"mountian" poems
I want to pack up my life and put it on hold
whilst a new adventure I do take hold
I want to run free
by the sea,
if that is a possibility
I want to climb the highest mountian
Dance naked in a fountain
Treck through the Amazon
All before my life is too far gone
Alas, its not to be,
Especially when you have a kid and responsibility
** hum, back to the Doldrum
Of a boring life I have to run
Maybe next year
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 5:37 AM UTC
She is from all directions
She is the North...
All of the wide open spaces
Crisp as the cold mountian air
She is the East...
Where the leaves fly with the wind
A warmth that surrounds you making you feel less alone
She is the South...
The sweet fragrance of the magnolia blossom
With the gracfulness of an osprey in flight
She is the West...
The smell of the ocean lingers on you
Where the sunset leaves you
speechless from it's untouchable beauty
He is a man for all seasons
He is the Winter...
The chill that hangs in the breath of the air
Frost's intricate design on a windowpane
He is the Spring...
The soft lullabies of the birds
Drops of water as you dance under the rain
He is the Summer...
A heat that burns to the touch
The longest of all days
He is the Autumn...
The sturdy tree that stands alone without his leaves
The chill that goes down your spine
when he's looking into your eyes
Complementing each other gracfully
Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 8:18 AM UTC
I belive it was in a rest stop outside of Nashville when I first discovred just what lost truely
was.
The people moved ants to a hive.
Ghost's to the shell so to speak.
Looking up routes streching worn stiff leg's and existing in personal bubbles.
Affraid a seconds conversation would burst a moments ******** cast
existance.
But I only sat watching happy to be a viewer to many seperate acts in a bound for nowhere
play.
Hey you have the time?
I dont even have a watch.
I replyed to some lost south bound kid more ******* up looking
than myself.
He said nothing more as he simply faded into the herd.
They were all bound for somewhere and me I was just killing time.
My home was wherever I could catch a few hours sleep.
And hopefully I'd be outta this state befor long.
I was a nomad most called me a ***
A traveler of fate and a lazy ******* to caught up in my own personal gains to settle down.
The voices of reason would seem to echo through strangers.
Whenever I'd take time to speak like some twisted record player
they'd always repeat.
So where you heading?
Nowhere and hopefully it has a bar.
Why you on the road?
Well really I just decided to take a walk one day.
Where from?
North Carolina.
Wow why you in Texas.
It's a long walk.
Man your weird!.
Arent we all in some way?
And with that the conversation would fade into my beloved silence.
And I would view the highway and it's ever changing landscape.
The mountian sunset's ,the desert in the moolight ,
A city slum to a rest stop outside of Nashville where you find me now.
I'd seen Americas watercolors and her sharp edges and still charming sleeze.
And from a shared ride to a cold park bench.
I was embracing the forbidden fruit spoken of by
far better fools and writers than me.
For true freedom was seldom safe.
But I viewed this world a travller a stranger to all including myself.
And from strange looks to even more bizzar remarks from thoose who couldnt fathom
someone existing with no true purpose.
The question always was asked
from so many forgetable faces.
So where are you going?
Im just taking a long walk home.
Sep 25, 2012
Sep 25, 2012 at 8:23 PM UTC
I fall apart every now and then
Crumble down into shells of mix matched pieces
It's like the rain clouds follow me
Every right I take, I should of gone left
It's hard to face so many mixed emotions
The waves of guilt are always crashing in
Living up to people's expectations
I lose my way
Side track on little interruptions
Too many thoughts to process all at once
Temptation dangles right in front of my face
One mistake sends me back to rehab
But the reasoning is overlooked
I'm a shell, when I could of been a pearl
A dim light drowning in a sea of dust
Negativity echoing in my eardrums
But I find a way to believe
So much pressure dancing on my shoulders
And as I pray I scraped my knees
Put a smile on and breathe in deep
And to think it's just the beginning of a mountian with never ending hills
So I'll use my compass to guide me back
Nov 7, 2012
Nov 7, 2012 at 12:47 PM UTC
The road was shiny slick with glissoning rain as I flew down the highway,
Owl city's voices hymed through the poors of my radio,
"When I'm far too tird to fall asleep" they say,
A car rushes round the corner so I switch my lights to low.
A Buzz or two,
A twinckle light luminates the middle concile,
U coming home baby? We miss you:(
Heh,
I miss u2
A little girl goldest hair you can think of pops into my head,
"Daddy" she says arm streched wide inviting,
"Welcome home, Daddy," the lovliest women you'd ever seen said,
I walk in and the aroma of chiken, mash patatos, and fresh cut bean meet me I'm home in time for supper that's supprizing.
God it's so late,
My headlights chase after the yellow dashed line,
Buzz When you get hom we should go on a d8
22 miles till home says the sign.
Such a long drive,
but to where I'm going it's worth it,
into bed's the first place I'll dive,
all the rain glows like a candle that's lit.
Buzz We can't wait 2c u:)
Reply me 2
I set me phone on the dashboard as I start to round the mountian's sleek edges,
Rain sets the road like ice,
Buzz! I love you;)
In the distance apears yellow wedges,
My breaks are squeaking mice.
Hydroplaning we lose control,
My head bashes gainst the air bag,
driffting away is my soul,
Head hung eyes sag.
Buzz I love you
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 11:01 PM UTC
An ocean
A breeze
Slightly out of reach
A easy smile
A clean sheet
Wait for me to speak
Deep blue seas
Broad mountian tops
I want to climb this peek
Lanky cat tails &
Old man socks.
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 1:09 AM UTC
Everyday befor you walk out that doortheres that invisable line you have cross.A side you have to choose.Good or bad right and wrong.Or if your truthful then you know the lines are often blurred.For often I have been cruel only to reflect apon kindness.The road teaches as well as masks a truthful manssoul.Youth fades as we either move on or become part of a black hole known as the past.It consumes even the strongest beliver turns the brightest eyes cold and vacant.And for thoose that see dreams they thirsted for come to a reality they realize what they chased.Was with them all along.Talent isnt captured it's born locked within the tortred soulto blind to understand that it it starts from within.for once at the at the top of one mountian you relizetheres only more of thoose ******* ahead.It's not about trophys and getting your *** kissed byothers who secretly thirst for your fall.Apon reflection I wonder.Did I even want it at all?
Feb 24, 2010
Feb 24, 2010 at 4:36 PM UTC
into the breach i go
no heavy footed
but on tippity toe
into the dark night i sail
in a boat shaped like a whale
into the forest i run
with a smile and bread crumbs
the highest mountian
i will climb, only to
roll pell meel down the other side
i will walk on clouds, swim each
and every sea...i will be as magnificent
as only i can be...
i will dive with polar bears
and fly with albatross
will run with giraffe
and stand with rhinoceros
and when i am done with this day's play
home to you i will come,
with clothes, ***** ripped and frayed...
and you will sigh and grump and say...
"little man, what did you get up to, today?"
Sep 10, 2017
Sep 10, 2017 at 9:09 AM UTC
For as a man I stand strong and weak minded,
For there are things that i know I can not do...
But as a child I'm well guided,
For there is nothing I cant do..
As a man I walk around the mountian,
but as a child I can move it...
As a man I drown in the ocean,
but as a child I walk across it...
instructed...
As a man I can't break a wall,
but as a child I can make a whole city fall...
As a man I hide from the giant when battle calls,
but as a child I stand tall...
directed...
As a man my flesh gets weaker by the hour,
but as A child I have So Much POWER!!!!
Jan 24, 2012
Jan 24, 2012 at 10:37 AM UTC
The strapping young lad & the manly cowboy
went out for a brew.
"i'd like to go camping with you."
"this ain't no brokeback mountian,
if that's on which yew were a countin'."
"no worries mate,
really, i wasn't looking for a date!"
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 8:33 PM UTC
I seen upon a mountian top her hair did seem to glow for as the sun did shine for each of us to no.
With her wings she did fly they were as white as new fallen snow .
With her eyes of bitter blue she looked down upon the likes of me and you. With lips so pure so red ,this she did express live your live without regrets so choose your thoughts wisely .
Do this simple task and I will come to you for you will earn the right to fly as a gift to you.
Jul 27, 2010
Jul 27, 2010 at 11:15 PM UTC
You hurt and numb me at the same time.
My soul is becoming lifeless.
My eyes feel like they're bleeding.
My heart feels more alive when it skips a couple beats.
I like the feeling of feeling hungry.
I would rather feel the pain of an empty stomach.
My mouth is dry.
My body never sleeps .
I can't feel my face.
My tongue is swollen with bite marks.
My jaw won't stop locking.
My throat is so soar that I can barely swollow.
But you never seem to let me down.
Deep inside my head I am jumping off the tallest mountian and nobody knows.
But you're here to help. Right?
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 6:53 PM UTC
im tired of the same thing going over and over. i dont know how to say any thing nice. i just have embrace whats happening to me. i have to see my own misery over and over like a movie that skipps with evry scrach there can be. i dont know how much longer i can stand this **** you all put on me. you know me to well i have a good heart but i never raised my voice before. maybe its time for me to show all of you my true power in me! so sit the **** down and listen to me. i start to scream all the ******* colors of the rainbow do you see society has broken me and i have put up with all of its games. so let me tell a stori for a change. all the things put on no is coming out like a tiger or a lion roaring with all its might!!! so every one just shut up and listen to me cause i have every ******* word i had to say but its now my turn to come out of my quiet self and say things for once. i have been quiet for to long so hears what i have to say i want chang to happen i dont want things to look like a auttomated systems of robotics. i want to run free and not be held captive. i want to speak my mind i want to run up and down a beach just screaming my ****** lungs out that can be. i want to be heard down the streets around 2 am. i want to make a mountian start and avalanch that trapes every little village under 1000 of feet down!
i want to raise hell and bring laughter and fire to my place. i dont want to be silenced for my great crazy mind. i wont let you trap me cause i am a ******* wild animal who will claw your god **** eyes out. so i am breaking away to make the changes for every one to have fun and do insainly messed up crazy dangious things.
i want to start riots to test new ideas. i dont want to be enslaved to a desk and chair in a office building. i want to be the brush that paints the night sky with pretty colors of imanage. you will never catch me cause i cant be silenced from you traping people like animals in rusty cages. ill run free one step a head of all you.
i just want to scream cause im not done fighting for whats right
you cant imprison me you cant silence my voice cause when you drop your guard ill escape and rip all of you apart.
so just listen to me heres my voice screaming my thoughts.
i wont put up with any more crap!!!!!!!!!
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 6:12 PM UTC
mountain forest
forest gods
riches of nature
with life-giving blood
iron maiden
working tall
evolving era
behind walls
mountain forest
sacred find
spirit guardians
home of the wild
iron maiden
steel kites
guns and sharps
aiming the head of nature's right
mountain forest
fangs of boars
blessed by deer god
hear no roar
iron maiden
standing tall
a fire to devour
has overtaken nature calls
mountain forest
forest gods
and spirit guardians
no longer in resting hands
Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 11:49 AM UTC
I seen upon a mountian top her hair did seem to glow for as the sun did shine for each of us to no.
With her wings she did fly they were as white as new fallen snow .
With her eyes of bitter blue she looked down upon the likes of me and you. With lips so pure so red ,this she did express live your live without regrets so choose your thoughts wisely .
Do this simple task and I will come to you for you will earn the right to fly as a gift to you.
Jul 27, 2010
Jul 27, 2010 at 7:34 AM UTC
For blue eyed want
Look to the sky
For tall encouragement
A Mountian range
For warmth of hand once felt alive
The youth of dawn
And for next of kind
The same old stars to arrive
Look up, look up, for all that is
Without frame or screen to hold no more
Look down and inward for all that's been
In the Psalm where our first love was born
Remember
You need not eyes to see where we were
Or even where we will be one day
Jan 4, 2020
Jan 4, 2020 at 4:23 PM UTC
What is friendship
Is it a lightship
A warning
That you shall be mourning
You give it your all
Somehow to have it stalled
Being alone now most of the time
This is a huge big mountian to climb
Imagine a friend who leaves you
While you are hurt and blue
Stating it seems to be alright
They are mad at someone elses plight
Let me see
Do you agree
My feeling were hurt
It is the dirtiest dirt
Why read someones texts
This leaves me hexed
Why why why
Makes me seriously want to cry
Therefore you loose many friends
One persons opinion can end
Someone who loves me for real
What a ****** deal
One can never bring you down
Enemies are literally a sound
That you bring to your life
Maybe you like or dislike the knife?
Thank God for angels
A love that enables
It leads you to leadership
Allowing you wonderful new relationships
Crying brings you past mourning
Flying closer to soaring
Within love
Sincerly it does come from Above!
Sep 5, 2016
Sep 5, 2016 at 6:55 PM UTC
I shall carry your body
Across misty mountian ways
Wrapped with
linen and holly
And lament the crooked paths
Of the leather footed thieves
With restless
dirks and brandy
The earth shelters your secret
Under water weathered stone
And i'm left
ever wanting
While grieving and broken breaths
Sing through outlawed ancient pipes
They focus
grief so grandly
One more lonely kiss goodbye
Upon painted wordless lips
A last wish
whispers wholy
But shouting and sullen eyes
Scream my naked barren name
While grinding
Dreams to nothing
May 17, 2018
May 17, 2018 at 2:41 AM UTC
sometimes i wonder if god keeps a record of all the times i have been left and all the times i have been unable to leave. i wonder if he thinks to himself "will she ever learn?" as if he feels my heartache too. i picture god himself sitting at a desk with a mountian of crumpled papers at his feet with bags and dark circles under his eyes hunched over a typewriter with a furrowed brow beginning me again and again, but somehow he always ends up at the same part in the story where i am all ****** palms and and propped up on bruised knees spitting up blood and teeth at his feet screaming "IS THAT ALL YOU'VE GOT?!" But he doesn't answer.
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 8:26 PM UTC
Mountain top
The leaves are all but gone as they fall from the trees on the mountain top.
The breeze blows the last few away making way for the winter snow.
A few flake start to fall with the help of old mother nature
Fall as if God had taken them from her and places them here on the mountain top.
Soon it will be covered like a white cap on your head. Snow is blowing here and there.
Each mountain top covered in its own way . Snow flying from tree to tree.
As the tops are white and ready for the long winter storms.
The cold will blow and the snow will fall until the birds do fly once more.
But the mountain top snow will remain till the warm summer breeze.
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 3:10 AM UTC
Your off to great things
Today is your day
Your mountian is waiting
So get on your way
Dr suess
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 2:23 PM UTC