"meand" poems
The wind rushes past meand the sun is so bright that I can’t see.What is this madness before me? Have I gone blind? Why can’t I see?The sounds of spring and the smell of rain,the poisons of technology permeate my brain.Have I gone insane in the membrane? Or it this a dream? I am a fiend for caffeine.You are the cure I need, the antidotes to the poisonous seed that infects me constantly. Sleep consumes me, this world I soon must leave.I am stronger than the leaves in a stiff summer breezeor in a hurricane, I am the roots that remain, to be reborn constantly.Like the phoenix I will rise towards the sky tonight.Up into the atmosphere I will rise up highpiercing through the starless night, flying like a butterflyfloating upon the breeze, with weightless eases I lay atop the trees.Why do the clouds fly by as if they are on a highway in the sky?Could they stop for a while, so I might bring one downto take a nap upon its bed of feathers made of air.I’ll climb the tallest tree, and jump out upon the sea,of cotton ***** of gas that float like a tumbling massof constantly moving poetry.I’ll nap atop the trees.2oo5-
Feb 21, 2010
Feb 21, 2010 at 9:48 AM UTC
Shall I wither and fall like an autumn leaf,From this deep sorrow – from this painful grief?How can I go on or find a way to be strong?Will I ever again enjoy life’s sweet song?Sometimes a warm memory sheds light in the darkAnd eases the pain like the song of a Meadow Lark.Then it flits away on silent wings and I’m alone;Hungering for more of the light it had shone.Shall grief’s bitter cold sadness consume me,Like a winter storm on the vast angry sea?How can I fill the void and deep desperate needTo replant my heart with hope’s lovely seed?Then I look at a photo of your playful smiling faceAnd for a moment I escape to a serene happy place;Remembering the laughter and all you would do,Cherishing the honest, caring, loving spirit of you.Shall spring’s cheerful flowers bring life anewAnd allow me to forget the agony of missing you?Will spring’s burst of new life bring fresh hopeAnd teach my grieving soul how to cope?Sometimes I’ll read a treasured card you had given meAnd each word’s special meaning makes me see,The precious gift of love I was fortunate to receive,And I realize you’d never want to see me grieve.Shall summer’s warm brilliant sun bring new light,And free my anguished mind of its terrible plight?Will its gentle breezes chase grief’s dark clouds away,And show me a clear path towards a better day?When I visit the grave where you lie in eternal peace,I know that death and heaven brought you release;I try to envision your joy on that shore across the sea,And, until I join you, that’ll have to be enough for me.For all the remaining seasons of my life on earth,There’ll be days I’ll miss your merriment and mirth,And sometimes I’ll sadly long for all the yesterdays;Missing our chats and your gentle understanding ways.Yet, the lessons of kindness and love you taught me,And the good things in life you’ve helped me to see;Linger as lasting gifts that comfort and will sustain,Until I journey to that peaceful shore and see you again.
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 6:40 PM UTC
Through the midnight alley, he seemingly fritters
With red-lit embers and gleeful priding strides
Eyeing shadows which wretchedly, wincingly vanish
Mocking him with disdain and false pride
But confident in his wits and smiling in his head
A different scene played through his mind
“Those shackles cast, yet dreary glisten
Emboldened by tears in which all hide
Was I too once alas meand’ring servant
To boss, landlord and the like
Each day making payments on existence
With deposits of my mortal flesh
Twixt daylight, moonglow, aye, all through ether
Run ragged by both birth and death
Until I breathed by chance the misty freshness
Of life’s emboldening, wild sea
And encountered with senses anew
In a love unabashed
An untamed earth for me
Each of her breaths I savor as the tend’rest morsel
And my eyes embrace the endless expanse joyfully
For I know not where I’ll float in this ocean
And each outgoing rush carries doubt
But if I hasten my passage with fortitude and reason
The open depths of life wait for me.”
So off he goes, anxious for trials and glory
He floats on legs which he rows with his dreams
Which serve as a map to solace for those who may not falter in aspiring
Aug 27, 2010
Aug 27, 2010 at 1:28 AM UTC
you and i
we’ve always had some battered hearts
and i think i picked you up and i think i at least did a little good
for youand it makes me smilemakes me feel worthwhileyou and i
we were cute and acted innocent in the start
and i was shy and you were notand i guess we played our part
its true
and it makes me smirkmakes my heart workits sad that i
am not as smart as i used to thinkbut i’m trying to take the plug out of the sinkand let the ***** water drainfor youit makes grinit makes me puke until i’m thin
and i will try
for my own good and through your eyesjust have some hope, i meani’ve been there for you even when my heart was blueits true
i’ve stuck with you
so stick me with meand thats when i’ll knowthat this love is true
Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 8:29 PM UTC
the intent, by accident,
a message in madness,
anger alone has no value and
uses energy in negative valence
to manifest,
that can't happen on accident,
only on purpose, okeh.
You gotta tip the balance
for anger to be used abs-
like,
totally un-fair abs,
such a gift, who gives…? I meand abused, I'm confused…
absolute tip the balance to use anger,
never an accident, the intent
that's the message. All I got.
Now what?
Merry Christmas.
This is like VHS homemoviepoet try as he may he can't get away
Tinker-toys, oh Boy, a richochet peeiiing Mattel Itswell 30-30! WOW,
the kid across the street that got hit by a car last Christmas,
he got a go cart this year.
Everything is relative. me, as my old man, said to me.
Back then, late fifties, little desert town, middle'o'righthere
at the time.
My old man at Alamogordo, wit' Ferme 'n'them…
It's not history, I imagine it could be.
That kid did get a go-cart, it didn't help very long.
It's a thought. A message, I think, I thought it and now
you did, too. Sorta.
Cool, like olde times. Never real, always imaginable,
any way ya' wa'ah-ahn-em,
ya gotta ownownownem ommm
My God, it's Christmas time again, I can't remember
when it felt this way.
Did it? Ever? Frank Kapra, in the dark.
We held hands. You remember. Black and white. Right.
then, this is now, and much more joyous in a worldly joy
intended, I'm sure,
from the first
vibration of the chord twixt you and me,
we wish you amerry Chritmas, in deed.
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 8:06 PM UTC
*I'm on a small boat
on a massive oceaN
where the waves are crasing
against the boat, as i was a small bird
trying to find love, but I don't only
have match, but I have loads of matches.*
*I am someone who exposed themselves
and what I did I shouldnt of done.*
*My brain feels like a wreacking ball, but
tonight I am going to lose myself and scream
as loud as I want because this is my fight, where
I am going to take back my life that you once ruined
for me.*
*I am going to prove to you that I do care about my life.
You see how i am hurt and weak,
so I am gonna be stronger than you and fight.*
*No one belives me about how much you have
been hurting me, I lost all of my friends who dosent
want to talk to me anymore and alot of people are
afraid of meand you say that I am into you.
It been years since I saw my Family and my last
words were I will miss them because you
killed me a night before our wedding.*
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 7:55 AM UTC
Why u gone away frm me why u took every part of my soul with you u hurt meand for Tht i must **** u. Why after u took my precious temple. Tht once was an Secret place. Why u did this to me i cant eat cant sleep im feening for your love dnt leave me for who going love u. why.. Damit tell me.. I have gave u everything gave my time there wasnt noting i will do at one point of time but u change ... I change yes u change for the love is not there it time for me to go to be free. Wait .. No ... And the time forward. Im crying siting here wishing u was here but dam i cant bring u back rip
Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 7:17 PM UTC
on the film
there’s a story
and its told in black and white
in the writings
there’s a meaning
like when we stay up in the night
and in the winter
we dreamed that we would have our
life in our hands, and we’d be alrightwell now its summer
and you’re flashing me a light
in the middle of the night
i’ve always been running
and i ran into you
and i guess you ran in to me, too
but i’m still running
i don’t know what fromi don’t know where to
but i hope i’ll still have you
when it’s over
when our death is coming true
and if its true
when you say you can’t handle back ‘n’ forthand i’m too
misleading for what its worth
well, i’m sorry
but its a price you’ll have to pay
i never chose to be this way
a different person everyday
sometimes i don’t know what to say
can’t form the words like i could form some softened clay
i keep things in, but i don’t mean to keep them far away
i’m toughening upi’m getting righti love you, and thank
you for the fightsand your uppercut into meand how you
push my face into your kneeand your teethbreaking
sincerityand your hurtful honestyyeah it hurts mebut
what does not **** me makes me strongeri hope you hit
me a while longeri hope you’ll kiss me when i’m
weakwhen i am bleak and incomplete
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 4:16 PM UTC
I can only imagine his life til now,
And that he has survived some how.
A scar that goes clear around his neck.
I saw it and thought,"What the heck?!?!"
And burn marks on his little feet,
I once thought from the cold but now i think from heat.
He shys away from being touched
By those he doesnt know that much.
But when he comes into my room
And the door shuts to impending doom.
He paces the length of my bed,
When he comes back he butts my head.
He kneeds the blankets in hes paws.
Forgetting just how sharp his claws.
He purrs in tones with such delight.
The slightest sound gives him a fright.
"Its okay, come here and sleep!"
He plops beside meand nestles in deep.
With one eye open he sees me smile...
And there he sleeps a little while.
May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 3:39 AM UTC
Part African American and related to
Hilkesealase
related to Hugh Hefner
related to whatever
part Lithuanian and royal
Lithuania blood
part German
part Cherokee Indian
maybe part Polish and part English
part Mexican
part South American
maybe some middle eastern
blood
part English maybe
and part Irish
Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 2:15 PM UTC