"pasing" poems
You are everything for me,
Why is it that I get distracted while your light is to beautiful not to see
Can you set me free ?
This world feels like a prison which becomes worse by time pasing by
I would be gone if I could fly....
But you made me without wings,
Bearing this and being patient might be one of your blessings
All glory be to you
Your love is all I need
I will try to purify each deed
For your majesty, so please free me from all greed,
I want to be righteous, your angel in human form
So that by just thinking of you, my heart stays pure, stays warm
In pleasure and happiness
And as long as you are pleased with me
My mission shall be
To make you happy
My joy and expansion are my shelter and my state and my cover
So make it light and truth which I discover
And turn me away from the unrighteous
All glory be to you
~ Umi
Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 2:15 PM UTC
A lit cigarette dangles from my lips,
I don't know how, I'm hanging on to the tip
Of the fliter, reflecting on the cynical sinner
That I see in the mirror, every day and every night
Stay calm, Obey the law, live an ordinary life
I'm just an ordinary guy with an extraordinary mic
Singin' all my songs while I'm in the limelight
But after the crowd disperses and the lights go off
Then I'm just a lonely pothead with a smokers cough
I'm not rich, no, I'm worryin about the cost
When eatin my next meal is like eating from a food trough
I laugh at the fact of a casket, For the one certainty
In life is that everybodys just food for the maggots
But There's certain truths you come to understand
In the middle of turning from a boy into a man
I've learned you gotta get to the top, or go to the grave
I refuse to go down without every man knowing my name
And you gotta do what you can to follow through with your dreams
I know that everybody is just bursting at the seams
With the ideas and beleifs thay've come to uphold
Pasing it on to the young from the teachers that were old
I'm spreading mine through my music and my writing
Wanna be the best at rhythm and my rhyming
So be yourself, and do you
Don't ever let anyone tell you what you can and can't do
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 11:19 PM UTC
Time is something that wonders by,
meaning nothing, but for our lives.
The great expanse,
the truth untold
It’s all eqations, so I’m told.
Time is someting I’d like to conquer,
in my body and mind,
I’d like to know what Einstein saw after Newton,
In Time.
I’d like to beat the fates at their game,
reveal Plato’s world of ever lasting.
Time came, it went and it’s coming,
it’s now and then and will be – but not forever, at least here.
it conquers death, and life.
Time after all is not concerned.
So time,
in mystery and rarefied symbolism,
Are you real or just conjured?
Parmenides had you for nought,
Explain the passing moment from now till then,
The change from what is to what isn’t makes the sense your illusion,
maybe you’re static and we’re just pasing,
percptions’ lie and conscious deception.
But, if you really do have dimension,
let it be revealed,
let me turn your hand to my creation,
and make what I haven’t from past sensation.
Sep 17, 2009
Sep 17, 2009 at 1:38 AM UTC
sitting here again ...life without the din
waiting for the future missing from the past
sitting here again..time just pasing time
wondered round the corner ..different path ,different life
sitting here again ..thinking of the future
thinking lifes regrets
sitting here again ..saddness next to sorrow
said i wished id said so many things
sitting here again..smiling at the loves
life has paid to me
children playing, lovers holding
life in perfect peace
Feb 25, 2011
Feb 25, 2011 at 4:56 AM UTC
Cocktail sadness
breaking through, the light is fading
so will you.
Wave at the ages pasing by
oh so slowly, feel and cry.
Another day gone in the making
you never remember the lists,
beach friends memories erode
nothing's left but words of old.
And you don't want that girl
your're only here for ***
and she just likes the way
you dance out that clumsy cigarette.
Nothing's there or present
so you try to write it down,
you wove a crown of feelings
but no flowers lye around.
Let's give it some meaning?
Let me find the luck,
Let's build a treehouse
out of all the dead stuff
Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 1:29 PM UTC
the lightning tonight, when it came
was hidden behind the clouds
like old fashioned flashbulbs
those boxy ones, we used to steal
and setoff under the bedsheets
the rain came and went
in a windblown front
pasing through without
taking the heat from the ground
just making the evening more humid
the thunder lived up to expectations
loud and growling at the world
but brief like a dog called to heel
now it has passed out to sea
and the water drips from the leaves
and the humidity continues to rise
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 7:54 AM UTC