Its a Land with 3 inches of Soil Sprouts High Voltage Lines, Oil Derriks And Microwave Towers everywhere Like a Modern Steel Forest Landscape
The wind is ever present and Unending Its a Cruel Wind, strips the Paint off of All At Night the Howling and Humming of All that steel wire sets your teeth on edge
The wind Strips the electrons from All Leaving a Negative charge in the Air Like some Electrical Spirit plagues the Land Scrambling your thoughts and Actions
Its the Desolation Where Revial Meeting Tents Flapped in 1930s wind there for Salvation of Souls The Place where anger flares up from Minds wore down A Brother gets shot over Drumstick in any given town
At the motel I pace in the Night hounded by the sound As if I had to witness this Howling wind strip the Ground Morning coffee I reach for a Styrofoam Cup with the Rolls It Leaps 5 inches into my hand trying to get away from this Land
A Land of endless wind and sand run across West Texas Like A Frieght train Whistling and Howling as it Rumbles By Shaking the Ground with its Passing Through the Town The Lands Only Salvation is its Blue unending Skies
Peace on your head, Brother I Love you. We Love you. PEACE
YOU HEARD WHAT I SAID. WITHOUT HIM I WOULD BE DEAD nah No im not deaf Place treble cleff Im not the best but one day I hope to be the best that I can be. That we can be, be free. NO SEE we are one and of one blood you YOU HERE ME SON said we are one we ONE STAR the son we need the blood I see the son BLINDING EYES im fighting lies inside my mind i hide the blind. Like playing poker but the river is only mine imtryin to find; A doubtfull shadow in a drought over overexposure in a year boutes ROUND 1 HERE ME CLEARY MY SON ears and eyes can be numb Steady ******* my thumb Heres the truck and it runs Spill my ill from this quill bleed a vision Instill? Piledrive at the mill Robots is Optomis drilled Pills and pharmacists **** Im just a kid when it comes to this But poetry is this is Hope you dont miss this TWIST IT UP IF YOU WANT To do it thru it we **** hate And Love is my median No not a comedian Just meditate I see a dream and it's color blind I said the gun is thiers and im right We SOLD YOU RIGHT!?
IM COLD AS ICE. but hold it tight. I speak too boldy right. Seams white is not the light? Mold me and soul the frieght GHOST IS A SOLDIER NIGHT hahha ^-^ **hahha love ya Brother
Just trying to flow with a fellow BElieVER. In poetry and the power of Love. (In poetrys artform)
Irish Immigrants found when they stepped Onto the Ground, Their Pockets full of Donnegal Potatoes. The Dirt beneath their Nails Was a Mark of how they'd Failed Famine and Starving brought them But the Slurs of the Dublin Micks From those who Looked Down on them Determined them to Show off their Pride Some, teamsters worked horses and Frieght Some nimble fingers Stitched Linen and Lace Some Irish tenors the Rage of the Stage Some with a Swing were the Sting of the Ring Bringing down Boxers Seasoned Sparring Fiddlers fiddled and coleens were maids And through it all Heads held High Shined the Gleem of Irish Pride
Not a word, you refuse to speak, you look into my eyes and my heart plunges way to the deep Not a kiss, nor a smile, no notion you will stay awhile Do the words "I love you" not say enough Or were you maybe just to tough Not saying anything to me Doesn't change a single thing Because when I look at you, I can't stop the s t i n g You can't stop my love for you It's like a thousand pound frieght train Does this thing we had, have to go down in vain Or should I just let it rain Let the tears F a l l And not answer any calls and maybe just disapear What does it take to get your love.
Your eyes rise to the sky only to catch a falling star for a split second
Whoosh! Then it's gone
You walk away beat then you see your old buddy Jack "Jack!" you shout out and he shouts back too
You go to the local coffee shop only to find what you ran away from
You look to your left and in the corner with his sometimes girlfriend is a young punk all dressed in black
They sit and shoot the breeze about nothing at all or even in particular
You walk further and chat with the owner about old times and good coffee
You proceed to sit on the ragged and torn old couch that reminds you of a couch your parents once had back when Kool & The Gang were cool and whenever you heard Earth, Wind, & Fire it really was a celebration
Your old buddy Jack sits along side of you and you talk of good times and lost loves you'll never see again
Then all of a sudden Whoosh!!!! It hits your ear like a frieght train The cool sounds of Miles Davis trump-trump-trumpeting like no one else can
and then you think "You know Jack, he sounds like I feel" and you move on to talk about the emotion and soul of jazz
As you sip your last sip of coffee you remember what you were looking for Love
That funny and mysterious thing that everyone longs for but few truly have
So you hit the back streets that are all but unfamiliar to you as a kid
and you keep searching....
You keep searching for that crazy thing called love
What if I kissed you? would it be everything we'd hoped for or would it shatter our dreams because it seems this one moment could change everything so what if we let whatever happens happen so that we'll have no regrets and if we fail we would've given it our best so when night falls I can finally put my mind to rest instead of wondering, "What If I Kissed You"
Better yet, What if I told you I missed you? would it bring up warm memories of the past or would you disregard it believing it to be untrue... Fed up with how dull words sound so good but never happen to shine through I don't blame you the fear was crippling, it was like having stage frieght I wasn't sure how to show you... but you did and you tried teaching me but I was too blind to see that what I wanted I had right in front of me [sigh] the ritual was so casual that it seemed to lose its meaning I just didn't want it to be meaningless to you when it means everything to me...
Exhaustion. Like a frieght train that rattles me to my core, as blistering as the tunnel it travels. This wind whistles and chills my bones. Who am I? Elated and deflated. I shake and scorch the land with each footfall of a once great sun. This fire now blazes and burns my veins. Who am I? A never ending search on the journey to who I wish to be. Leaving petals in my wake. Most beautiful petals; with the most poisionous tears. Who am I? Peace and Tranquility. I seek it in and out as a drug to calm the raging storms behind my lost eyes. Who am I? Droplets and storms. Caressing my face and tending to the raging flames. Their waves wash away the leaking poisons and catch the raging winds where gentle rivers float my spirit away. Until one day I land upon Who I am.
A lost soul,searching in the night for alight,troubled,and searching ....arose wilted,,by frieght,i cry aloud sprout ,with my might,,becoming ,dry,and weak,i cry out to the mother earth hear me,,,hold me,,tonight
I called my mom To ask if this is normal Ive been with you For 3 months And im sorta infatuated And i like you more everyday And i admire you But i dont love you yet Everyone says thats normal But love has always hit me like a freight train And im wondering how much time I should spend waiting on the track With you What if it never comes My mom just reexplained insanity and said And how have those frieght train loves Worked out for you? Fair point
MAKE THOSE GODS STRING THOSE WAISTS WASH THOSE BLANKETS DEVELOPING ERASE
WRAP THOSE WOUNDS SEEK MY INSIGHT EDIT WITH FRIGHT WAKING UP WIND SILENT NIGHT ATUM FALL WINTER SPRING READER DIGEST THE SWAY OF SWOONING MARITAL RING FIREY STING HOT HEAD FROM THE START THE SHINNING ONE OBVIOUSLY MARIO KART
WALKED ON GLASS SWALLOWED SWORD RANKED NUMBER ONE IN ALL GALAXIES THEY COULDNT AFFORD
TAXING THERE INTESTINES AND SPINE CORD PULLING UP ROPED GOLD AND SILVER FOLDS OUT FROM THE GRASSY BEDS THE CARPENTERS SOLD TREE WRAPPED GIVER WITH A CLASS TWO AIR FRIEGHT PASS APPLE PIE FILLING SET FROM SASS
I WORK FOR MYSELF THE KARMA INSURANCE THE WEALTH THE SPIRITUAL PAYMENT INSURGENT RANKED TOP SHELF
