Some hold out hope
Others give up for dead,
Some believe in miracles
More proclaim free will.
Some expecting disappointment
Find regret instead,
Others wait for Luck's return
In broken pieces, still.
Some in line against the wall
Wait with vacant eyes,
Some with kids who won't shut up
Just look down and sigh,
Too many end their
days the same way
We first arrive.
Dead hopes and broken miracles,
Our televisions thrive.
Martial Teacher Dec 2017
She had been there when no one else was
I gave her a false hope
And than silently killed it
A pathetic man
Who received love
From someone who was always there
She held my heart in the darkest of times
Listened to my choked voice
As tears endlessly fell from my eyes
Like a rainfall after a long drought.

The bitterness turned my heart black
I felt fear of loving someone
Only to lose them again
All this time
All i wanted was to share happiness
With someone again
Yet i cannot move on
From the fears of once again
Losing someone who means the world to me.

Everyday i tell myself
What i'm feeling for her is one big lie
A delusion to forcefully shut myself into darkness
Love it's so beautiful
But as beautiful as it is
It can kill just as easily
Slaughtering all your feelings
And than leaving you to remain
As an empty shell of who you once were
Forever damned by love
Your fear of it grows and grows
Solace remains hidden
In the night life
Deathlessly wandering.

A masquerade of emotions
Causes one to lose their self
Stare into the forbidden fruit
The necter falls
And the intoxication
Can't help but drag your attention
Ambushed by what's been long lost
The inferno takes her away
The crimson outline is all that remains
In dreams to haunt
All of this plays through my head
My heart sours
And i continue to run away
From all these emotions i feel.
to split needs intertwined
and watch them unravel
within others
lit flames in shut eyes
mouths move and
make no sound but
lay bare the speech
of the heart

to be so honest
with you that i
am desperate to
create new secrets
but i cannot come up
with anything you
don't already
know
mars
She moves with
      Grace
The Gracious meeting in denial
He's the baron of beef delicious side
Reproduction picture full slide
The most
   Casual face

Met the eternal masterly
    Artist face
Saying Oh! Grace
The other side of midnight
     Mask Face
She could overjoy anyone's
Heart in the right place
    Deceiving Face

The miracle of love principles
Such skepticism could it be overjoyed realism

But a hell of a time with heavenly bliss
What a shock when he gave me my kiss
His Crooked face to longevity nose
Hiding place A-Rose

Beachy trance-set face

Highlands of Scotland,
anybody would want her
     *Joyful face


He's the baronial
Secluded caves but risky dives
The turn only If?? I
could turn back the time
The events strictly
confidential

Her apple cheeks bathing suit
He is picking her fruit
So soothing the fiddle
Tinman whistles the ladies harps

Their medieval moment's help!!!
The swords  bust to his manly chest
Sleeping Inn New castle west
Their best bedrest

The cupboards open overjoyed
invitation decorative cans
Of greens, pinks, purple passion

And flourless chocolate cakes
Powdered lips love his reaction

She was seductively awe-inspiring
The top hills of Ireland grass
vividly raised her legs
The bowl next to her
The Rose blush wines
Bare it Fruit and figs

The baronial tug of war wigs

Melodious birds the
Grand One
The thousand piano words
Overjoyed but
under the {Baronial} weather

So lordly new threads tailored
White-collared
carpenter pants
Men of the herds
She's the
Caron French boutique

There sexual desires
The creature within
Wildly mating like critiques

Her perfumes so extinct
mysteriously
Overjoyed her heart
So cultured violin strings
Dollhouse Castle to restore
With her unique touches,
he wanted more

The steps tiring like a killed deer
every muscle he could hear

Over elaborating how people are dating
With a  stamped from the very
heart  approval
But hard times such laboring
Sitting in her
overjoyed chair
His face all Scrooged
no gifts of flowers
What are the odds of this pair

Over and over again her rainbow
her sensitivity we need longevity
The  endless walls are caving in
We are not so overjoyed by
this monster garden
She had her first breakdown
Going up the
Jack and Jill Ireland hill
In the longtime what long run
Way too short
It didn't come from above

The vintage oldtimer
radios sitting
together with
family listening
so long ago
So commercialized
The crazy shows
Where do you really want to go,
you just want to shut everything off

He called her the powder puff
Waiting for the nocturnal star
Those scrubs and hot rubs shower
Over my knee-high boots so in
love cahoots

Oh! It's her
The smart student
Owl Hoot whats to boot
Eating her shepherd's pie
so lordly full lips word-me
Ireland Holy Land
of love and beauty

Overly scrupulousness
The time of blessings

But the baronial loved to be
overly entertained
And she would sit there  
Blue-blooded royal dishes
Got flushed away no wishes

Oversimplification
Like the hardest love
of multiplication
The sexual overstimulation
Over embellished
But you're still positive
overjoyed
But why did she
want to vanish

Over-programming
    Web-Face
Destroyed her
Apple jubilee computer

Spiritual Zen
Or new lover Amen
Ever touched by Ireland maidens
Like the crimson and clover
I do believe in the
Four leaf clover Face

Like the only thing she picked
were the weeds
More beauty of life and deeds
Or tons of sorrow wondering
how she
would feel tomorrow?
We will never know
Overjoyed by so many things have the beauty Ireland is amazingly beautified or everything feels unnecessary gloomy or horrified you rather pick of ripe blueberry or cherry or blackberry living like your in the castle being summoned on by the Scrooged type Baron
joeblow May 10
being young
I wrote about the days and such, how they felt,
boring stuff,
the stars, the moon,
and far too much about myself,
and never knowing when enough's enough
I kept on about the emerald sea,
the wild wind,
and all the best and worst of me,
why not?
there wasn’t that much to it truth be told.
I wrote about when I first met her too,
I wrote about how I loved her,
the life we led together,
the kids and the house and the money
and where it all went,
and I wrote about losing her,
those last days, after the cancer wiped her out,
after a lifetime together,
how beautiful she still was and how it tore me to pieces,
and then I stopped writing,
that pretty much shut me up.
but now, quite unexpectedly, I've met you,
which is something I never saw coming,
and I thought I might like to write again, or try,
a poem about miracles perhaps,
or even spring rain,
nothing too grandiose,
something simple, un-obtuse,
easy to explain.
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