"forgien" poems
in this small seculuded spot
where our actions speak louder then our thoughts
but our mouths spoke the words of mimes on the 9-5
broke the silence by asking the time while waiting on the divine moment
...where your hand was right next to mine
a movement so suttle seemed like moving mountains
or sneaking threw land mines
so i reached across the dark blue seat
to form a forgien handshake the place our palms would first meet
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 2:45 AM UTC
I analyzed your typing pattern
The way you moved your
Index finger across the keyboard
And the way you type my name
Like it is precise but unimportant
I hope you see how my hands move
When I'm drawing on the walls
The way they say your name
Like they're begging Rome not to fall.
I anaylized the way you make your tea
And the way you stir three sugars
And regret
The way you hold the handle
Like my hands won't forget
I hope you see how I make the bed
How I tuck the sheets
Carefully on your side
The way I fix the pillows
Where we had once cried
I anaylized the way you speak
Carefully
and with light
Hoping that a word you say
Won't induce another fight
I hope you see what we've become
This couple of medicocracy
Feelings of forgien beings
Of political democracy
I anaylized the way we
Tread with light feet
And heavy hearts
I know that soon
It all will fall
Your reign of Rome will end
but until then
I'll play an empress of pretend
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 2:19 PM UTC
i want you to remember
this time and place
where people are killing
this human race
chemicals between us
there's love and hate
with no grace
street killings
bomb explosions
where no one feels
these things they do
for love and hate
to people we love
god forsake
i wish no harm to no one
now make a turn
find yourself
in a forgien land, like a refuge
how does it feel, to take their place
chemicals between us
about love and hate
we'll never get to know them
this human race
why does everyone do this
to our human race
to people who love
we expect it know
from this human race
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 11:08 AM UTC
I believe I fixing to die
no longer making this life my own
it has become a forgien land
but I hate my children crying
so on the day, I do
they should know
that I L O V E them very much
just leaving them alone in life
now there is no morning dew
but think of me
as you feel it on your, bare feet
and walk in the garden
which was my world
feel it cold on your feet
until the next time we meet
remember Me as your own
The
Prayes I say every Night
Lord
willing.
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 12:37 PM UTC