Poems For Your Pleasure
 

As I lay sleeping the lights dance around in my mind.

I dream of the city where I was once born,
And wonder why I'm still alive

I look to the clouds to find me some peace,
But all I can see is the rain.

I think of this dream, it may be a nightmare,
And hope for the morning to come soon.

The wretched road I like to lay my tread on,
seems somehow to tread upon me.

I try to escape and whistle a bit,
as my cracked lips put forth but a spurt.

I wake from the dream, and find I'm still sleeping,
The twisted humor I've become.

Alas as I float, throughout my hard slumber,
I cant seem to find the way out.

I think that I will rest my mad mind
and sleep for a moment or two

Angry people holler at me
I wish I could just leave this place

I holler back and I get angry
Why wont they all just leave me be.

I sap my energy and it saps me back
I hit the wall and hurt my finger.

And scream at what a mess I am.

I yell and wonder where it gets me
It gets me somewhere where I run.

I run into a padded room,
And holler till I can't no more.

A lot of conflicting emotion bottled up in these words.
Amazing how we can reflect our deepest emotions through poetry.
Keep 'em coming.

I like the little details in the first poem.

Thanks guys..

A Fools Advice

I spoke to myself so the answer'd be clear
A fools advice given from the monarch

I listened intently and heeded the words
They change when it suits me as I allow

I'm told of a place that lies not to far
A place of green grass and troubles afew

I stroll to the meadow to rest my stiff bones
And bask in the sun till I feel the heat

I drift off to sleep and dream of the night
When darkness is clear as midday sun

The moon smiles at me and welcomes arrival
I'm here for a while to see whence I've come

I maunder to earth as light's sensation grows
A knock from behind startle's me back

It boggles my mind to realize the day
Comes back when I least expect it to do

The mistakes of another have never given me knowledge
I've learned from the man that is running the show

The Answer

As I step over the bodies, the night is approaching.
I look at the faces, horror in their eyes.
Blood runs down the dirty street below.
I stop for a moment to ponder my plight.
Why am I living while all others gone?
A sound from afar means I'm not alone.
I walk to the noise and find another life.
We glance for a moment, no words come between.
Grasping the hand we walk from this village,
A new start today, we head for the hills.
Thankful for life? Or wanting the same,
as everything we know, lies smoking and gone.
As she looks at me, she asks in a whisper,
help me she says, my answer is there.

The Smile

The blood drips out of my hard cracked blisters.
I can barley walk anymore the pain is so intense.
The heat from the sun is exhausting my body.
The last drop of water was drunk hours ago.
These hills I call mountains are not so forgiving.
The sand makes the walking harder to bear.
She looks up at me and squeeze's a smile.
For now I'll keep walking till we find some shelter.
The smile gives me life,that I thought was gone.
I turn to see trees far up ahead.
I hope that there real and not an Illusion.

Hope

Raindrops glisten with rainbows of light,
searing reflections the colors are bright.
I look out the window the lights are a blur,
leaving this town my thoughts are of you.
The back seat is cold, I turn and sit still,
the tears are a flowing, despair's all I feel.
Lost for the moment, no smile can I find,
am I going crazy, have I lost my mind?
Then slowly I think, maybe theres hope,
memories live on, maybe I'll cope.
A little smile comes, the tears all subside,
inside my heart, is where you reside.

The Dirt

The sun hides it's warmth behind a dark cloud
The cloud drips it's tears on my face
I look to the sky to find a small ray and all I can get is a gloom
I sit on a hill and wish for a time when you were the only one for me
I wonder whats held within this cold man, why nothing can permeate within
Alone on this dirt, my shovel in hand, I start this long day of my digging
The hole I am seeking, must be dug deep, the girth wider than I am tall
I've come here to bury the love lost inside, today is the day for beginning
I dig for a while, then wipe my wet brow, alone in the dirt I am crying
Leaving the list, of deeds I've done wrong, I stand with my shovel beside me
As I look toward, the stream thats run dry, I see a small trickle forthcoming
The sun peeks it's head, from behind the dark cloud, I start to replace the soft earth.
And bury the shovel, with my bare hands, and stomp on the dirt till it's hard
Then wander towards the sound of my life, calling me back to the day

The way

I walked for miles in search of home, a place to rest my weary bones
I looked around and wandered here, and stopped to shed a couple tears
I wanted what I could'nt have, I wished for times that wer'nt so sad
Alone at last,It's what I wanted, at least I thought, my words were haunted
The purdah of my chosen life, it cuts my heart like a dull knife
Scared to think I have a friend, empty hearts until the end
Alas I think I know the way, It's here at home I think I'll stay
My home for me, Is in my heart, I think I'll try a brand new start
If evil men can change there tune, maybe my heart can also bloom
I'll try to try , a different road, and let love come into my home
And if this works, this simple plan, then you will see a different man

STILLNESS

Stillness settles on the tired horizon.
Dust becomes dormant as wind disappears.
Where are the waves that engulfed life?
Rolling across the grassy plains.
Ending where time rests it’s head.
Mocking the rest of the waters sweet sound.
Swallowed by fates restless hand.
Gone is the existence that we once knew.
One left to stand in the fire.
Who is this person that you have become?
Alone in the crowd of humanity.
Awake in the still of the night.
Stillness consumes me.

Questions

My indefatigability to breathe new air has left me fractured, worn and tired.
Resiliency of my thick skin has kept me traveling onward.
Sessions lessons paved the way and brought me here to comprehend entity.
A soul left dawdling, in the dust remembering times spent wasted.
What of the future, is in my hands?all or none, whenever you ask.
Questions remain through questions asked answered again a different way.
What of this life? Ask me not now.Seek your own soul to decide

The Fairest Maiden

The fairest maiden of all, smiles as she drops the petal,
Floating slowly till touching the babbling brook far below.
He loves me she whispered,
As the last rose is bared.
Locked in this castle the dreams dance inside,
A voice from the past she wishes not heard.
The knight not so shining on this drizzling day,
The steps to this tower are steep and restricted.
The life and the love is waiting for her,
Another whose heart the petals float for.
The brook of her life is where real love rests.
The roses are gone, the brook is still there,
The love waits for her, no sadness it has.
The real knight is waiting to bring her new flowers.

Octobers Charade

We run through the waterfall, our bodies all wet.
We sit on the grass, as the warm sun dries us.
We climb up the mountain, through craggled small trails.
We stop to rest, taking in all of Gods beauty.
As we start again, we munch as we slowly move along.
We stop at a stream, and take a long drink.
There up ahead, a soft bed of grass to lay in.
We sleep for a while, then we are startled.
A loud popping sound shatters the peace.
We jump and we run, barely seeing as we go by
our fathers’ limp body, his majestic rack fallen.

The Gray Headed One

The sky weeps down on my tired old head.

Wrinkles of dusk drown out the light.
Soggy and laggard, I limp slowly by.

The eyes of the city are opening up,
looking for darks early slumber.

Drenched as the night is getting dark.
Seeking dry haven and respite from the nox.
Sadly none to be found here.
The tired old man inside my mind
won’t let go of the besotted dimness.

Dreams become reality when it’s what we choose.
Stars in my mind overtake moons.
Searing light dries the mood.
I wake to the brightness of life,
the gray headed one has perished.

Cause Becomes Clear

Perception of loss calls out to me,
By seeking I know I will find.

Distress is the comfort I've come to know,
Leaving kind thoughts far behind.

Unsuitable thorns twist till they bleed,
Atrocious reflections stirred round.

Infernal damnation is it what I've found,
Or fantasy's ugly kid brother?

Cause becomes clear closing my eyes,
Benevolence tries to break through.

Abhorrence runs trying to hide,
Seeking reprieve from the light.

Beatific jousts with the vile one,
Which will it be to advance?

Both will survive, the stronger of which,
Is nurtured and fed in our mind.

Progress

I lost my struggle, then I won,conceding was my greatest victory.
The battle raged on for seasons galore,the knife twisting deeper inside.
Alive so I was, but lost in a trance,reluctant to feel what I felt.
A door was thrust open, inside my mind,revealed that for which I was searching.
A haven of life, to ease my pain,and learn how to live with myself.
Forging ahead with the smallest of steps,and leaping forward in great strides.
Becoming the person that I’d like to be,each day is a step nearer to it.
As long as I pass, this thing all around,I get what I give in return.
And smile as I plod, through this gift I call life,the dibbuk of drink will stay quelled.

Breezy
The clouds move slowly across the bright blue sky.
Releasing a soft wetness to the flowers below.
Stretching to catch a sliver of heavens lifeblood.
They sway with the breeze dancing like swans.
A new season comes and with it the sun.
Buds become beauty as life is transformed.

Heart

Ripped from my chest, exposed once again,
my heart lying wounded, love I can't feign.
A new knife wound opened, through scars that have healed,
bleeding and screaming, the pain is revealed.
Wanting to run, pretend it's not real,
bury the hurt, loves lost it's appeal.
Knowing I can't, been through it before,
wanting to die, just shut this damn door.
I have to walk through it, I know it for me,
the light from the cracks, won't let me be.
The anguish I'm feeling, I know will subside,
love conquers all, I know it inside.
Keep slogging along, with my chin up high,
this ache and despair, I know it will die

Your ability to cover such a vast range leaves me in awe.
You inspire me to keep writing. ;)
Thank you for putting your soul out here.

I've searched my own soul to decide
The place where I want to reside

I've searched the world over tis true
Somehow all my searching's left me blue

I look to the mirror for the answer
The question I find's not relaxing

Then in blows a comfortable breeze
It rustles all of my new fallen leaves

I grab hold of hope and hold on
I think of your face and our song

I snicker and snort just a bit
My hearts not a bottomless pit

I feel it inside and I smile
We hold hands and sing for a while

Today I am happy for you
I hope you feel the same way too

As the day becomes night
I think of the day

The night becomes light
I wish it were dark

The dark leaves me groggy
I run to the noise

The noise hurts my ears
I turn on the light

My ears hear the switch
I close my two eyes

I flick off the switch
And wander inside

Inside it is musty
I grab for a coat

The musty old walls
Where old pictures hang

I look to the pictures
And see one of you

The one of you smiling
When one was still you

Smiling inside I walk to the light
No more I'm afraid I skip and I dance

The light holds the key
To all that I fear

The key to the door
I keep looking for

Searching your heart and soul is what ultimately brings you to a contentment within. The answer is always there, waiting. Seek it and you find you.

Burped from the belly
Of the bitch I call life
I swim with the sharks of doomsday

Shit out the hole
To lay in the sun
The flies of glooms darkness buzz 'round

Lower than dirt
I stink from the sun
As dastardly deeds are my ways

Scum sucking pig
Is what I've been called
I place my knife deep in your back

An asshole ?
How nice
If thats all you could cuse me of

Alone and awake
I watch for the next
Victim to fuck and abuse

Telling my self
This way is the way
Convincing me has become easy

Watch out you fuck
You might be the next
I steal from the lime light of life

Sneaking and crawling
Is what I do best
A snake dressed in inhuman skin

Your soft hand brushes my cheek
I look to your eyes and see love
A whisper and breath, tickles my ear
A smile starts me loving this place
A soft gentle heart, given from you
Is beauty from within that is real
A lover of life, is what you are to me
Your life is the meaning of love

I read these last two and they are SO different I almost chuckle. Until I absorb the second, and then I sigh.
Wonderful work as always. :D

WoW dude,HEeeeeaVy. is that really you, S?
Flirting with the dark side a bit are we?
Liberating isn't it?
a bit different from your other writing...

>>>>>>>>>>

Yes we are, and yes it is S
Thanks quasi, I have been wondering wher eyou were.
I hope everything is well for you.
Thanks for the reply, I was beginning to think nobody read any of my stuff
Have a good night

*Looks at my replies and suddenly feels like a nobody*
Just kidding!

This last one was, ahem, well, intriguing? Rather frisky are we? ;)

I'm sorry angel, I didnt mean it like that. How stupid of me. Yes, you are somebody, and somebody wonderful.I meant nobody else besides A couple of people, which I should have said. I really appericate the People that read my stuff and comment. Thanks everyone.

A child in want of a solid meal
No shoes or coat to stop the shivering
A look of pain that stabs my heart
Eyes burn my soul and wont take flight
No want for toys or even candy
Just love or hugs could make him happy
He cries for someone that is near
The person he seeks does'nt hear
The innocence lost can ne'r be found
A life of dreams that wont be seen
He wishes for a warm blanket
The boy of four is lost without it
Daddys gone and mommy too
You'll stay with auntie till there through
No talking back or acting spoiled
He sits and waits to find his home
He wonders why the others tease him
Because his clothes are always torn
The boy of four is learning things
That take him places he need not be
The youngster knows that tonites the nite
That mom and dad he wont see fight
And as he lays his head to rest
A warm blanket makes him feel blessed

A little girl holds mommys hand

Todays the day of many plans

Mommys going to take her shopping

The malls and stores thay are a calling

Together they will take the day

The love of mommy and her baby

She gets a brand new pair of shoes

Some pants a shirt and underclothes

They walk together hand in hand

Smiling brightly oh this is grand

Mommy loves her little girl

She skips and does a little twirl

A gentle hand to guide this child

The love they share makes their hearts smile

You know I was just teasing you. No need to apologize, I knew what you meant.

Your last two are a great example of how completely different the lives of our innocent children of the world can be.
Great work of the heart.

Sunshine speckles my wintrey skin
The warmth resides deeply into my soul
A kiss then a shower of warm summer rain
Dancing through puddles and laughing out loud
The summer brings beauty and flowers to hold
A meadow of grass to bask and enjoy
A new days begun the coldness is gone
The air is abuzz with life and of love
The season of everything growing again
The sun and the moon together as one

A wonderful ending to a good piece of work. I like these last two lines... a lot.

Words
What words can describe the feeling I have
Words alone can do me no good
I try and let out and no words will come
Words fill a page but they can't fill my heart
A river of tears for the right words not spoken
Words that were said were hurtful and sad
I look to my brain for the words that I need
To bring back the smile the words took away
Words

So sorry you are feeling this pain.
Chin up my friend. You have tomorrow.

Eyes tearing as I watch my small child,
Enjoying the day no cares to be found.

Happy to be a kid playing house,
A laugh and a smile reminds me of past.

We wrestle and roll and tickle each other,
Her eyes spark like fire and warm her old father.

The love I have for her is happy and free,
My baby is smiling and loving her daddy.

The tears are of joy, that roll down my cheek,
Content to be holding the life of another.

Aww! The blessed love of a good daddy!
She is fortunate to have such love. :)

nice work all

Thanks guys

Go to the zoo
When your down,and feeling blue,
take a ride,up to the zoo.
The Giraffe's the Bears,and Lions too,
you'll find them living,at the zoo.
Take a stroll,and look around,
your cousin's you, just may have found.
Or maybe Apes,it's hard to guess,
I look like them,I must confess.
And don't forget,to ride the train,
It's kinda small,but don't complain.
Just look into,the childrens eyes,
and you may get,a big surprise.
It seems the blues,have went away,
when all you've done,this day is play.
So take a trip,up to the zoo,
and you will find,your blues are through.

What fun! You are truly clever. :)
Yes, a day at play is certainly in order.

I bumped into you the other day
A crowd of people yet I saw your eyes

We said excuse me and looked away
Today I wonder why I did'nt stop

A fantasty exposed a life of dreaming
Years passed by in that one quick meeting

I felt a sudden urge to call you up
But I don't know you, never did

Two years have passed, They know me well
A fixture in the lonely mall

I whisper softly in your ear
You seem to smile even though your far away
A wink a smile a gentle touch
And then your gone to walk to work
The days seem longer when I cry
To pass the time I've learned to smile
I'm on my way to where the heart is
You wonder whats become of me
The work you do is letting down
Forgetting what it was that you had found
Vacation or a holiday
Depending on the continent your from
Space is time when you are home
And love is life when work is done

A thankful man I am for walking,
hearing things, and even talking.

A simple man with love to share,
to help my fellows, I try to care

I see a person thats in need,
or hungry if I Can, I'll feed

I know the life of having nothing,
Today I'm happy to give back something

I do my best to be the man,
My kids are proud to say "Thats my dad"

I like both of these my friend.

The first one is certainly one I can relate to. Makes you wonder if one passes their destiny while dismissing a glance.

I hope you continue to post your work here.
You are the king... Heh heh :D

I dont think so, I feel if its your destiny, you wont pass it.
I could be wrong though, Its happened before lol

Yeah, you could be wrong....

You have such a mix of work and all of it very vivid and quite moving....painting with words, definately. Thank you for the inspiration and please keep sharing - it's very good work.

Thank you two, I really appericate the response, It helps me to know somone is reading my writings. It helps me to post more. thanks again,steve

My finger twitches and I realize I'm still alive

I look to the air to see if I can,
But all I can see is the sound of your voice

A stinging of sorts is bringing me near
A ringing of bells is all I can hear

Whipped like the boy that was raised by another
I cling to the floor don't want to get up
A tear on my pillow soils my daydream
A wink from the night and I see whats in store

Exposing my skin to a radiant light
Burning the places I've kept to myself

I wish for the want to be it which I need

And pray for the right thought to help me along
My eye starts to twitch as I see I can see

This is beautiful my friend.
Although it may seem like it now, the tears won't stain your pillow for too long.
Tomorrow is your friend if you allow it.
Embrace each day and put your faith in you. :D

A friend's not lost if their indeed
A love's not crossed if we've the seed

We wander through this field of sand
Looking for a place to land

The reason things are'nt always clear
Is part of why we landed here

We struggle with the ways of earth
Throughout our lives, it starts at birth

And when we've found a true friend to be
Sometimes it's hard to truly see

Someone that's near to my hard heart
I hope that times won't make us part

We laughed, we cried, we learned a bit
Through tough times I don't want to quit

A friend is someone I hold dear
In my heart forever near

This life don't give us many souls
I hope you know, your one of those

Too few are the precious gifts of a true friend.
A rare find, that once captured has a way of embedding itself deep into the soul.

You know that you are forever imbedded in mine. I thank you for the gift of you. And for letting me love you...if only for a while.

Beautiful work!
True friends leave footprints on your soul.
Thank you very much for sharing.

A while in time I know will last
A heart I love forever cannot end
A moment's gone and now it's past
A beautiful soul is my new friend

Once I thought I knew the answer
Once I found a blessed soul
Once I sang out to the dancer
Once the night was black as coal

An angel brought me wisdom truly
An eternity lasted a short while
An eagle soaring flying freely
An empty glass spilled on the tile

I looked to find the broken glass
I slipped upon the ragged edge
I found a person with such class
I peered over the shallow ledge

Seeing is'nt always beliving
Seeing is what we all belive in
Seeing is a way of living
Seeing you can't always win

We speak and try to work things out
We Zip our lips and close up tight
We wander lost and cry and pout
We scream and hate and lose our fight

But when the long day is a ending
But when we think it's over still
But knowing you my hearts a mending
But hoping friends remain I will

As I am trying to make sense
As I look for an answer to this
As I look over this high fence
As I pray for my one last wish

You dance and sing and hop around
You smile and laugh and chuckle lightly
You live and in my mind abound
You make the night of mine shine brightly

So smile for nothings really over
So think about the day of learning
So think about the field of clover
So when the soul forevers yearning

"Go to the zoo" -

Now that is something. I think you should look again at this piece and figure out what it is that makes it work.
Nice mix of simplicity and complexity.
"I look like them,I must confess"
"It's kinda small,but don't complain."
Very nice.

Do you know that this is the longest poem you have ever written?
I do.

And it is beautiful, and real, and true, and life, and it made me cry as none of your work before.
It is classic you.

Thank you

And you have been studying formats. The flow worked. :)

I'm sorry I made you cry. That was never my intention.
And studying? You know me better than that.

Thanks to everyone that replied to my poems, I really appericate it a lot.

I know your intentions have never been to "make" me cry, only to smile.
You know me better than that...
I am a tender heart.

Tender, and beautiful

Am I the man I think I am?

Or do I hide when sunshine comes?

Do I deserve what we all want?

Or am I what I hide inside?

I try to feel the warm love's glow
then joy comes and I run and hide.

Am I worthwile or worth a not?

Why do I call the sorrow home?

Is there a place where smiles roam?

For this troubled soul in need,
that chooses to be in the cold.

A ray of light keeps shining through
to let me know my lifes not through.

Am I the man I think I am?

The man that loves to love the love?

I think I am the man I think,
that wants to learn to not to sink.

Can I learn how to raise my head?

Can I learn how to let love in?

I think I can, if I can try,
with angels wings, I'll learn to fly

excellent work

Thank you very much :)

Yes, you can. It is within you to be the man you want to be.
You deserve far more than you allow yourself.
Spread your wings my friend. Spread them and ride that ray of light you speak of.
Beautiful as always.

Today is here and so am I
I'm here to try to tell you why

Why I'm flying with the breeze
Floating high above the trees

I heard a song and smiled and sang
And then my cellphone shook and rang

A call from one who makes me smile
I havent heard from in a while

The memories of a happy time
She called me and she used her dime

Then of a day she told me of
When she first found she fell in love

I smiled when of that day she spoke
That guy sure was a lucky bloke

We talked and laughed and then were done
She said I'd like to see you hon

And now tonite she's coming over
We'll undress and she'll be my lover

So now you know why I am smiling
And why my heart continues flying

As I lay under the tree, the smell gets intense

Wafting up from my body I reek of foul odor

I try to ignore but the heat cooks the puke

It's only two months since I last washed myself

I want to come clean but it's here that I lay

Drinking my life is the easier way

I never thought it would come to this time

When I arrived I still had a dime

Today I can sit on the freeway off ramp

My sign that I found helps me get what I need

I want to wash off but I get less when clean

My drink that I drink helps me see where I've been

I think that tommorow I'll look for a stream

Today I will lay here and smile while I dream

As the day draws nearer to but a memory
I think of what has come of it
Did I learn to draw things more clearly?
Or has the time passed by like flight
I sit and wonder of tomorrow
I sit and think of where I sit
The moment passes then another
The time I am a riding on
For know content in knowing nothing
Content in knowing what I know
As I turn to reside in nightfall
I thank the stars from whence I've come
I'm thankful for the joy of lifes requirement
To be the one I answer to
My lucky stars are shining brightly
As long as I can see them come
I look above to find the answer
And when I find I've seen the sun

Does the creativity in your mind EVER stop?
Time to get that book started don't you think?
Wonderful work as always!

Singing in the shower I sound a bit like Elvis
Looking in the mirror I look a bit like Travolta
Walking down the road I stroll a bit like Pacino
Talking to my friends I sound a bit like Cage
Holding my dear daughter I feel a bit like Mother Theresa
Talking in my meeting I roll the words like Gandhi
Driving in my car I look a bit like Andretti
Making love is when I feel a bit like Juan
Working in the day I feel a bit like Powell
Dancing to the music I look a bit like Astaire
Turning in for sleep I lay down like Van Winkle
When I dream I dream of peace
and love throughtout the world

Tell me how you really feel and I will do my damnest
to tell you why you feel the way you feel when your the grandest

Hold my hand and I will look at lines drawn in the sand
I'll tell you what you need to hear, when you choose to land

Look at me with bloodshot eyes and I will look right through
I see the things inside of you that make you feel so blue

Walk away to other places where they know your name
the people there are somber ones, they all look the same

Smile a while and I will take your troubles to the street
chuckle and just laugh outloud, the feeling can't be beat

Sing a song of happy times, when your heart felt young
the feeling of a lighter day, slides across your tounge

Grasp the day and live it like, you have lived no other
enjoy this life and think of one, you choose to call mother

Give a wink to let you know, that your eyes still see
the beauty of this short hard life, try to think of me

Hold me in your heart and say, this guy was my friend
I know I will always love, your beauty to the end

I know from where you come my friend. Just when you think
it ain't worth it and you want to throw it all away....you see yourself without it.
I know from where you come.

I would love to crawl inside your mind for just ONE day to see things from your view.
Thanks for sharing you with us.

Moist are my eyes but tears are not mine
Scratch in my throat but no words are forthcoming
Running to hide but my knees seem to buckle
Covering my ears but the buzzing is deafening
Trying to breathe while gasping for breath
Looking away but the mirrors still there
Sleeping is good for a moments reprise
Another day gone while I watch the clock tick
Watching the sunset as it burns my eyes
Believing the worst and expecting the best
Scratching my nose but the smell is all gone
Burned out and crispy from the summers warm heat
Looking for an ocean to dive into
The new day has come to embrace me in it
Singing my song like a swan stuffed for eat
To be when I'm ready to be what I am

Hmmmm... I believe I am going to take the depth of this and keep the effect it had on me to myself. Perhaps print it and read it a few more times and see how many different meanings I can conjure up.
Nice work J.R.V.A.
~Angel~

Standing on the edge of this sheer rock wall,
Looking down at the bottom I just can't jump

I trust these new wings will surely give lift,
the fear holds me back as I hesitate and stall

The last set I had were not built real strong,
I crashed and I rolled to the bottom before

The new that I have are built well and good,
the best material known is what there made of

All that I need is to trust and let go,
but something is holding my feet to the ground

I flap them a bit and I lift just a litttle,
Then stop for a moment to catch my short breath

I know what this canyon holds if I will fly,
but all I can do is step back and wait

Afriad to just fly but wanting it badly,
Praying for peace for this scared timid bird

It is time to learn to trust your wings my friend.
Leave you fears behind and follow your dreams.
The sky awaits your approach now....Go

Summers rain wet my head, and from it hair did sprout
The water ran down the green valley letting go of drought
I looked upon the wet mountain to watch the flowers grow
The lightning light the darkened sky putting on a show
I strolled upon a grassy valley taking in the dew
The warm soft breeze reminds me of the time I spent with you
I smiled and skipped to songs of love that played within my head
I thought of all the beauty here and all the things you said
The hills they bring me back today to thankfullness and peace
They take away the hungry heart and give my mind a feast
The plants and trees are calling me to give my head a rest
And lay down in the forest green and wet my tired chest
The plants and dirt are where I'm from I try not to forget
And troubles fly when I realize there blessings not got yet

There is something in this specific piece of work that tugs on me, pulling me as if I am there...it is difficult for me to describe how it makes me feel...perhaps a sense of understanding. *shrugs*
Wonderful as always.
~Angel~

Inasmuchas I tried to lift, the car off of my foot, I wanted you to see the things that made me wail in pain. The car was just a metaphor for troubles that were brought, upon myself for thinking things, and things I had'nt got. I wanted to see clearly thoughts of things that I could gain, and wanting them and thinking of ,these things that cause me pain. Inaword or two I seem, to say things I don't mean, In writing down the words I feel, it helps me to come clean. Yesterday to me it seems, is fading to history, Tommorow is alive and well, I know cause now came just the same.Today is but the time I have, to ponder thoughts of life, the things I know that cause me all this worthless angry strife. Joyfullness and happy times, are coming into view,inasmuchas I recall, the times when I am blue. The tire tracks are etched upon, my twisted broken foot, the troubles are a fleeting now, the blues they are a moot. Singing and a dancing are, a lovely way to live, My heart is a haapy one, because I learned to give. So I think I'll give a smile, and thank you for your driving, cause without my broken foot, my life would not be thriving. The tracks and tread upon me know are things that I can see, they've taught me how to give and take, let live and be free. Wherefore now I want to give, myself unto my brother, I'll try to love and accept the actions of another. Cause is'nt this what this life is truly all about? I know that in the saddest man, love can start to sprout.Thank you for the times they were a truly not a wasted,and thank you for the beauty of, the you that I have tasted

Words fail me...
Recognition in my soul is imbedded within your words in ways I can't explain. I could have written this...

I saw a boat today aways aways away from me
I tried to swim upon the craft and climb upon and sail
I swam and swam and swam some more until I was quite tired
Then the boat turned toward me and headed for me quickly
I waved my hands and waved my arms but captain could not see me
And so that boat I saw that day sailed upon me freely
Now I sail upon the clouds looking down upon
The beauty of the wondrous world wondering where I'm sailing

oohhhhhhh.....been there!
Good play on words sir.
I am impressed.

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

Yeah! Whatever!
I'll mister you right upside the head!
MMMMMMUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH

Wishing and a wanting to not be wishy-washy
Hoping and a praying for hope that lies within
Smiling and a laughing for happy times to come
Working and a struggling to get some working done
Wanting and a needing to get my needs all met
Seeing and beliveing that what I see is true
Hearing and digesting the words I hear from you
Walking and a strolling thru fields of yellow flowers
Smelling and reflecting the smell I have of you
Knowing and a winning the smell of you has won

Amazing what the memory of a scent will do.....

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

We’ve gathered together for our cause
Cause we know were right somehow

We’ve traveled over miles together
Together we will start this change

We’ve endured hardships been a plenty
Plenty more we have in store

We’ve joined this group and we believe
Believe were doing what we want

We’ve all a family that we left
Left to be a family here

We’ve loved, we’ve lost, and found again
Again we see the love within

The colored family loves us all
All we love is to be loved

The beauty of this life were living
Living free and loving good

The people seem to put us down
Down with you you’ll come around

The life we live is our own choice
Choice is what we’re fighting for

The answer to your nagging question
Question what is real right now

The solution lies within yourself
Yourself alone can find the cure

When you are lost, look to the heavens and you will find your way home

J.R.V.A.

A dream is a nightmare with a different meaning

J.R.V.A.

A smile can bring joy to one that has none

J.R.V.A.

A penny for your thoughts usually gets you a dollars worth of trouble

J.R.V.A.

The fork in the road is where the battle is won or lost

J.R.V.A.

The art of giving is truly a blessing

J.R.V.A.

I liked your last poem...rainbow perhaps? :D
And your little quotes are uplifting and inspiring.
Thank you for all you add here.
You are tops! ;)

Great work! Very unique -- what a creative array of styles and topics. "Am I the man I think I am?" -- this inspired me. Now I have to do some writing of my own.

Oh, and total props to someone who can write such a great piece that starts "Inasmuchas I tried to lift, the car off of my foot...". Awesome.