Thank you very much for the response. I appericate all comments, good and bad, and as of late, I havent had a lot other than A few of the same people.(by the way, I appericate them very much). I am always happy to see other new responses, so if anyone else reads this, let me know what you think. Thank you sarcasmo, you made my day.

If I had a stone and kept it,
I'd have a stone to see,
If I had a stone and threw it,
A memory it would be.

To have things and to keep them,
tis true we hold on tight,
To find the joy in giving,
It makes my heart shine bright.

A stones throw from another,
We sometimes can forget,
The beauty of a smile,
A friend we havent met.

A hand extended to someone,
Can help them out indeed,
The love expressed through open arms,
The planting of a seed.

Sticks and stones are tough sometimes,
But words are stronger still,
A kind word shared today perhaps,
May help a heart to heal.

Darkness sneaks across the sky and steals the lighted way
I lay here and I think of thoughts, that I had today.

The noise is like the rustling leaves,
It sneaks in through my eaves,
The ghosts of things I feel inside,
I try somehow to hide.

They wake me in the night and say,
Get up you cannot lay,
Nows the time to do the thing
That will make you feel well.

I listen quite intently,
Their words seem to make sense,
I ponder whats in store for me,
Although I feel quite dense.

The ghosts are growing stronger,
Their words I want to heed,
But when the day starts coming round,
They make a softer sound.

As day is here and I'm awake,
I'll try to take a clue,
Ghosts are trying to help me,
To make my world less blue.

The wind brought with it smells today
Memories of my younger day

The horse I rode was swift and strong
Them days I thought I did no wrong

We galloped thru the fields of grass
The time went by and now it's past

Today my horse is dead and gone
But memories of her still live on

Cinnamon is what we called that mare
A beauty with long crimson hair

I rode around and life felt so free
I learned what it was to be me

Now I'm older with more sense
I think I'll buy a house and fence

I'll look to find another horse
And ride until I'm old, of course

Riding gets me high you see,
I want to find the other me

The one who smiles and laughs a lot
Like when I was a little tot

The sweat drips off my brow as the salt's burning my eyes
The heat intense as crawling to my grave
The wind won't blow or clouds don't come
The light is fire when I run
I see a lake of molten lava
Liquid hell is where I swim
The days are longer when I burn
Melting is the only cure

The herd is heard when in a herd,
the voice of many comes as one.

Hard to hear the herd however,
when the herd becomes broken.

Searching to be different somehow,
herded together all as one.

Cause indifferent to the herded,
long as the cause is the one.

Fighting for the right to be heard,
winning soothe's the angry herd.

I heard a song and it brought me back,
to a place of hard hoarding.

Herding sheep or hoarding herrings,
all's the same when we are one.

When I find the cause worth fighting,
you'll have heard I joined the herd.

As for now I think I'm different,
different as the other one.

Breezy feeling coming on,
softly as a summer day
Rainy days they make me smile,
floating all my cares away
Warm reflections of a time,
when I wandered all alone.

Smiling brightly when I see,
a girl with the eyes of blue
Sighing with a sound of gladness,
as the sunset looks so new
Holding hands with my small child,
thankful that I had a few
Walking with a dog that loves me,
through bad times and good ones too.

Thinking of the gift god gave me,
when he helped me to meet you
As the night is drawing nearer,
Slumber calls me to its door
As I dream I feel contentment,
knowing I want nothing more.

I'm not sure I could follow that 'herd' one, but I liked it for some reason. Keep it up!

Jaded as a crimson rose, feeling lost and down
Onery as a curling snake, bitten once to often
Sorrow seems to hold me tight, tightening my grip
Kicking cats might be some fun, then I know I'm blue
When my thoughts turn to hurting, hurting I am in
Pitiful and dejected feeling, as my tears subside
Tired and worn throughout my bones, sleeping doesnt work
Wistful wretched wreck I am, wreaking gloom around
Misery reaks all around, rainclouds hover over
Drowning in a ocean full, low tide trickles in
Drizzley droopy dingy day, won't the night take over
Alack alas I grumble softly, Jaded as a rose

Thanks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

When the ocean lay calm waiting for the trade winds to blow, its currents beneath still flow. And when the air finally reaches the the these calms, The ocean itself has already moved on, it just looked still on the surface. For the fury of the ocean's true power is to continue moving, although it can look calm and tranquil.

The ship glides smoothly across the oceans calm, docking at ports on the way. The ship belongs here for it is this it was made, knowing no other way home. The ocean can toss or destroy this small ship, with help from the wind and the rain. The destiny of this sailing ship was all done, from the time it was concieved. The beauty of sinking and becoming as one, is all that the ship has in mind. The tragedy of ships that return to the shore, dying land locked is quite sad. The ocean was made for the ships to belong, and the ships for the ocean to have. The wind can be friend or a foe yes indeed, It's left to itself to decide. When the time comes for the ship to reside, and live in a watery grave, who is the one that can choose this ships fate, or is it we who decide?

Today I walked along the beach

Alone

Breathing the smell of the lake water

I

Somehow I wondered if I still

Can

Enjoy the choice I had made when it came time to

Decide

Wholeheartadly and effortlessly try

My

Advice given to another pertaining to their

Future

Life or the lack thereof

Time to move on, I heard someone say
Lost in a moment the time slips away

A daydream of you, the time sure does fly
The timing was bad, I cant figure why

Time standing still, when your in my mind
I cant question why, your there all the time

Time to reflect, Time to regret?
Thankful for love, and times that were spent

A time when I knew, a time when I flew,
A lifetime of smiles, I got from you

Now is the time, to watch angels wings
And watch as she soars, as her soul sings

The beauty of one, reflected about,
I stand for a time, I have to just shout

The time I have taken, to get to know one,
I witnessed on earth, the strength of the sun

Time is a ticking, Some time just passed,
A beautiful time, gone much to fast

Time to realize, time lasts forever,
And souls that collide, will stay together

It has been a while since I have been around. You have added some impressive and very touching work here. Thank you for sharing your gift. And thank you for your understanding... ;)

Alone again, or in a dream
Sometime's things are'nt just what they seem

Awake today, or in a slumber,
Somehow I think, I've lost your number

Walking through, a home alone,
These colors run, to what I've done

Alone within a crowded room,
Smelling life, and tasting gloom

A bud appears, alone at last,
The vine is climbing, very fast

The thorns are growing stronger still,
A lone rose bud, that cannot feel

Just when the flower starts to bloom,
Another comes, into the room

A wink, a smile, no longer lone,
The ardour of together shown

The colors shine a brighter hue,
Somehow these flowers look anew

Alone united, they are a pair
Loving life, without a care

One night I dreamed I smelled a rose
The color was the one I chose

I looked to find a chosen word
The silence was all that I heard

Just then the buds became as one
I heard the pounding of a drum

I knew right then The meaning of alone
A simple plan, to me was shown

Inhale the sweet smell of this life,
Together joy will become rife

Alone is good, if your a chair,
But people need to be a pair

The rose has shown me that together,
Love and beauty last forever

Infiniti


I held infinity in my hand

The wonder of this thing I had
Refused to let me go

I clenched my fist to hold on tight
But slip away it went
I wondered why I let it go
Refusing to take province

As I waited for some more,
The more took over me

I looked to find the answer to
The dubiousness that I possessed

Outstretched hands reaching for
Solidarity within myself
Exclusively withheld

Aborted burdens without hope
Vociferation without purpose
Blinking from the crystal light
The sound may crush my ears

A dark clamant of timeless needs
Infinity bursts out
A blink of time within an instant
Exposed for all to see

The hue of you is really new
Whilst letting go your guard
Ameliorating as you try
The mirror looks at you

Evermore seems nevermore
As fingers turn to blue

Inoperative clamant reaching a resplendent climax
A cipher in an elven’s clothes, scratching to release
The fumes of lore expand my base
A solar clip removed
A bing a bong, a dingy boat
A vagabond of space
The little specs of sparse connexion
The mist of hydrosphere
Agromania’s gift of solstice found
The silence of nutate
An augury of utter loss
One on the verge of being

Such power behind all your work. I very much enjoy reading it....thank you sharing it with us all.

Thank you Minx, that means a lot coming form one that inspires as you do. Your words are beauty in motion, Thanks.

A suitcase I found when I was a boy,
Inside it I carried my one special toy.
A little while later when I was a teen,
I wore a new back pack,
I felt I looked keen.
A young man of twenty,
I found some new bags,
I filled them up full,
With all of my rags.
The years passed quite slowly,
The luggage was older,
A cooler I kept,
To keep my drinks colder.
I carried my sacks,
And baggage around,
It became so heavy,
It drug on the ground.
So put it away,
I surely did,
No one would know,
If I kept it hid.
I locked it up tight,
Even threw some away,
But most was still there,
To my own dismay.
Then into my room,
Slowly I crept,
A sale was in order,
In action I leapt.
House cleaning in June,
On into July,
The baggage is thinning,
I’ve learned how to fly.
Cause isn’t a carry on,
Nary a nuff?
Who needs all those bags,
Why carry that stuff.
I may die tomorrow,
Or live for a while,
Whatever the outcome,
I’ve learned how to smile.

The picture frame is empty,
waiting for the brush
the look I get from far away,
gives me such a rush.

The painting of a picture,
that I want to see,
the strokes you tell remind me of,
a way I want to be.

The story told a different way,
portrays a different image,
a day unlike another one,
the turning of a page.

I was framed the other day,
when you spoke of me,
by painting my old tales of woe,
you showed how I could be.

The art we spew as we recall,
the memorie of another,
the fire of life is burning bright,
as we run for cover.

So think when you are painting,
your pictures to a friend,
it may be thee only picture,
remembered to the end.

My cd case is cracked and worn,
The one that holds the tune

I listen to the sound of love
Like weddings done in June

The music takes me back aways
To days when I would smile

I’d close my eyes and tap my foot
And lay with you a while

Breezy nights and sweaty skin
Love was in the making

Together we could save the world
The stars were ours for taking

We held each other oh so tight
A vow to not let go

Then something stole our cloud away
Our love forgot to grow

The pain we caused the other one
Hearts torn up to shreds

We squashed the lovely love we had
By thinking with our heads

Now the days are shorter still
When thoughts are not of you

Then on the radio the song of love
And then my day turns blue

Its time to toss away this cracked
and tired old cd

And find a new song to tap to
And realize your free

I woke to find the smell of bread
baking in the kitchen
My grandma was an early rise
the scones were in the making.

The sweet butter we poured it on
and jelly smeared all over
A glass of milk would wash it down
and then I'd have another.

My grand mama oh how she loved
to cook and feed us kids
The grilled cheese sandwich that she made
was magic from her fridge.

Grandma went to spend some time
in heaven with the angels
Now every time I smell fresh bread
Oh how my heart just swells.

I'll walk into the bakery
and close my eyes and dream
Of Grandmas pumpkin pie she made
all covered in whipped cream

Some day I think I might join with
my lovely old Grandma
We can sit and eat some scones,
and share em with Grandpa

I really like this! You really can paint a story with your words. Thanks for the great reads, love the last one as well. Looking forward to more...

Thanks for your comments on my stuff, and letting you know that it really makes me feel good when the praise comes from one that writes such as you.

The gift

Once I was gazing at the sunset when my mind awoke
I almost grasped it then swiftly it was gone
Other times I almost had it again
Then bang someone spoke and the moment was lost
The other night dreaming I dreamed of a place
Where souls were together for all the same cause
I studied them closely as they gathered round
In front of a man with presents in hand
He spoke somewhat softly as he passed them out
One by one slowly they held out their hands
And as they received then quickly were gone
The gifts were all different as people can be
The smiles that he gave all shined at me
I moved a bit closer so that I could hear
The last of the souls collecting his gift
I heard him tell this soul the present is yours
The key to get back is learning to share
I woke from my dream and danced for a bit
I watched the sun rise and thought for a while
A new day has come to spread what I’ve found
The gift of my self to be passed around

Just beautiful! You have such a great gift...I do so enjoy reading all your work! :)

Steve...
Some beautiful work coming out of you...as usual. Of course, I expect nothing less, after all, you are the King! :D
Keep it coming. You've come a long way baby!

This is all very overwhelming to read at once, but what a bold, collection of work. I am duly impressed by what you are able to put into words. There are so many things I can relate in my own life to your work here, J.R.V.A. Thanks.

Minx, angel, and wrkime. I have read a lot of all of your writings, and to have you three comment on my stuff in this way makes me feel very proud. Thank you. It means a lot to me.

I really liked the "gift"

Im glad that you share your talents

Thank you Chauncey... It really makes me smile when people comment on my writings. It makes me belive that in some small way they are O.K., that maybe they mean something to someone, and that maybe there is a purpose for me in this life. Thanks again

Chance is the name of the one that is lost,
The wrong turn was taken when left was the right.

The right being left or is it the wrong?

Is chance who we see or the chosen we've found.

The question is really are we were we are,
Because of a moment that we stopped to talk
Or talked for a moment to be where we need.

Taking a chance along for the trip
Tripping along for a day to be free.

Is we who we see or do we see what
We think we have found, or stumbled across.

A chance to be free, free to take chances
Is life for the living or living for life.

When you look at you do you like what you see
Or have you become the one that is lost.

Don't take a chance it matters not any
A trick to disquise the same end result.

A chance is the magic I wave with my wand
A moment is time we all have to own
Do what you can to uncover the truth.

My friend I did exactly what you wrote about so eloquently and it changed my life. I have found my truth by taking that chance, I am now bound by that freedom forever.

I took a chance, and changed your way of life..... Someone knows what there talking about... Thank you very much. Your reply means a lot to me

With every chance comes change, with every change comes growth, and with growth comes life. I am where I am today for having the strength to allow myself to take chances.

Thank you for writing this...it gives me a deeper sense of appreciation for the courage it takes to risk it all. ;)

Grilled upon an open pit, like pig after the slaughter,
drilled right through my tired brain, waiting for the laughter.

Led around by nose halter, rope strung through my ring,
breathing's hard whilst yanked upon, wishing I could sing.

Stolen smiles trampled upon, kicked under the rug,
frowns that grow and eat away, worse than any drug.

Feelings quashed and whisked away, feeling their not worthy,
invalidation rears it's head, we'll talk after tuesday.

Hope was lost when you gave up, wishing for another
all was lost when you left me, I know of no other.

Sick of all these sickening days, wanting to break free,
wont you leave and let me see, what's inside of me.

As the day progress's to, the angry still of night,
I hope for you the stars will stay, for you always bright.

Me I'll take the early bus, to a place thats near,
to a place I'll sit and shed, one last final tear.

Um, I have much to say about this one...in private.

A shimmering of light raindrops
glisten through the rainbow

The warm summer is cooled a bit
as clouds block out the sun

The beauty of a smile I saw
brightens up my day

The memory of the one I love
makes me dance and play

Holding you and kisssing once
a soft one on the cheek

Makes me want to say come here
spend with me the day

Holding hands and looking to
the beauty I have missed

Remembering the bond we have
knowing what I wished

Today I walk upon a path
from whence I took the fork

Alone at last I chose my way
when I left the park

The tunnel has a dim light through
which a light does shine

Knowing that someday you
will be forever mine

One day I sat upon a log and tried to catch a hare
A hair fell down upon my foot
Splittin hairs and seconds gone
A split second was all it took
Second place was good enough
A place to rest my weary bones
The rest was gone with no mercy
Mercy me I heard you say
You heard the word of time tick on
Time tick ticking ticking away
I looked away to see the hare
The hare sitting atop the log

Uglyful screamer yelling at me
Nightmares are real when you hold the key

Scars from the day the night became one
Wanting this roller coast ride to be done

Screeching and scratching your voice gives me chills
Knowing how wanting to die really feels

Losing a tooth was better than this
When you are gone it's you I won't miss

Asking myself was it worth the time
Losing my eyes would be worth the dime

Sleeping away my thoughts arent of you
Wanting a time when I can say "who"

Wow

I'm fairly new to the site and there is so much here. I haven't finished reading all your poetry, but I am enjoying the process. What I really like is the diversity of topics and moods. Thanks for sharing.

Sometimes the raw emotion behind your work just stuns me. It is quite good, disturbing at times, lighthearted at others. Please keep it up.

Thanks mml, I appericate the comments. Makes me feel good. Thank you minx, when you say stuff like this, it makes me want to keep writing.

Summers fling without the ring,
Turned into a winter's fire.

Warming up the cold frostbite
melting off the frosted ice.

When you came I took a look
and found my sunshine brighter.

Now the days are paved with rays,
loving you's like laughter.

Sweet essence of beauty flows,
when I look at you.

All the time I speak your name,
makes my heart feel new.

Walls of falls come tumbling down,
loving you's like chocolate.

Holding you and kissing you,
thankful your my mate.

My faithful old mutt
Follows me all around
When I'm tired or cranky,
form him theres no sound

He loves me to pieces
Come day or come night
We roll on the gorund
we play and we fight

The love he has for me
is true as can be
He loves all my quirks
he lets me be

My bestest friend
Ive ever had
He licks on my face
when I am sad

We go for a walk
And he likes to run
My old faithful mutt
we have lots of fun

Another door opens I heard her say
As my mind slams shut once again

Prying the pins off of the old worn out hinges,
Sometimes I can't let myself in

The doors are my band when I want to break through
The other side might hold the key

The key to this troubled and cracked tired heart
With oil I just might set it free

The creaky old house where I lay my head
The threshold is where I begin

I'll carry the weight while I laugh and I smile
This time I know I sure will win

A door with a key to the lock on my heart
It's time to let someone else in

Will you take me to a place
That I've never been
Will you show me how to live
Like I've never seen

Do you want the same thing I
Wish for all the time
Will you love me and give me
You heart as you have mine

Will you help me up the stairs
As we both grow older
Will you warm my freezing bones
As the days grow colder

Can you help me to attest
True love isnt dead
Will you spend all of your days
In the same old bed

Today our life begins again
Our love is surley true
Me and you loving our life
Finding things anew

An edit of a quote I made
bought it back up from the grave

The words I took gave me new thread
even though the words were dead

I post, reply, and then your gone
you say how are you doing hon

The profile of a pm dinner
Makes me feel like I'm a winner

I search for my new buddy clover
even though I know it's over

Astral rules can't hold me back if my soul shines through
The spark of life is burning bright, as thoughts turn back to you
We are one I heard you say, as you kiss another
The ghost of me is shining through, you know whats the bother
Wispy willows swaying in the stormy hollow sky
I look toward the moon and cry, oh how I tried to fly
The night is long as death itself, coming round the bend
I long to hear the sound of hope, whispering the end
The sun it hides behind the moon, wishing it could shine
A broken heart, a frowning face, are all I can call mine
The fire burns a single match, then it burns my finger
Thoughts of flight look easy now, memories that linger
The day is gone the night has won as wisdom turns to want
Needs turn into daily life, knowing that I can't

Whence a lass was yearning for a carefree laggard bloke,
to skip away the day with her, and hear him tell a joke
Wherefore thee unaltered chap, went wishing for a fille
to make his day a pleasent way, looking for a thrill
Asfore these two harum-scarum folks turned round the bend
tripping into worlds apart, together in the end
Thereas wondrous bright lights shine
they both had seen the sign
Henceforth ebullience fills there days
Holding hands and gazing forth,taking in the waves

Smiles become life as I use them as such
Friends from another not wanting to much

Looking around here I start to see clearly
Holding my children that I love so dearly

Wishing for naught, I have all I need
As my liitle one sleeps, I sit and I read

Loving the things, I have been given
Enjoying my life, playing and living

Today I am happy, I like who I see
The one I call me, chooses to be

My grandpa used to tell me tales of days that were
long past.
I used to sit and wonder why he told me of such stuff.
He told me things about his life that I thought were
Funny.
I listened to him spin his yarns, Into the night
Sometimes.
We laughed ,We cried, We talked somemore, Until the night
was over.
I used to think sometimes that these talks were boring.
But now I think,Id give it all, For grandpa to be here.
Cause I cant think just what he said, Now that he is
gone,
But the feeling that I got, When my grandpa was near,
Was safe and warm and words that soothed my angry
Heart.
Were what my grandpa gave me.

The best

Cowering in the corner his hands shield his head
As dishes and words are hurled ‘round.

Frightened and sad as all that he knows
Rips and tears at each other letting pain grow.

Anger is born leading the way to tomorrow
Learning the way of his short life today.

Watching and seeing is what he becomes
We’ve taught him the way of his world.

As seasons pass he grows to hate life
We wonder we he got it from.

We sure did our best we mumble quite softly
As we bail him out one more time.

Another child born when will we learn
The cycle can end within us.

What will we do this time around
Let our best be the best we can do?

Or learn different ways to treat other life’s
As we lay his short one to rest.

The blood glistens as the blade catches the moonlight
Tommorow this night will be just a memory
I sit on the edge of this bed one last time
Tommorow I'll be in Missouri
I cant get the feeling that its really over
Tommorow it might just sink in
Sliced through the neck of the one that I loved
Tommorow I'll wish I had'nt done it
Your boy got away before I could do him
Tommorow he'll get it like you
I think for right now I will sleep for a while
Tommorow it might be a dream

Yesterday I walked with butterflies around me
I smiled as I watched them in flight
I strolled for a while and inhaled the air
Enjoying the beauty around me
I stopped for a moment and listened a bit
The songs of the birds gave me rise
The waterfall splashing relaxed my tired soul
The fish swimming gayly below
Finding a patch, of soft flowing grass
I laid my head down and I slept
I woke from the rain, kissing my cheek
And loved the warm breeze that I’d found
Unleashing my clothes, I swam for a bit,
And ate from the tree of the pears
Contentment inside, I wandered back home
And laughed as I enjoyed the ride

Fathers Gone


Tears roll down this lonesome highway
Tears my heart apart to know
Thinking of the day he left me
Fathers gone now live alone.

No one needs to lose their father
And no one needs to live alone
Let alone a young boy yearning
To hear his daddy say the words
Words that never came out from him
Now he's gone to live alone.

Hardened by the words he longed for
Wonders why were never said
Was it cause the boy was worthless
Or cause the dad knew not of love.

Now the boy that lives alone
Love he's searching for his own
Open up your hearts all to him
Let him know he's not alone

What a beautiful sunset, my girl said to me,
As I watched my light slip away.
Grinning outside, as inside I weep,
The glow was my days one last hope.
Smelling the gloom of lightlessness cover,
Eyes shrieking as they dilate.
The moon burns the sun, Tis blood that I see,
As mountains gulp down the sweet nectar.
Climbing the ladder, of yesterdays woes,
I think of the radiance and smile.
Tomorrow will come, I cannot run,
The primer was lit long ago.
For now I’ll just hide, let light shine inside,
Believing is what comes to haunt me.

I really love reading your work. Always I feel a little tug on the heartstrings. Thank you so much for sharing.

thank you for the feedback, I really need it toshow me that people like my work. thank you minx

Weighing my options was never my bag,
I looked no more farther than now.
No questions of future crossed this here path,
Living kept me far from dying
The irony of life, is what’s kept me here,
Alive and breathless whilst I run.
Alone in the hills, I think of the one,
The time that my dime turned to run.
Tomorrow is here, as I sit and stew,
Forgetting the day left behind.
One foot in the door, the other will follow,
My shoes leave the mark of my path.
As I lay to rest, I smile inside,
For now I can rest and reside.
Dreams do not come, no pleasure for me,
The nightmares seem oh so elusive.

Free of the chains, that once consumed me

I go where I want, I'm happy to be

I've hurt lots of folks, throught my life

God kept me alive, now I must start

Today I am helpful, I'm doing my best

To payback my god, He'll do the rest

The Norm

The portal is open I kiss my ass bye.
I jump thru the eye my lips seal my fate.
Looking back now no longer a choice,
the day turns to gray as I thrust my form.
Forming a hollow my ears start to burn,
I hear a voice calling no longer a nun.
The squeak that was oiled is slippery and wet,
I'm wanting a drink of that thats been drunk.
Desire is waiting to search for a while,
and lust is the one that's found in the end.
Apart from the school of nox in my head,
I swim for a while and wish I was dead.
Glutton's my friend, I inhale quite deeply,
Anger beside, I sleep somewhat soundly.
And where in the world has this door been opened,
or is this this world, that lies deep beneath.
Pity and guilt have become the norm,
the norm of the norm, is what I run from.

Growing up normal is what other people were.
Normal is all I wished I could be.
Jealous of kids that lived normal lives,
wanting a normal dinner just once.
The teens were not normal for me,
the normal ones had what I could'nt get.
My drinking was normal, if I'd been a fish,
the normal life of a drug addict fool.
I quit like the normal alcholics could quit,
and now I'm afraid of winding up normal.
Normal to me, is now what i fear,
the normal folks scare me when they lurk about.
Today I am me, and me is'nt normal,
I'm happy to be other than normal.
You see, just to me, normal's not normal,
abnormal is normal if you get my meaning.
A twist on this word of the normal word writer,
a lesson in normal from one that is ?
Are you getting sick of reading of normal,
or is it becoming normal to read this short word.
Normal noooorrrmall normaaaallll I'm insane,
haha ho ho he he hhaa ha hooeee who's normal

Abstract thoughts dull my keen senses
My perception is just an illusion
Seeking existence of fantasy’s dorm
Floating in space Am I here
Opening doors with nothing behind
Where in the world will I find
Time is the place were I’ve left my mind
Real is that that that is in it
Gone are the wishes of souls left behind
Here is the term and the place
Lucid am I for here I am now
At least that’s what I think I see

The tumbleweed tumbles toward the tall tree,
The tree traps the wind and shelters the weed.

The rain wets the dry dusty dirt from above,
The dirt turns to mud and slows down the bug.

The bug climbs aboard the giant round weed,
And off for a ride the weed takes the bug.

A new world to find the bug rolls along,
Going wherever the wind whisks it on.

Ending up miles from where he was born,
The bug takes a stroll upon his new lawn.

The sun ,then a shadow, a foot stepped upon!

The bug is no more, the wind carrys on,
To blow when it wants, and carry us on.

The Rules
What are the rules that we seem to follow?
Are they our own rules or ones of another?
Do you follow them when they serve your purpose?
Or follow them only when there all thats left?
The rules that were given when I was a tot,
have changed o'er the yaers and now I've forgot.
I want to learn rules so that I can break them,
I laugh out loud now the rules that I've broken.
Why do us all have so many rules?
The ruler knows why, so why don't you ask em.

Tonite is the nite I lay down to rest
I think of the time when I was the best

Tommorow I give my crown to my son
The best of the best, I know he has won

Passing the torch is'nt easy for me
I try to hold on, clutching the key

A new day has come its time to hold back
Releasing my grip, knowing I lack

As I slip away, I ponder my plight
And silently enjoy, my new found flight

I'm singing and dancing and twirling around
I'm laughing and smiling and chuckling out loud
The fact that I'm breathing is sure a fine thing
I woke up today and looked at the sun
The beauty of life Is such a great blessing
And living life fully has become my quest
A tune in my head keeps tappin my foot
Today I am happy for the gift of life
Spreading my smile will be my new goal
The birds and the flowers will make my heart go
I say to you all wherever you live
Go look in the mirror and see who you are
Smile to yourself and lets get this started
Hold on to your hat and dont be forgotten

The Deal

Collabarating with the devil
I made a fine deal
Except the paper I signed was lost
Now I have to look to my memory
I reach for the files and find there all wet
And thoughts turn to nightmare's when I come across
The wicked one laughs as I piss my pants
I laugh to myself as I sit on his couch
I'm up for a game, If you see fit
I'll challenge myself to swim to the cross
The movies I see they all seem so blurry
And when he looks at me his face is all wrinkeld
You call me and ask if we can compromise
The phone on the wall's gone along with the ringer
The deal I made was a very fine deal
I'm trying to think if it really was real

Fresh Air


My soul is at war with the company I keep
Why is the water so blue when it rains?
The air is so thick I want a thin slice
You followed me here and left a small trace
The moon's always full yet we don't see it that way
The sun burns my my skin on a cold cloudy day
When is the time I was told I'd be happy?
I follow the path and choose the left fork
The spring in my step is what bounces me on
Alack and alas is my secret swan song
A breath of fresh air whisks me away
You are the one I dream of today
Lust on my lips I spread my cheeks wide
And holler out loud as the echo resides
The silence of ladys looking out yonder
Reminds me of times when I was a lot younger
The words I have heard will last me a lifetime
And suddenly fire brings in all the coldness

Where is the love that thou promised me?
You keep it inside, where no one can see.

I know that you feel love, I give it to you,
but inside I’m hurting, what else can I do

I’ve loved you so long, it seems forever,
but give it back to me, I feel it never.

I guess that I should, not feel this way,
cause I love you to me, you did not say.

I’m sorry I hurt you, its now I know over,
I just thought I was, the perfect lover.

The love that you promised, was not to be,
I hope you are happy, single and free.

I stood atop a knarly log,
trying to learn balance
Falling off I bumped my nog,
as I tore my pants
Looking up I saw a tree,
swaying in the breeze
Blood was squriting out my knee,
I fumbled for my keys
Driving down the road a ways,
looking for a clinic
Suddenly I saw a haze,
morphine did the trick
Tommorow I will lay a while,
something I must ponder
Balancing is not my style,
I was born to wander

Wow you have a lot of talent and creativity. Thanks for sharing you just made my day!

Thank you. I apperciate it. Cheers

The fall of all is were I lie
I think of you and then I cry
You left without a broken trace
Eclipsed by darkness gone in haste
The sun no longer burns my skin
I no longer wish to win
A breath a toke a weezing cough
The butterfly is now a moth
Yearning for a cooler breeze
A rope tied between two tall trees
I swing a while until I'm found
Tis then they put me in the ground

just from a pacing stand point, try
"I no longer have any wish to win"

or something...you need a few more syllables there to keep the flow.

otherwise, i love it...it floats, and doesn't really sink in until the end, and the tone changes so seriously that it makes me then trace over all those words again, and really brings out the best in them. thanks for sharing one more time...

Talking to a man today I learned a precious lesson
Listening to what he said while speaking of his blessing
At first his words were not much heeded
When then I heard one that was needed
He spoke of life and love and travels
He told me how my fears were trammels
His eyes were gentle wanting more
They whispered of a man at war
Look to your dreams and follow them,
they'll bring you far my new found friend
He smiled a weary borrowed grin
And then he laughed and smiled again
We love this life until it's over
It's then we realize who's our lover
Don't in your haste wait till the end
Today's the day to start to mend
Open up your mind and shout out to the ones you have left out
Let your heart and soul fly free be like the one you want to be

Hmmmm...Thank's chavos, I tried putting it in there, and it seemed to break it up to much...I agree with you though, it needs something else.. I will try a few different ideas. Thanks again fro the input, it means a lot to me that you took the time

Very well done, I like your writing, it's similar to my older poems..

Good job!

Again you have left me just breathless with the intensity of your work. Thank you!

Thank you... Coming from one that writes, and understands, as you, your comments mean a lot to me. Thank you minx

A year of winds blew past my heart
my chest still beats though ripped apart
I look to see your eyes they shine
aloof alas the memory's mine
I held you in my arms so tight
a gust of air can't make it right
The beauty of the souls that twist
is that someone has got their wish
A tear rolls down my wrinkled face
the salt tastes like 12 months of mace
I know I knew I won't forget
you know you knew since we first met
A scared young boy dressed as a man
believing that he never can
He don't deserve to have and hold
at least thats what he has been told
Four seasons passed and from them shine
the wonder of a girl so fine
A stich in time of my lifeline
is where I know someone in time
Maybe today or still tommorow
I'll learn to smile and bury sorrow
For know I send a hug and kiss
to let you know that I still miss
You took a chance and then you flew,
I want to say, Thank you for you

We spent the day looking away
The eyes no longer seem to meet
We loved a lot and lost much more
A word or two is all we've left
The touch I yearn for's out of reach
The smile's are long forgotten now
No holding hands and singing songs
The lyrics blend into the night
A love song was a twisted tune
A broken heart left here to burn
We love and hate walking the line
The road is forked toward the meadow
The grass still sways with summers breeze
It's time to make toothpicks of trees
A look from you and then your gone
Todays the day to carry on

I so do enjoy your words and you have again left me just stunned with a few of your lines. I like the last poem you just posted but the previous one......holy cow did it hit me. I love a few lines in it....they just tug at me in a way.
And you are most deserving - I hope you realize that and find your happiness! :)

Thank you Minx, you always give me a smile..

The wispy weeping willow drops it's locks on me

As I look for a door a wonderwind picks up and shakes my tree

A twisted arm breaks off and stops my kitty cat from breathing

Life has passed as still the leaves sway with the gentle breeze

A new dawn comes with snow the branches look quite heavy

We saw the wood to bring the heat to cold and weary bones

I weep for change is where my willow will be found abundant

A seed is planted for the ones that will come after me today

The mighty mite may move more of a memory of a tree

Screeching to a stop I slide into a heavy bus
The bus is us as we become the turning of the wheels
Rolling down the hill I find a shiny new wooden nickle
And trade it to a man for an old worn out dingy dime
Climbing up the ladder of the rungs of destiny
Watching as the rope is long as far a I can see
I stall a while to get a glimpse of something that is nice
Then one by one I step ahead and enjoy my lifes climb

Beautiful as always. You made me cry.
One year...my how time flies!
Big hugs your way and...
Thank you for you my beautiful friend.
As Always,
~Angel~

I stepped to the door and gave a hard knock
who's there came a voice through the crack in the glass
I answered it's me though I knew not the voice
the door slowly opened and I stepped inside
The place was a mess and the man looked at me
is that you he said as I smlied yes it's me
I walked inside looking at povertys rest
the boy wondered who was this strange looking man
Your uncle is here to talk to you son
I grasped hold his hand and I asked him to come
We went to the diner and he ate and he ate
we went to the store and bought shoes for his feet
He spoke somewhat softly and carried a smile
he don't understand what he gave me that day

I met a boy that couldnt walk
his body twisted, could barley talk

I spoke to him and asked his name
he smiled at me, was glad I came

I looked into his eyes of blue
the gratitude was oh so true

He was so gald I took the time
his eyes they sparkle and they shine

I left and he is in my mind
That boy that day I left behind

You have soo much work and it's all soo good! Have you tried getting it published?

I am going to hijack your thread here....but only to praise you!

I want everybody who reads this talented work that is here of J.R.V.A.'s to know that this man has only been writing for ONE year!
His gift never ceases to amaze me. I have watched him grow in his abilities, that came so natural to him, and I am so thrilled with all of his accompishments.
You make me proud my friend. And as NiceGuy asked, and I have so many times before, when comes the book?
As Always,
~Angel~

Thanks guys...Blushing... I don't know....Thank you very much for the praise though, it really means a lot to me.

The fog wreaks havoc in my psyche
I try to pedal on my trike
The hill ahead is crimson mist
the pebbles churn into a schist
Imagining a downward spiral
the thoughts turn toward something viral
Eyes that flicker beams of hope
remembering the days of tope
Drawn by dreams of pulchritude
I feel somehow I'm kinda crude
A soul that whispers in the dark
the journey that I must embark
Peace within is up that hill
it's there where I must pedal still

Keep peddaling my sweet friend. You know it is there. So do I, I've seen it within you!
Great work!

~Angel~

Your words almost seem to be accompanied by music, thank you for sharing this beauty with us

Always flying
Never stopping
Never perching on the rail

Wings a-flutter
As I sputter
Trying to catch you, I fail

Jerky movements
Such long moments
A day, for you, must be a year

But no longer
For you faltered
Now, on my desk, you are smeared.

I wrote that as a fly buzzed around my head and drove me nuts.