"ocassional" poems
With dreams comes nightmares , and thoughts come dreams , life is a dream is it not ? one day you won't wake up , are we even awake ? Is life just one big dream with the ocassional nightmare ? I mean you do make life the way you want it ..... Eventually .... But for now you just keep dreaming thinking everything is fine , untill .... One night you wake up to an old dream , an old memory , a sad memory you thought mabey was gone , s good sleep woken up by a great memory to be shattered into sadness when your eyes meet the day light , is the dream the best part of life , to see what you want what you used to have , love , touch , smell ,or is it the now the new views , people lifestyle , what is better people ask , the response its different , undiscribeable , just different , nothigng is that similar if anything at all new towns , new states , west and east , sunrise to sunset , the thoughts end the dreams , the goals and the memories , the past and the future are what make who you are from yesterday to today, the past is missed but the now is today so what will my next day bring , who knows but I'm excited for everyday !
Aug 29, 2013
Aug 29, 2013 at 4:09 AM UTC
Have you wished someone dead?
Self doesn't count.
Terminally ill don't count,
In fact, that may be construed as kind.
No. Someone vibrant, strong,
Sure and vain, like:
The relentless bully,
The cop at your door,
The ridiculing teacher
Who made you the fool.
The betrayer and rumour monger,
Your prosecutors, some persecutors,
An ocassional critic.
The machine voice,
The government,
The ****** and child molester,
The boko haram (all terrorists)
Even some family members,
But never your children.
Some on your own list.
Close your eyes and pick one
With a pin.
You can't wait for the uncertainty
Of Karma or God,
Or them to go to the devil.
You can't depend on toilets falling from planes,
Tornados dropping houses.
It's not illegal: half of us do it.
Billions believe it possible.
I envision driving the final nail myself.
At certain times, it's true,
I regret the absence of hell
With its gnashing, its unquenchable fires,
That burn without consuming:
The smelly, curling, shrinking flesh,
The bubbling of fat through skin,
Because sudden death
Just doesn't cut it.
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 1:03 PM UTC
The nerve endings under my skin
Scream at your every touch
Your hand brushes my neck
And on my cheeks a light blush
You bring your face closer to mine
I wait for your lips to make contact
Taking a deep breath pretending I'm fine
But really my heart is racing so fast
I'm very close to dying
My back against the wall
Your arms there to catch me if I fall
In one swift action
We are lips to lips
Hands pulling us hips to hips
Tongues taking ocassional dips
Into the well of each others mouths
And the weight crushing feeling
Can only be described with jumbled nouns
Which doesn't make any sense
Because my feelings in this moment
Are a complete and total mess
All I know for a fact
Is the fact that I want more
So with a graceful tact
We stumbled across the floor
As we made it to the bed
You whispered sweet nothing's into my ear
I don't remember what you said
But it drove away all my fear
And as you made love to me that night
I finally saw your soul in pure light
Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 7:02 PM UTC
The film just ended
and I am faithfully here,
waiting.
Independently of my dependence on you
and that now
I am not concerned about my concerns,
I wait, for your message
because I have sacrificed quite a bit
for such an uncertain reward as your love might be
—I almost wrote lofe—,
and waiting for a reply is a bit quieter.
I'm sure you must be busy,
I am busy too,
thinking 'bout you,
waiting
like I have been for months I guess,
till you realised that
I am not the only one in need of the other.
During this wandering,
'Have you answered?'
that's my ocassional wondering,
but I check, and you haven't.
Doesn't matter. I just wanted to write
while I wait. Somewhat patiently.
(Laughs)
However, it is close to 01:30, thus,
as said my role, Demetrius,
in our adaptation or version:
"I'm tired. I think I'll get some rest."
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 7:26 PM UTC
Today
The tears have managed to slip out
Bringing about the red eyes,
choked out cries
of what life is really like
Inside these four walls
At every corner
i cave
Knowing if i stand up
i will get slammed down
down to where i curl up
dead, still wishing for a better life
inside these four walls
I live in fear for tomorrow
Afraid i might finally have the courage
to press down deep enough
to expose the anger that runs through my veins
everyday
inside these four walls
Mother and father is what they call themselves
nuturing us with love and care
protecting us from the evil that is out there
but is there a difference from the evil out there
and the evil that is stained
on these four walls
Forced to play by their rules
We follow them blindly
even with the ocassional abuse
"you're not white" excuse
marks of bruises
that show our traditional ways of life
inside these four walls.
Crying is not allowed
no sugarcoating when we're down
we live only for your purpose
of control and possession
choices made under your disgretion
indide these four walls
it's all i've ever known
there's no place like home.
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 6:02 AM UTC
Once I soared with eagles
my guardian angel by my side.
Walking tall with confidence
caused my foes to run and hide.
I chose my battles carefully;
I picked the place and time.
If any son dared cross me
I knew his *** was mine.
I remember ocassional setbacks;
times when the going got rough,
but the things that should
only helped to make me tough.
I guess I thought there was a God.
I prayed once in a while,
but I knew I didn't need his help
to go an extra mile.
I rebelled against authority;
took all the freedom I could get.
I could not allow myself to lose a fight;
my *** ain't been kicked yet.
Needing victory in every duel
became my prison cell.
As I leaned hard against the wind
my soul set sail for Hell.
I didn't know it left me;
I didn't see it stray
Fighting one last battle,
it would just get in my way.
This battle was the hardest;
it took five years to win.
Revenge and anger were my weopens;
I wore them like a grin.
When the fight was nearly over
and victory was near,
I prayed to God," return my soul"
but He didn't seem to hear.
I'd look for without Him;
this heart that I had lost.
I'd win it back all by myself
no matter what the cost.
Now standing on the pinnicle,
I fearfully looked around.
My soul would not have come up here;
it's too far from hallowed ground.
Starting back down along the path;
frought with struggle and with strife,
I found I was decending through the
wreckage of my life.
While pawing through the ashes
of the bridges I had burned,
I found the charred remains
of all the lessons I had learned.
Confused and battle weary;
I could not tell wrong from right,
but I prayed that at the freefalls end
there might be truth and light.
Now I'm lying in the smoke and fire
at the crash site of my soul
peering out through Godless eyes
as a snake peers from his hole.
I should have had some warning;
a shot across my bow
but my spirit spiraled down and down
and look where I am now.
Like a marble in a funnel,
my soul spun 'round and down.
With a lack of positive energy
it finnaly hit the ground.
Now I'm at the bottom
With no way to go but up.
God, please give me the strength to feed
my soul;
your sacred wine to fill my cup.
This was the first poem I was ever able to
right. At age 56 it came to me in a dream and I got up and wrote it down.
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 12:17 PM UTC
Where once lay a palatial house
Today there lies the ruins of a desolated structure
A carnival of rust and dirt
Torn and tattered
A structure which was once filled with life
Is now worse than a corpse
Cobwebs and ghosts are it's inhabitants
A place where once children used to play
And every festival was celebrated with immense joy
Where on new year's eve the entire house used to be dressed up in lights
Where once the sun used to shine bright
Today at that place even the moon doesn't come out at night
The stars have long left that place
And faded away into oblivion
It's always dark there...never will you see any trace of light
A weird smell and an eerie silence that is what defines the house now
The ocassional passerby still sometimes looks at the house and wonders--how???
How could a structure so grand be reduced to this?
Just goes to show that no matter how grand,beautiful and powerful you might be
With the advent of time everything depreciates
Time catches up with everyone and everything
And once you enter the winter of your life
Slowly but surely
The blackhole of death pulls you towards it
Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 4:54 AM UTC
Muscles ache,
Exhaustion sets in
My head is in a bit of a spin
What is this Gym, where people partake?
I thought you said Gin for goodness sake!
Kettle bells, weight machines, deadman lifts
Grin and bare it, lift, lift, lift!
Treadmills, rowing machines, standing bikes
Keep going 30 secs on, 15 secs off is what we like!
Muscle men and woman showing their skills
Pushing heavy weights just for thrills
My Person Trainer is one of the best
Until it comes to putting me to the test
Then i dont like him very much
He keeps me going when i just want to give up
However he knows my goals
And i trust he will get me there
So for the moment i grin and bare
I will keep going to the Gym
And of course partake in the ocassional Gin :)
Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 1:34 PM UTC
A loving dog is an unmatched prize
unconditional devotion and unrivaled joy
highest pleasure in the smallest of treats
persistence with (ocassional) fearlessness
unmatched energy for short car rides
turning inside out in excess excitement
highest stretch for meat thought beyond reach
rarely without a glorious itch
A loving dog is an unmatched prize
and our loss unmatched at this, our last goodbye.
Jul 23, 2022
Jul 23, 2022 at 7:25 AM UTC
Lifes a chuckle and the jokes on you
Life can be trouble with the ocassional Cordeon bleu,
The ins and outs of who I'm I, and how do I relate to you?
A colidoscope of perceptions altered by cruel vices, how do I make amends with fresh blood on my hands. How do I love when I don't even hate?
slues of pornagraphy alter my thoughts. Existence can be ****** when you've seen so many ***** ***** Funny haha or funny dismiss? Laughing until the tension burns out and my mind sets off on a new route.
Does being strong make me a man? Doing situps until I'm responsible, what a joke as am I.
I'm really not quite sure whats happens when you die, but one things for **** sure you should try to enjoy the ride.
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 5:02 PM UTC
such is this dreary rainy week
cool numbness, yet not freezing
brisk winds flap the droplets
from young spring leaves
sun blinking from passing clouds
under this canopy I stand watch
waiting for a glimpse of you
sun's ocassional shadow of trees
plays on my mind, your voice
resonates, whispered trickery
so incomplete to mother earth
it seems, your footprints cease
who will tend to the ****** plants
caress with caring hands, nurture
will they bear their friut, alone
such are my thoughts on this
dreary rainy week, droplets
fall from my eyes, misty view
under this canopy,I stand watch
waiting for a glimpse of you
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 10:34 PM UTC
The mind wanders when one can't sleep.
Night sounds crescendo to shooting stars.
Dreamscapes under sheets are put on hold.
Lights twinkle from ocassional bridge traffic.
All because of a late cup of coffee and some girl time.
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 3:58 AM UTC
you speak in in terms of ocassional bias
pull me into your selfish emotions
then shun my heartfelt responses
were am I to go
this back and forth conversations
should even out at the middle line
yet that line bows in your favor
and poke at my eyes
were am I to go
take my heart upon your stake
and swallow it at your convenience
then toss it on the third rail
then I will know were I am to go
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 9:46 PM UTC
Life is like sand...the more you try to grasp it and hold it tightly in your fists,the more it keeps slipping through your fingers.Stop trying to plan,analyse and control each and every aspect of your life.At times it's best to just go with the flow.Let life be your guide for a while.Let it take it's own course...see it where it takes you and when you feel like you need to act and take matters into your own hand..do that...but unless and until that point arrives just experience and enjoy the ride of life.It will never be a smooth ride...there will be the ocassional bumps...but it's exciting and fun too.
Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 1:01 AM UTC