"wishfull" poems
A dash of personality
Two teaspoons of wishfull thinking
A sprinkle of beauty
A sprits of humor
Is all you need
You'll fall in love an then you'll see
All you needed was a bit of conifidence
Of which you got from me
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 7:55 PM UTC
I head out at twilight
only to return each dawn,
wading the muddied waters
of my youth, and mysteries
of a history misremembered,
or wishfull, wistful memories,
wanting to revisit in dreams
those things that defy the laws
of physics, yet knowing I can't
go back, and each breath I take
reminds me forever of that fact.
Dec 1, 2016
Dec 1, 2016 at 8:45 PM UTC
filled with shades of yesterday
the river road's thick air labors
in my chest
as the intangable wall of
blind rage
strikes again and again in thoughts
too powerful for wishfull thinking to deny
fists clenched slamming down
on the ungiving pavement gives only
voice to the uselessness of this rage
it has neither reason or goal
it simplly bleeds thru awake mind
it simply breeds like a disease
an infection of the moral soul
with shades of rationalizations
they printed a book
and built a church to their
god of lies
and the misguided truths others hold as
a path of reason
*scape goat to their inadequacy
lambs to the slaughter the fresh recruits
stare in wide eyed wonder at the drawn blades
dont it look like nirvana when what your leaving behind
didnt wear such a sweet smile
some things will never change
they learned that in the great war
they learned that in the feilds of cambodia
the monsters feed and their
lips red with blood
...smile...
death is never frightened
its allways has a smile*
the river road far behind
but its taint lingers
as all evil men will
long after their due date
rotting in plain sight
but nobody can afford to strike the tent
and bury the corpse
after all he was a celebrated smile
he was a devil to dish the news
and loved to lend a helping hand
but only if that hand held a blade
*if i had only closed my eyes
if i had only turned my back
i would not be here today
wither that be a good thing or nay
waits in the wings*
get me out of here
May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 3:58 PM UTC
The lines of life,
and dreams are blurred,
when desire rules,
and freedom speaks,
riddles if the day,
water of the wishfull well,
that spills into the now,
yesterday's regrets will stray,
and drift through passions sleeps,
bells ring mellifluous tombs,
that teach us where we go,
what happens when tomorow comes
none of us can know.
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 7:51 AM UTC