"conducter" poems
Ricardo KAKA is not just a soccer player. He is the sun shinning on the soccer field. When he smiles it fills everyone up with an enormous sense of joy. When he gets benched, it's like an avalanche after an earthquake just destroyed every building. But when he scores even the opponents' stadium has to clap. When he plays is the conducter of the syphany. Some say "Bend it like Beckam." but I say "Ball up like Kaka."
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 8:21 PM UTC
A body of music chords and sturms not required.
The body here never will it retire.
Most will seek and listen to her for desire.
Multiplier, of logic into her music she will muse your health, and tickle your sprite.
Not simply drew into scene with graphite.
At camp sights she's the fire bringer circle form of souls.
To behold, her lessons and keys to Understand, life is music, and all shall remember there worth.
Adagio, listen and enjoy for you will discover your path of being.
Albino lips speak hush your rigid anger.
Let music cleanse your behavior and calm your conduction.
The man ask of seduction, your scale is fierce keep in my mind, your beauty is musical made into devine.
No body yet you, that is "who" the conducter
We are keys in your puzzle, made to seem the reason of all.
So the keys you are now surround me with your flaws.
Disburst and subtract resume as once was.
Go threw life scaling above basic moments.
Life made mysterious, with craters on soil.
Music made to be heard.
So why not grow some more herds.
For points not able yet to be reached.
She made a music melody, so advanced when you hear your mind, will unlock hiden potentials.
That are truly essential.
For a life as a magical condition.
It is a heart, that made life as art far away yet right at place .
So as pulse and rate are in harmony with soul.
You conclude, your self on a plane that your riding coach in luxury comforts.
Gas never needing refilled for your life force is all that it will appeal.
Music is our ears soother telling us to love more than hate.
For hate has only a slow un natural pace.
That we as keys should avoid at all times.
You my music, I commences to ease the world into your harmony and power.
And shake your favorite chrods at it so it may become untralved.
Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 12:36 PM UTC
Looking for a sign,
Sreaching life,
Catching glimspes of life
Life moves as a fast moving train on a path of never ending unknowns.
Standing in the middle is the lost and clueless trying to catch that ride.
Some fall and lay their tears crying in their own pain
Some fall and rise to a higher standard of pain to
Fall harder.
Some get lucky to have the train slow down so they can glide on as their ease.
Some just fight, fight and fight more for what ride they need want or demand in life thats best for them.
The fighters, are the woundec broken and rebuilt and put together with cheap glue..
But they fight
With blood seeping from their eyes
They fight for what makes them breath..
Live
Or just keep going
All to get to the end of the ride of their dreams
Even when they feel its
A lost ride and the conducter of the beatuiful train has given up and left
They fight inner battles
Ugly monsters
And protect what they need for that prefect ride....
Now ask me what i am? A fighter or someone who gives up to the pain and lets the world step on them as they go by...ask me..i dare you..
Apr 1, 2013
Apr 1, 2013 at 3:07 PM UTC
I'll gladly keep the rope off my neck if it means I get another giggle
This glock will stay in the shoe box if you have a decent joke
The pills will stay in the bottle if my laughs get my beer belly to jiggle
Why traumatize the train conducter if I get a god sent smoke
40 reasons not to die
2 grams of hazy happiness
I'm busy looking at the sky
And soaking in the emptiness
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 9:02 PM UTC