

times have changed and it appears that Denton has kept up
sadly though, i believe that i have not.

for so so long i have waited for this day
it has called to me, (this seat, this town, this cafe).
but everything is so so different than before,
perhaps i truly shall find my way, (my place, my course).

my past has now discovered a reckoning,
and i can start again fresher than before
a new hope in me has risen
one that was never there before

tonight has turned out to be
a huge turning point in my reality
more focused on the future than the past
a big wake up for me has happened the last
couple of hours midst the hectic chaos
i've truly found something new for my life to weigh on


i know that it must sound odd
for you to imagine
that i've found something more than god
for me to believe in
but life is strange sometimes
and when you're at your very worst
the most unlikely people can pull your face
up out of the dirt


but tonight i'll sleep for whatever it's worth
and tomorrow is a brand new day
that i'll be facing head on

her holds on me
(more than i held her)

i first spent time with her
in an apartment with no heat,

fell into her with ease
we were young, no stresses and free

laid her down on my couch
party dress, balloon packaging

my friend took her out first
pure and simple, should have scared me

by the glow of candles
warming her face to the lights ream

her smell was different
i was just hoping to get-some

her true intent eluded me
and i got her under my skin

her taste so devilish
tremble my heart as we began

i lost myself to her
and there i vowed never again                      

my friend, was not as lucky
he died, her still clinging to his arm

her power is entrancing
quickly ruining lives with the chase 



but time moves on and things change
i haven't kept her around for years now  

that girl was my hero in one dark moment of my life
then a villain stealing both friends and tears

when Pachelbel makes me want to fly
and I never finished packing, but did burn
all my writing for heat last night
to make it through
just me, my guitar
and youth

if truth was what we seek then
I'd lie to you in breach with
words that make you smile
and ease a need for trials
like a preacher spouting
Van Gogh in syllables
I leave you
impressions
smilingly  
sunny

Surely I write not for the hopeful young,                  
    Or those who deem their happiness of worth,
  Or such as pasture and grow fat among
    The shows of life and feel nor doubt nor dearth,
  Or pious spirits with a God above them
  To sanctify and glorify and love them,                      
    Or sages who foresee a heaven on earth.

  For none of these I write, and none of these
    Could read the writing if they deigned to try;
  So may they flourish in their due degrees,
    On our sweet earth and in their unplaced sky.            
  If any cares for the weak words here written,
  It must be some one desolate, Fate-smitten,
    Whose faith and hopes are dead, and who would die.

  Yes, here and there some weary wanderer
    In that same city of tremendous night,                    
  Will understand the speech and feel a stir
    Of fellowship in all-disastrous fight;
  "I suffer mute and lonely, yet another
  Uplifts his voice to let me know a brother
    Travels the same wild paths though out of sight."

words have run deep for me today
its odd how leaving can make emotions surface
some nostalgic and wistful, others better unspoken
but I guess that's just the way it goes
I believe hearts procrastinate by nature

you fall in and out of love
and shelter feelings too long,
but when the chips are down
and all bets are in
there's just no avoiding honesty
and (no hiding your hand)

that's when it all comes out
all the disappointment and hatred,
melded with love and latent sorrows

how things are destined to go from here
well, i haven't a clue,
but my path now laid
i am leaving with no less hope than you

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give me something to read with a pulse
dead words from dead people are nice
but too easy and i've read them all before
serve me up a pumping heart
full of feelings or remorse
words with a pulse
something new, something now, ridged or coarse
something fresh that i can sink into
with teeth and eyes that dine and ask for more
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please hear me write
if i get another poem written
before this last century
then believe you me
i'll just go back to my homepage browsing manually
and never again use
your oh so special feature
instead i'll stay content
to myself, just randomly people search