"bareley" poems
Memories like you dont always shine true.
Nor do old places hold that magic.
In a life so short.
That seems so traggic.
Im thinking of forever while slowley fading away.
Oh such clear thinking on a cloudy day.
A summer ago is when we met.
So far now it seems.
Yet the still my heart holds no regret.
The poetry you inspired apon this very page.
Is ment to complment a love without age.
Early morning memories that you've lent.
Is simpley a dream of time well spent.
A dark sky hides the sunlights ray.
Such is the clear thinking on such
a cloudy day.
Im not blind yet for years
hope has went unseen.
Sometimes age can taint a sweet dream.
Turning bitter the once colorful
fruit.
Killing wonder straight at the root.
A love like our's has kept with change.
And grown in definance.
Like a silly game.
We formed this this passion swept Alliance.
First with love you must blindly fall.
Then you must try to run when you
can bareley crawl.
To outlast the storms is to stand against the wind.
To ignor friends and to put trust in
a stranger and depend.
Many thoughts run through my head.
In the early morning as she lay against me
in bed.
A heart has many rivers a soul is a endless sea.
As we apart we are caged.
While togather we are free.
From this loves eternal bliss my heart should never
stray.
As i sit clear is my thinking on such a cloudy day.
Oct 20, 2009
Oct 20, 2009 at 7:55 AM UTC
This just in off the presses Eliot throws in the towel and sells Hello
for a pair of front row Jonas Brothers tickets.
In other news the pub the oldest group on hello is being forced to close
its doors due to noise complaints from the coffee shop
who claim they can bareley here there good awful music
or read there twilght books.
Gary La Buda is very short and writes lots of books
so he can use them to see over the steering wheel.
Many people have asked and finaly hello has answred
to what we do not know.
Yesterday a man died of boredom trying to actully read
all the poems on the charts at poetry soup.
When the owner's were awoken from there nap time
there only reply was Is it time to color yet?
Poets who get to the top of the charts yet only have two comments
my question?
who are they blowing.
Look for my next report when I let everyone know the poet
soon to be leaving this madhouse of a site.
Untill next time always seek the truth
Aug 13, 2010
Aug 13, 2010 at 1:08 PM UTC