07-28-2003, 10:01 PM | #121 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Utah
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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.
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07-29-2003, 09:17 PM | #122 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Utah
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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.
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07-31-2003, 09:12 PM | #123 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Utah
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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
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And as she plays, her sweet song of laughter floats through the air and warms my heart |
08-02-2003, 09:58 AM | #124 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Utah
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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
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08-03-2003, 01:00 AM | #125 (permalink) | |
Junkie
Location: Up yonder
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Quote:
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08-03-2003, 05:59 AM | #126 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Utah
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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.
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And as she plays, her sweet song of laughter floats through the air and warms my heart |
08-03-2003, 05:53 PM | #127 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Utah
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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
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And as she plays, her sweet song of laughter floats through the air and warms my heart |
08-05-2003, 04:06 AM | #129 (permalink) |
Naughty Just Right
Location: Euphoria
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Steve...
Some beautiful work coming out of you...as usual. Of course, I expect nothing less, after all, you are the King! Keep it coming. You've come a long way baby!
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In the depth of winter, I finally learned that there was within me an invincible summer. ~Albert Camus |
08-05-2003, 07:16 PM | #130 (permalink) |
Everything's better with bacon
Location: In your local grocer's freezer.
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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.
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08-07-2003, 05:50 AM | #131 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Utah
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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.
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And as she plays, her sweet song of laughter floats through the air and warms my heart |
08-07-2003, 08:07 PM | #133 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Utah
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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
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And as she plays, her sweet song of laughter floats through the air and warms my heart |
08-07-2003, 08:25 PM | #134 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Utah
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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.
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And as she plays, her sweet song of laughter floats through the air and warms my heart |
08-07-2003, 09:07 PM | #135 (permalink) |
COMPLETED and A TRAINER
Location: BEAN_TOWN
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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.
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LEATHER, LATEX and LACE "SSC" "Nothing That Gives Pleasure is Bad" Quality is for those who know what they want and are at peace with what they have. "S/M is about emotion; the erotic tension between my impulse toward something and my resistance against it."-- Virginia Barker |
08-07-2003, 09:34 PM | #136 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Utah
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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
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And as she plays, her sweet song of laughter floats through the air and warms my heart |
08-08-2003, 03:14 PM | #137 (permalink) |
Naughty Just Right
Location: Euphoria
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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.
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In the depth of winter, I finally learned that there was within me an invincible summer. ~Albert Camus |
08-08-2003, 09:43 PM | #138 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Utah
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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.
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08-09-2003, 06:44 AM | #140 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Utah
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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
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08-12-2003, 08:35 PM | #141 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Utah
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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
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And as she plays, her sweet song of laughter floats through the air and warms my heart |
08-12-2003, 08:46 PM | #142 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Utah
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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"
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And as she plays, her sweet song of laughter floats through the air and warms my heart |
08-12-2003, 09:30 PM | #143 (permalink) |
Adrift
Location: Wandering in the Desert of Life
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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.
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Human beings, who are almost unique in having the ability to learn from the experience of others, are also remarkable for their apparent disinclination to do so." -Douglas Adams |
08-13-2003, 04:29 AM | #145 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Utah
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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.
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And as she plays, her sweet song of laughter floats through the air and warms my heart |
08-13-2003, 03:53 PM | #146 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Utah
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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.
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And as she plays, her sweet song of laughter floats through the air and warms my heart |
08-13-2003, 07:43 PM | #147 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Utah
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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
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And as she plays, her sweet song of laughter floats through the air and warms my heart |
08-13-2003, 09:28 PM | #148 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Utah
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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
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And as she plays, her sweet song of laughter floats through the air and warms my heart |
08-16-2003, 06:23 AM | #149 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Utah
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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
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And as she plays, her sweet song of laughter floats through the air and warms my heart |
08-17-2003, 08:54 PM | #150 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Utah
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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
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And as she plays, her sweet song of laughter floats through the air and warms my heart |
08-21-2003, 08:11 PM | #151 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Utah
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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
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And as she plays, her sweet song of laughter floats through the air and warms my heart |
08-21-2003, 08:32 PM | #152 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Utah
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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
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And as she plays, her sweet song of laughter floats through the air and warms my heart |
08-23-2003, 06:05 AM | #153 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Utah
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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
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And as she plays, her sweet song of laughter floats through the air and warms my heart |
08-24-2003, 05:38 AM | #154 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Utah
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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.
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And as she plays, her sweet song of laughter floats through the air and warms my heart |
08-24-2003, 07:48 PM | #155 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Utah
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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.
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And as she plays, her sweet song of laughter floats through the air and warms my heart |
08-24-2003, 08:00 PM | #156 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Utah
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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
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And as she plays, her sweet song of laughter floats through the air and warms my heart |
08-24-2003, 08:56 PM | #157 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Utah
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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
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And as she plays, her sweet song of laughter floats through the air and warms my heart |
08-27-2003, 09:23 PM | #158 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Utah
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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
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And as she plays, her sweet song of laughter floats through the air and warms my heart |
08-27-2003, 09:29 PM | #159 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Utah
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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.
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And as she plays, her sweet song of laughter floats through the air and warms my heart |
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