"hyme" poems
They came to party until the world ends...
Play the record again
DJ Play that track again..
I watch the stars and clouds and ask when is the end?
Do I go and dance with my friends?
Do I go and watch the world end?
And they say..
Earth is caving in, run away from them.
There world is plastic
They think it's fantastic
Go and talk to him..the man that guides the wind.
Go and ask him,
He is here to save them.
Go and ask you know need Savin
Go and ask you know need Savin
Go ask him the world they know is plastic.
It will burn by there own sinful habits
Go and ask him..
Go and ask him.. The world you know is plastic
It's a habit the world you know is!
Plastic!
Plastic!
Plastic..
Hurry ask him
I came to dance a new song and hyme, Tell me how it ends.
my world is plastic
I was a fanatic
Watch the clouds and stars they took me very far.
He said..
Dust the magic off your feet,
And the plastic off your hands
My heart I give you so you can be real person again.
My songs are platnuim now go and sing to them and who ever here you they hears me.
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 1:08 AM UTC
humans
expressing
love
laughter
opinions
pathos
onriness
excitement
tragedy
rhyme
YOURSELVES!
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 5:32 AM UTC
I sit on my bed
With words and prhases in my head,
How to connect them, I don't know.
I wish I had the lyrical skills of Poe.
What words rhyme with 'December"???
Remember, dismember, glowing ember,
Its like a puzzle, trying to make words fit
This is a good line, one I cannot omit.
Oh yes!! That rhyme is perfect!
Now I must make the line and poem connect.
Word rhyme, rhyme to prhase, phrase to line,
Line to poem, and now I must refine
This page, checking my spelling,
Will they like this poem? There's no telling.
Why must I rhyme?! Can't I just rage out in prose?!
Oh, but I'm too quiet to do that. I know, everyone knows.
Oh well, I need another rhyme.
A rhyem to rhyme with rhyme,
It's like a paradox to find this rhyme of rhyme,
A-hyme
B-hyme
C-hyme
Wait, "chime"!
No, it doesn't fit, and it's a dumb rhyme.
There no rhyme for "rhyme" I bet,
Oh well, I continue down the alphabet,
Q-hyme
R-hyme
Got it!
Oh... duh.
S-hyme,
No, that is it.
There's no rhyme for "rhyme"
I guess I have been just wasting my time.
Jun 6, 2011
Jun 6, 2011 at 5:12 PM UTC
Touch from the angels
Gripped by God
Devil always talking
"You'll never have Enough".
Demons they spit
The angels silent tonight
God whispers and say
"Trust in me threw the Fight".
I taste my own blood
It flows from the bite
Death just looks like
" I'll be back alright?"
Fainting...
One blink gone
Breath in...
I can see my bones.
Get up!
I find the strength to roll.
My heart sings a sweet Hyme for my soul..!
From glory to glory they will go...
Chuckles
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 9:08 PM UTC
Use to write a song but now the beat just plays me.
Flirting with the mic I can see it wanna kiss me.
It's getting kinda intimate how my poems hold me
Leaving my brain on a page that's oral you see...
******** gave me keys to city,
Drinking all my words the pencil told me to "marry me"...
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 6:40 AM UTC
Beat me a heart,
unburdened of sin
Through a passing of time.
Through the monochrome hyme.
Beat it hollow and cold.
Who Refuse,
thee, the bold
Ever you find,
Your story untold.
For it Currency of
an unmeasured gain.
Holds its value of nothing,
If efforts are feigned.
Yet,
emboldened are we.
Awaked of gray.
To the right and the wrong.
To the dawning of day.
For the prelude of leaving,
A world gone awry.
Will we never again,
Be the proxy of I.
Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 6:14 AM UTC
Will she ever search , where were you now !
When he is the only sun to her heart.
The similar hyme of beauty they sing.
Over the quarrels ,love they bring.
There love is fire in ice.
There love has no price.
Chilled as a winters night.
Warmth as may day light.
If he ever defined her as a moon ,
She is never beautiful as soon ,his
Luminance fregnence her.
When her ears echos only and only loneliness .
She cannot thriue unless her prayers ,
whom heaven delights to hear.
Filckered her radiance after a couple of dock a time .
His glimps narrated her love devine.
Is moon still alone !
query remains , when his luminance is fregnating her veins.
Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 9:00 AM UTC
Viktor Frankl's faith was trust that one's life holds meaning
trust in ultimate meaning...
t'me,
My word trust holds true and rest crammed together for support
to stand under knowing the entire set of upgrades
and lock changes,
to mankind-basic knowledge of good and evil, since my last
a filtration algo-i'll-go rythmn and hyme adjusterho rholler
that powers ourkind past wayless places
when language joins the gamers playing for glory, at any cost,
Old Glory
per pose haps need happening,
sans happy-ness,
what ness could ever be?
What's the haps? Don't lie.
What's goin' on? Don't lie. Say,
Regular stuff. My side's winnin'. A *** in Pershing Square,
under the Jesus Saves sign, brought that to mind,
Fifty years ago, for him, looked like "no direction home"
Sansara sera, whatever sera selah
Nihili, to the max, right. But,
we know
other than this now,
this
breath
thinking process of cognitive rythm building
thunderwordmagicalthoughtsenchanghgken
coughing final, expulsion of some invading barb,
a fiery dart, setting cooling
actions sponding to ligands loosed when the
third aveili in a micron failed to expell
smooth
slowww whoooshhhhh
in-a-ginning be da vita, see...
say I think I know this feeling
qwhy-esse quiessence,
a settling,
after all that could be shaken, was.
acid to water, or water to acid?
who would gno?
Oct 11, 2019
Oct 11, 2019 at 3:29 PM UTC
Blinds cover and sheets cover the cold winter sings soft like a new born hyme.
You Got Doctors you got pills but what's touching him?
New letters the new faces I see that life is writing to him.
In a story that's not mine, another character but what's scarier? If I our friendship dies at the end.
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 12:53 PM UTC
On sidewalks find my feet.
Do I follow quickened beat.
Of haste to free myself of them.
All the dreary numb.
That lack of sound
drown pain of ground .
And nightly free abate.
In step abound of all so fleet
That of my ear does fight to greet
To cause my gait to quicken so
And find my thoughts so easy go.
To a room of my own mind
A place no map can find.
The silence against the churning road.
That hyme in me that is abode.
So nightly I Intern to keep,
The dreams i find within my sleep.
My quit and quiet, little place,
And only peace I know.
Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 12:13 AM UTC
As the seasons change, repeat and then renew.
Gardens, field and wood resign.
To all the hand that till the land.
That mold and turn the ground.
With picture, paint, verse and song.
Who draw and sing of you.
So loud a voice and many praise,
Against the crop you grow and raze,
Out of blackened Earth.
We never find us why.
To chance the perfect hyme.
Of the perfect birth of you, drawn with perfect dye.
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 8:53 PM UTC
I tried to hold the light Deep within the chambers of my Spirit
I have tasted the joy of a Dear Savior
His blood on my hands were wiped by his grace
His tears were on my shoulder
And his friendship was royalty.
I asked him why do you come down to see me there's many in this world and he will always told me i" am"
he had a peaceful pause ..
As my fate was sealed
And my name was dirt
My hands shook
And my mouth open with hyme
And said :
Don't you see what I'm doing ! Do you see what there doing ? We are ***** my friend oh so ***** I'm nasty oh so nasty!
I'm breaking and I'm not lonely
I took your son and made him my something
We do things that are nothing
Temporary nothings all around me
Signs of the times
I say all the time taking my time gets harder sometimes.
I gotta catch myself
I'm falling right threw hands
Is there a way to come back and will even have the strength as I start backing up his eyes oh his eyes felt they were whispering things to me.
Will you be waiting..
Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 7:20 AM UTC