Give me a method and I will convey it
it... my innermost feelings
Give me a minute and I will explain it
that I'm afraid of myself every day.
Give me a pen and I will write it
there is a side of me that I don't like
Give me a keyboard and I will type it
that love is one reason I am around.
Give me a reason... you.
the method of poet changes.
One day ago I was scared
Jealousy overcome me
Hatred within me
You said to forget
Jealously overcome me
Hatred within me.
My reason stated now
Myself be crazy
Only two things keep me around
Thing number one
The love I feel for and by you
The words inscribed on the line above
Have no true meaning about this poem, about a dove.
This dove, true white, be not of dirt,
Because the whitest of white, is known from birth.
From the beginning of time, to the end of all Peril,
The dove makes its way, to marinate the marrow.
With eyes wide open, and wonders so true,
And endless militant, the sky is so blue.
Wonders be great, yet wanders the mind,
And traveling beyond your limits, sublime.
Atrocities kept quiet, beneath one's sight,
Truly no act was commited, with no fight.
Lies have been heard, and lies have been seen,
Lies are not true, if the grass is green.
The fibers o
My words to help.
My words to yell.
No more to gain.
My words again.
My help unseen.
My happiness reborn.
My words are my help.
A noise appears to catch my attention at night.
A silhouette is seen between sight and the light
A strange call beyond my attention so near
A silhouette is split between sight and fear.
I call out a name that gathers no response.
I spend my nights thinking
Thinking endless thoughts of you
My days go by slowly
I come home at night to cry
I've rediscovered a passion
And I want to share with you
My dreams, My thoughts, My every whim
To explore our muzzled truth
I cannot tell a lie was said
I follow this chosen path
Not a day or night or morning goes by
Without renewing my youth
I recall our first kiss and love
And wish upon my stars
To heal our cuts and build our strength
To build our life true
I think of you an intimate course
No reason for dismay
Don't sketch our future or re-live the past
A premature past expense
I renew my passion for written word
Do not always believe what you hear
Intruders control your thoughts and wonders
Entering static messages of their own
Incumbent releases what you need behold
To see an immediate world unsowed
Policies change the matter
At least thoughts perceive it so
Welcome open minded zombies
Bringing now news into the snow.
Create the world of misconception
With lies, thought to be true
Actions are kept silent within the masses
Forever doubting who speaks the truth.
Parties have long failed announce a leader
To bring together what rhymes with corn
Do not leave alone they who matter
Give them pride to forget the scorn.
Release the truth in
Sometimes a perfect mind arrives
Thoughts of purity
Welcome ideas of splendor
A sound decision
A break with tradition
Open your eyes
Open your mind
Take in reality
As it plays its plot
Notice the dirty nails
The tears of pain
Joy of pain
Jubilance in song
Beauty in a glass slipper
An end that finds one
Technology can arrest a mind
Quit advancement of mind
Open your eyes
Avoid being guided
Make decision of own
My dreams, aspire
Change with life
As needs resolve
Expand and open
If once, stop growing
You leave yourself behind
If once, stop thinking
You leave your soul behind
You don't continue to grow
And guarantee one thing
No change in your life
As the worlds changes around you
I'm sorry, but I can't leave myself behind
I have to continue
The world turns
Seasons change within themselves
Nothing is ever the same
I change because situations warrant
My life today is different
Fumblings of an old blind man, the fool.
Lined in order and rank
Men seek guidance from the wise
Men you fight for the honor of village
Men you fight for the honor of women
Wives, daughters, and maidens
I have not seen this battle
But I expect well comings
March valiant knights, pages and squires
Protect our land and honor of home
Be gone men, be gone and bring victory
Passed week, restless dream or vision
Old man wakes, the vision of dismay
A calling to women to bring bad tidings
Ladies, I beg your attention
A vision I have seen and many tears it will bring
The men of this village will die in a moment
No survival of family n
I am the worst nightmare
I am the best dream
Walking into this world
And hearing you scream
Temperament of the wicked
In place, does not escape
Mild mannered gentleman
Enplane, with no trace
Tell you what about me
To learn you would cry
And try to bring peace
To a world decried
The world is not perfect
Of these things I must speak
Because I am the one
One who pleasures in speech
Speech not of sound
But of written prose droning
Cancel the meter
I have no hope of going
Back to through the ages
And meeting those poets
Who inspire desire
In an unknowing puppet
I am the pauper king
I am the pied piper