"ramblin" poems
My words have just been ramblin',
I left the rhyming state of mind.
The ace of spades is gamblin',
but the rabbit's now on time.
Elevator going down,
catching buses to the sound.
How do I know that I am late?
Time exists in spite of fate.
We're racing, now, against the clock
in circles, 'round the spokes.
I've forgotten how the ticking tocks,
for the gears have been long broke.
Darlin', won't you take my hand?
They're try'na pull you under and
together we can leave this land,
but you must know just where you stand.
-
This shortcut leads to trouble,
but you'll get there on the double.
Bad ideas, I've had a couple;
my shattered thoughts within the rubble.
Broken fragments of my mind,
my fate's aligning just in time.
To the past, I'm disinclined;
looking down an uphill climb.
-
You're sending me a message
about the faithfulness of love;
the white rabbit left me breathless,
I still don't know what you speak of.
"I chose you, please choose me, too?"
I'm running, but I don't know what to.
I've fallen down the rabbit's hole,
into a world without console.
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 6:02 PM UTC
You attack me with words
But I'm the bite to your bark
You can talk the talk
While I walk in the dark
I'll show the world and ignite the spark
Because that's what you get when you try swimming with sharks
Now here you go ramblin blaming me again
Telling me how crazy I am in the head
All these lies you've fed
The pride you shed
When you've found out from you fake *** friends that I wound up dead
How I've bled for you and blamed myself
Grabbed the razor and your scarf and done hung myself
How I hated myself
How I've betrayed myself
Lied and cut the nose off my face just to spite myself
So when you've ripped out my heart I hope you keep it showcased on your trophy shelf
I hope after seeing your good work that you'll be proud of yourself
I won't fight back
Ill let you cut me up
Gag me with a sock just to shut me up
While you cut off my limbs so I can't do jack
Bleeding out while you continue to attack
So clean off your blade and whistle while you work
Writing all these threats in your nice little book
Then give it back to me and I'll give back a smirk
Now the whole world will see how you've gone crazy and berserk
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 6:18 PM UTC
Packed away
fr fr from a speeding bullet
a night time bmx ride to the beach and back again
and again
she's in here
too far too fearless for you to survive this warmth
i'm not souless, just a girl in love
i made me own way here
there is no taxi cab awaiting my drunken ramblin
i am good in bed
i am happy for you
i fell apart a long time ago, ago, ago
i hear YOU scream
i am not that person long ago
you all fell in love with me
and it really it was not me
i decieved you with the cut of my jib
with the line of my skin
deep beauty within
ha hahaha hahahaaaaaa
i will have you
i won't want you
i won't want you
you drunk too much
you take far too much speed to be a queen
la la laaaa la alaaaa
you don't know this but it was not me
whisper me sweet nothings
i've been hurt before,
**** it,
they are nothing compared to you
my bittersweet tears were cried when i left you there
i left myself in your bed
and i knew you would hear me
and dream of me calling your name
i am a pill you hate to swallow
some nidnight ****
you begged and borrowed
to be happy....
are you such a thing?
no methinks not
and you know i know this
and i am in love with you
so deep, so hard i have fallen
2 hours was all it took
2 months was all it took
my world exploded in your hands
you couldn;t handle me
you could not handle this....
i am a cyclone of astute proportions
too much for your shallow heart to bear
and yet i am here
too much far gone
i am her shadow
the beat of her drum
the second glance of her dance moves
she looks at me...
and i can not look away
i knew before i met her
i knew when she got in the car
i knew before i met her
and **** me....
thats all i have to say
Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 6:32 PM UTC
Some nights. I see your blue eyes in my sleep. Not nightmare, yet not good sleep. Staring deep into my soul. Caressing dreams in and out, like a ramblin man singing the blues. I cannot awake with you there. My mind, my soul takes the torture in some masochistic fashion. I cannot look away for it is all our fault. You are dead, an eternal child. Never to know the woe of this world, and yet never to know the love of a woman, the love of life. I'm sorry there was nothing we could do, we tried we tried we tried. Looking straight into my eyes with yours, I saw myself in the grey blue as life faded. I saw my future my past and my present. Those eyes almost perfect copies of my own. I write this to you as amends as apology. I will never forget that day, I will never forget your eyes. I will never forget your death.
Nov 9, 2012
Nov 9, 2012 at 9:12 AM UTC
Many compositions for all men,
once were found near granite stones.
Many songs
were tied to Rose Hill Cemetery.
Then, travels on a Wind Bag, ended
on the Farm, and became famous.
Wrote Ramblin' and got higher then ever seen for
Southern men who encompassed black and white,
so, did never exemplify the South,but two returned,
because of motorbikes,
and now lie side by side:
recomposing,
at Rose Hill Cemetery.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 9:35 PM UTC
Farther along we'll know all about it
Farther along we'll understand why
Cheer up my brothers, live in the sunshine
We'll understand this, all by and by
Tempted and tried, I wondered why
The good man died, the bad man thrives
And Jesus cries because he loves em' both
We're all cast-aways in need of ropes
Hangin' on by the last threads of our hope
In a house of mirrors full of smoke
Confusing illusions I've seen
Where did I go wrong, I sang along
To every chorus of the song
That the devil wrote like a piper at the gates
Leading mice and men down to their fates
But some will courageously escape
The seductive voice with a heart of faith
While walkin' that line back home
So much more to life than we've been told
It's full of beauty that will unfold
And shine like you struck gold my wayward son
That deadweight burden weighs a ton
Go down into the river and let it run
And wash away all the things you've done
Forgiveness alright
Farther along we'll know all about it
Farther along we'll understand why
Cheer up my brothers, live in the sunshine
We'll understand this, all by and by
Still I get hard pressed on every side
Between the rock and a compromise
Like the truth and pack of lies fightin' for my soul
And I've got no place left go
Cause I got changed by what I've been shown
More glory than the world has known
Keeps me ramblin' on
Skipping like a calf loosed from it's stall
I'm free to love once and for all
And even when I fall I'll get back up
For the joy that overflows my cup
Heaven filled me with more than enough
Broke down my levee and my bluff
Let the flood wash me
And one day when the sky rolls back on us
Some rejoice and the others fuss
Cause every knee must bow and tongue confess
That the son of god is forever blessed
His is the kingdom, we're the guests
So put your voice up to the test
Sing Lord, come soon
Farther along we'll know all about it
Farther along we'll understand why
Cheer up my brothers, live in the sunshine
We'll understand this, all by and by
JOSH GARRELS
Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 5:22 PM UTC
The difference between work & play Is not that much.
It’s the difference between getting’ ***** & doin’ ***** deeds
Ramblin’ on long old roadtrips, old oaks,
And whatever happens in between
We tell odes
The difference between work & play is not that much
It’s the difference between broke bank accounts,
And boring accountants
Scrapin’ a little off the top here and there
To splash into Bitcoins
You’re still broke
But no longer boring
The difference between work and play
Lies in what makes ones days
And different amounts of up and downs
And days gone unmade,
Its not how its played
Its how one has lived
Remember you are living when you work
So button up plaid shirt,
and go chop wood
in the dirt,
And let writing this poem go
And Let there be a sequel waiting tomorrow
heal the pain of having no money to play with in the working world
Only words.
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 1:28 PM UTC
my hair's getting long, love
about as long as you would have liked
long enough to pull and squeeze
when we shared our kaleidoscopic bliss at night
people i haven't seen in a while
all have something to say
"hey man, i didn't know that was you!" they joked
last night as i set up my gear on stage
i'm glad you asked me to grow it, my fallen love
it's getting to the perfect length;
long enough to make me invisible
but long enough to give me strength
you see i always wanted to be a ninja
wear the ponytail of a samurai
i always thought it would just be cool
but last night i discovered why:
so i can be invisible to your love, my dear
like a ninja in the night
my hair will guide me right past you
without getting caught in the light
i'll slip right through your fingers
as my hair would slip through yours
using every new millimeter of every follicle
to remind me how long I can be strong for
the next time i see you, sweet dream
you won't even recognize me, i pray
i can only hope my heart won't be made of stone,
and just maybe
you'll be in the mood to talk to strangers that day
Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 11:59 AM UTC
I got a gypsy heart, and i don't know where i'm going,
but i know where to start.
right here, right now, all i am for all you are.
Keep my ramblin feet moving,
i pray one day one can ramble with me,
catch up or never fall behind,
i got major love, but i just cant stay more than tonight.
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 8:56 PM UTC
Long roads take us nowhere
but to the same place, sun and air.
Home again in a stranger land
Stranger than the mountain lair
Scorn it some, then call it home...
Taste the salty layer.
Waves crashing in the air.
Breathe in the earthen ruin.
Rivers roaring over rocks.
Ramblin' on down the roads,
Numbers and unknown names..
****** with beauty for eternity
these sunsets, these moon rises..
You go somewhere you know for new surprises,
leave with nothing more than what you came with.
Just a change of scenery, just a new sound.
Find a place where you belong
or just ramble on
Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 9:08 PM UTC
Howling in the early morning streets of eternity! looking, well I’m always looking for something and maybe I’ve already found it, yet I still search, for there is still so much that I don’t see. Sounds greedy you say? When it comes to life and soaking up every droplet of her flowing water I don’t believe such a word as greed exist. I’m ready for my feet to take me where my mind already is….paradise. I’d watch a flower grow if it was going to teach me something, maybe patience that thing I can’t seem to possess. I look out my window and see the same things I’ve seen for 23 years, man what a drag…puff, puff, (woman blankly smokes a cigarette, I wonder if she knows she’s in my view as I give the world my ramblin’ sermon of the soul) I’d like to walk the earth one day without any conventional way of living, just digging the eyes of splendid lost souls whom all move wearily throughout their blank existence. We all share that same internal struggle yet most don’t talk about it, but I will. I look at my love, enchanting brown sunflower that she is and sometimes she looks so lost, troubled by the words and perception of man. I pray fervently that one day she’ll take off her mask of uncertainty and let the universe bask in her gracefulness. When will people learn that the most important element of life is happiness, I think it’s a word seldom understood.
Apr 21, 2012
Apr 21, 2012 at 6:48 AM UTC
**** life, I feel like death. I feel like dyin. Tired of sighin. Fed up with continuously fruitlessly tryin. Really high and im flyin. Cant stay up forever. Still though, ill never stop smokin, no never. Im too real to stay or be sober, thats how it feels. Burn my own flesh sometimes, just to feel. Into shadow shards I peel. On blistered and ****** knees I kneel. For this life is too heavy.
Words are wind and we are dirt. With disaster I flirt. ********* mother nature just to watch her squirt. Boiling tsunamis and enormous hurricanes. Breathing lava veins, losses but no gains. Im starving stains, water as it floods and drains. Im pain as it pours and maims.
Winter words and summer birds all call to me wonderfully. Woeful discontented rage never vented. Running in dry rivulets out of my gaping eye sockets. No skeletons in my closet, but there ARE dripping molding bones stuffed into my pockets. Lined with self loathing. My very favorite style of clothing.
Ill ramble and roll right on. Rollin and ramblin. Bettin and gamblin all of my hope away. If I were you I would bet against me. Trees and tears raised me. Look, see? Ive got bark for skin and my confidence is thin. I would write more. But I would not know how, when, or where to even begin.
Mar 19, 2012
Mar 19, 2012 at 11:12 PM UTC
Well Old Hank said it best
When he said,
"I'll never get out of this world alive"
I keep telling myself
"Self, you'll do just fine
As long as you keep on keeping on
And keep on gettin by"
But at some point
I'm bound to break
And I won't be as strong at the broken places
Like Hemingway once wrote.
I'll crumble and wither away
A pile of dusty bones on the street corner
Beneath a hookers stilettos
The wind will come and blow
I'll be a ramblin man then,
I'll be a highwayman then,
I'll be everywhere then man...
Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 4:42 PM UTC
When I'm alone with my dog Buddy
My lonely nights could not be sadder
So I ride my motorcycle
Through rain & cold, it doesn't matter
Ramblin' down ole Dixie Highway
The cold feels like sunny weather
My head is soaring in the wind
And my heart's light as a feather
There are 2 times I feel happy now
In case you haven't got a clue
It's when you're comin' down to me
And when I'm comin' up to you
Just to reach you & to kiss you
Did you hear my motorcycle roar?
But my waiting keeps on lingering
While I'm knockin' on your door
I'm here knockin' on your door
Open up and let me in now
Can't you hear me loud & clear?
Don't you know I came to love you
Just to hold you, I am here
It's cold, I'm feeling weary now
Don't wanna be standin' here no more
But then she warmed up my heart
When she came and opened up that door
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 5:30 PM UTC
There once was a man
who lived on down da bayou
went crabbing for his amors etouffee but before he got to dat bayou
he picked up his bon amigo
then dey headed down highway 41
Well the trip was going smooth
as the wind be blowin til they stopped at the station for some pane upon arriving to dat station it was being robbed for its payment and now they got a 3rd in company
Its been a long time coming, who dat cajun running, said he must've lived on down the road. Ain't stopped for no crawdads ya know they dont know where dey at, the ole creole man be ramblin again. Dey been back and forth, up and down, fought like a mule, acted a clown, dont think dey known theys right from left. Mason jar of daniels, open road in the high beams. Ain't no telling the cajun man's dream and his podners sceme.
May 20, 2019
May 20, 2019 at 4:19 AM UTC
im the rambling kind. i just keep ramblin on
i cant settle down come morning ill be gone
heading down the road guitar strapped on my back
jump on board a train head on down the track.
find a bar or two get my guitar and play
sing some country songs maybe get some pay
meet some different people i never met before
hit the road again move on along once more.
to another place in some other town
play again once more till the sun goes down.
get myself some sleep for an hour or two
ramble on once more like i always do.
with my rambling ways that makes me so free
wakes my rambling soul there inside of me
with a life of freedom. is what i like the best
sets my spirit free puts my mind at rest
thats the way it is. i guess its meant to be
the rambling in my soul its a part of me
im the rambling kind. i just keep ramblin on
i cant settle down come morning ill be gone
jump on board a train head on down the track
moving on again . dont know if ill be back
with my restless ways there inside of me
im the rambling kind and will always be
Jul 27, 2019
Jul 27, 2019 at 8:43 AM UTC
Making my way down the road
in a story yet to unfold
Dogs started barking, so I sat down
and kicked off my shoes
Stranger say, "Boy ya carry quite load"
is the journey worth it's weight in gold?
So I picked up my guitar
and started singing the blues
----------------------------------------------------
I been on this road so long,
can't remember quite where it began.
I held on this guitar so hard,
now it's my only friend.
Well, I been ramblin' up and down,
trying to find an end.
I aint been Home
sense I can't remember when.
-------------------------------------------------
Been all over this country, coast to coast,
more times than I can count.
Playin' guitar, drinkin' and a fussing,
trying to find my way out.
I started out at the bottom, not a penny to my name,
and let the world do their best.
I came here with nothing,
and I still got most of it left.
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 6:32 PM UTC
the long street
the night time ramblin ***** of a wind
ripping thru my tattered ego
(memories of 1966 san fransisco
not-withstanding)
.......
"where the f---k ARE you!"
(i scream)
..
some song!
(the only one left!)
it offers little solace
now that every single child
in the whole wide world is in pain
or dyin ugly somewhere
-----
(simply because you do not care
dont mean a thing)
--
so here we are!
.
DECISION TIME AGAIN
so here we are!
.
yeah
it's us
right here
----------
the ***** rags dont cover
the tattered flesh
the tattered flesh dont cover
the shattered heart
the shattered heart dont muffle
the enraged mind
OH NO!
......
it has just started
and it gets worse from here
..........
..........
the softest dream in the world!
it cant soothe me anymore
and i dont want it to
....
i want to be here
DECISION TIME
and some already been made
..
1966........?
san fransisco is gone
berekely is now a "school"
REVOLUTION?
what once was a luxury
is now a necessity
and all your fears are real
and the devils are here
and rule the world
..
except for me an my friends
.
one of which i hope is you
.....
the
the long street
the endless night
the cold wind
the
dyin child in pain
and
me and you
right here
.
yeah
AND ME AND YOU
RIGHT HERE
Oct 26, 2011
Oct 26, 2011 at 6:03 PM UTC
The helpless homosapien
creature of habit, and routine
A simple life of complex things
provide highs lows and lives completely fluctuating
Continuity that continually
Empties its energy in search
Of equilibrium
My Rambling mind
Doesn’t break or wreak time
It just rotates it
Resolves all problems with questions
Curiosity is questionable
Contemplate curiosity and questions some other time
Before you revolve and resolve
And your mind reminds you
Of something….
You
completely forgot
what it means
to have a ramblin’ mind
My Rambling mind
Doesn’t break or wreak time
It just rotates it
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 1:38 PM UTC
The enchantment of it all
That is what we all search for
The swooning, the fluttering
The capturing of that which is insubstantial
We spend hours, day, weeks
Imagining the perfect half
Yet I ask
Is that love?
Love is more than an ideal
It is culmination of two souls
Not to be their savior
But an equal partner
Who will walk through the darkness
Into the light that is their lives, together
I ask the fated angel when will it come
Anxiously waiting for the coming days
Alluding as the this unattainable feeling is
Its still manages to give me the rough and tumble
That's what it is
That's why we fight for it
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 2:24 AM UTC
When these
Three
Words are said,
There's
Many thoughts
Inside my
Head
So out of respect,
Not thinking
You're
Correct
"I don't know"
Not made a
Definitive
Conclusion,
Sorry to cause
Confusion
"I don't know"
Some take offence,
Time to
"Get off the fence"
But life
Is
Long,
Pondering
The mystery
Of The
Song
The tune can
Lead you
Anywhere,
Eventually I'll
Get
There.
Song- Hank Williams, “Ramblin’ Man”
Sep 12, 2024
Sep 12, 2024 at 4:57 PM UTC
Paint chips and coffee grounds keep me awake at night.
The lonely, baggy-eyed stranger with sight wary for headlights.
Great murderer of self and carrier of glad tidings for dogs.
With nose stained color of Earth and eyes stained color of rain.
Only one mother.
Only one father.
One in the same as by all.
Elbows cut deeply by Ida's scratch.
Ego cut deeper than that.
Empty space, gimme, gimme, gimme.
Wilting flowers on family room tables leave everything humble as hell,
while the dog takes everything for granted.
Familiar shapes and sounds threaten humanity while everything else
quietly changes.
One golden band on your middle-finger while ring-finger smiles.
She who understands the bite of rain on spring-stained fields.
The riot of March rain swings through the hills and into the orchard.
Ma and Pa are getting soaked, I bet.
Feet trampin' through mud and straw for many foggy miles.
They let me believe in the wet-winged discovery of truth.
This truth, the low neon light of lowlife bars while red-lipped German
girls beckon from cigarette breaks in the distant corners of the world.
I cried for your brother under a bright red light after the *** and coke had done me in.
When I awoke the next morning, I took a train to the Amersee to make sure that there was a church that I could get drunk inside of.
Please, please, please let there be a girl in the Alps wearing cowboy boots.
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 4:26 PM UTC
I got a ramblin' rider,
She's gotta keep moobin and groobin.
But she starved my alligator
And stole my billirubin.
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 3:26 PM UTC
im the rambling kind. i just keep ramblin on
i cant settle down come morning ill be gone
heading down the road guitar strapped on my back
jump on board a train head on down the track.
find a bar or two get my guitar and play
sing some country songs maybe get some pay
meet some different people i never met before
hit the road again move on along once more.
to another place in some other town
play again once more till the sun goes down.
get myself some sleep for an hour or two
ramble on once more like i always do.
with my rambling ways there inside of me
the way i was born way i was meant to be
with a life of freedom. is what i like the best
sets my spirit free puts my mind at rest
thats the way it is. i guess its meant to be
the rambling in my soul its a part of me
im the rambling kind. i just keep ramblin on
i cant settle down come morning ill be gone
jump on board a train head on down the track
moving on again . dont know if ill be back
with my restless ways there inside of me
im the rambling kind and will always be
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 3:24 PM UTC