| If You Only Knew |
[Jul. 12th, 2009|08:38 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  calm | ] |
| [ | music |
| | George Jones | ] |
The hours I've been spending
wanting to know how you have been
I'm broke but say I'm just bending
Each night there are tears left unspent.
The day will come when you get over
all my silent crying and whining.
Trade it in for sunshine and clover;
like we lived when we were dying.
And this time I know you won't forgive me.
Like all the other times before.
At least this pain won't outlive me.
All I want is to live some more. |
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| Here's to the night |
[Jun. 24th, 2009|02:44 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | artistic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Live and local | ] |
Afloat on the calmest waters ever seen
I wish on stars as they fall above of me.
A warm summers night wandering aimlessly.
The choir of bullfrogs croak a great symphony.
A new nights fog slowly flows in as I breathe.
Engulfed in life, song, wine and comradery
I pity those who think that they need to sleep. |
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| stolen from Mikey Talented |
[Aug. 24th, 2008|11:26 am] |
A riddle, a riddle, I pause in the middle of a ringtone
Maybe you should take all your things home
(That'd be nice)
Through thick and thin, I chose sink over swim
Erase that grin, turning bliss into misery
It's over, It's gone
Backtrack back when your act was actually on
Look at us now, look at us now
I've become what you hated, I faded true
Patiently waiting to face the truth
Take a breathe to rebuild, recoup
I knew for a while that this shit was true.
I just wanted you to look at me the way that you used to
The way you did in high school
But now that you do, I realize.
I never really liked you
You always laughed at jokes that I never made
I hate the way you act your age.
Maybe we could change this,
If caring was, contagious
Took lessons from the brainless
And it shows
Cause the same shit happens everyday
I know you hate the way I smoke a pack a day.
I hate the way you act your age.
Should've seen it come a million miles away
Would've but this thought put my head in a good place.
I tricked myself to think I had a good thing going
But it ended up blowing up
And love is tough
When you don't feel like showing up
Figured it out when it didn't really matter.
It's always after the fact when the fact doesn't matter
Conclusions drawn, but after the lines
Rewind, realize I was not in the right mind
What a classic mix-up that's right
Should've seen it coming so quickly
A little too late, fine great goodbye
And that's when it hits me
Should learn to bite my tongue
Just shut up for once, didn't know that it was,
It was never enough.
I've got this pain in my chest
And I can feel it going down, down, down
And all these thoughts in my head
I can hear them going round, round, round
It's almost more than I can stomach
It's almost more than I can take
But if you show how to stop this
I'll let you know that I can change |
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| In a Dream |
[Aug. 5th, 2008|09:15 am] |
The greatest kiss i've ever received,
was late last night it was in a dream
We were hanging out, just us two
our lips then met for one quick smooch
It was so simple, and yet just right
Now I can't wait for tomorrow night.
I wake each morning still tired and cranky
remembering the reasons on why you hate me
How in the hell did that list get so long?
Why can't I think of the reason's your wrong?
I fall back asleep to escape my sorrow
I'll have to tell you bout the dream tomorrow |
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| Country Summer Poem |
[Jul. 29th, 2008|08:57 am] |
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| | content | ] |
Driving down the old familiar road
With the windows down I head for home
A fresh earth scent throughout the air
Wind makes willows sway like long green hair
My ship a rusty tractor trailer
a sea of wheat for this old sailor
The sun on my back, sweat on my brow
I just take it all in as I plow
I see leaves and ferns, cat and fox tails
I roll on counting hay stacks and bales
I like to speak in my slack-jawed tones
I get away from faxes and phones
my feet hang of the edge of docks
run about barefoot, no shoes or socks
I love the sun like lazy cattle
The summer beats depressions battle |
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| The Mirror Man |
[May. 12th, 2008|12:00 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  drained | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Opel | ] |
It's the trapped days like this I tend to feel
Scream and shout all i want you still can't hear
It takes the soul such a long time to heal
When i'm no longer the man in your mirror
I can't touch you in this reflective land
This looking glass man becomes an old ghost
My image tries reaching out for your hand
It's lights out, it's the end, we were so close
I cannot exist in this darkened blight
While i get trapped behind this god damn wall
I wait behind the shadows for new light
My fragile glass breaks lose and starts to fall |
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| (no subject) |
[Mar. 24th, 2008|05:46 am] |
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Wich would you rather have? Vast knowledge, or wisdom? |
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| Poem for a Horse |
[Feb. 2nd, 2008|01:39 am] |
Everything's quiet, now that your not around
I play Catan at night, and don't make sound
I miss the ways that you used to distract me
Your past boyfriends have moved on to new pussy
I still can't stop loveing you, but that is just me.
Go live your life, but don't forget about us
Everytime I think about you it's because
You're sitting around thinking of me too.
When you grow a backbone and take a chance
I'll be the first guy in line to take that dance
I've searched this world; it's countries and it's cites
On an unending quest for the greatest titties
A word of wisedom and a taunt to you noobs
My ladyfriend holds title "worlds greatest boobs"
With a three foot dick you couldn't fill these shoe
She can't wait, but she needs patience from me
She wants to be alone but needs somebody
It's like buying gas when your not on E
As long as we talk every once in a while
Just to laugh, call names, joke, make shit up and smile |
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| King Midas |
[Jan. 29th, 2008|05:13 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | chipper | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Radiohead | ] |
Everything i touch turns to shit
It's an addiction i just can't quit
I'd make it right, but i know i can't
My empire's plagued by my own two hands
Lock me up and let me rot
It's the only chance i've got
Glove my hands, they're stained with shame
I know you cared, i'm to blame
I try to grab the world by the balls,
this overhead shitstorm always falls
All i've got or earned in life i wreck
Turn your head from me, show no respect
Tried so hard to make it work
All my dreams end up as dirt
Just promise me you won't cry
It's past time i say goodbye
All your god damn tears won't hold me back
It's time to sleep for this insomniac
Evidence shows what i fear the worst
I've become King Midas in reverse |
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| (no subject) |
[Jan. 9th, 2008|11:42 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | sad | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Silver Sun Pickups | ] |
If I feed your cold i starve your fever.
Wish you back? I can't do that either.
The bright carnation sky this morning,
should have been a big enough warning.
Your traveling heart's put on it's shoes.
The animals start to pair in twos.
Which means it's time for me to head home
the day it rains in San Diego. |
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| (no subject) |
[Apr. 28th, 2007|04:12 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  crazy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Teegen and Sara | ] |
My oxygen's gone, no wind in sails;
no air to speak with, no long dark hair.
With my feet stuck in earth, I can't fly.
My someone's not there; fire burns inside
I can't change the hero i was then
She's changed me into a better man.
She brought first aid and some healing salve
for the loneliness i used to have.
When green eyes go, i ask one more kiss
I'll love you forever; know that miss.
Cause when i feel weak, i'll know you're there
Your ghost watches me, with long dark hair. |
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| The Hometown Bakery |
[Dec. 9th, 2006|05:42 am] |
Deep in a town of with mom'npops
is one of the worlds greatest shoppes.
They don't sell hats or fancy clothes,
but bits of heaven, baked in doughs.
Day after day, hour after hour
their breads are made with magic flour.
In times of sorrow and in woes
They cheer you up with happy rolls. |
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| Heaven's bakery |
[Nov. 28th, 2006|03:37 pm] |
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I've felt moved to write poetry of the hometown bakery, haven't found the words to put it together yet, but i thought i'd let everyone know i'm werk'n on it. |
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| Pretty Girl |
[Mar. 12th, 2006|02:59 am] |
Pretty Girl just wants to die
as he confesses lie after lie
he'll spit and sputter
out with one and then another
Pretty soon she'll figure out
what his intentions were about
she'll be hurt and ache
it still won't cause her back to break
Pretty Mess is what remains
when she chooses she has to stay
bruises on her ego prove
she simply has nowhere to move
Pretty up the shattered smile
betrayed again in just awhile
her thoughts pick and pecks
hey at least there's still the great sex |
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| The Coward's Standpoint |
[Feb. 20th, 2006|04:18 am] |
My mind races and i cannot sleep.
i step back and look around.
i think of time, and what's left.
on one hand it has slowed too much,
like water has been mixed in my hourglass.
on the other, i have little time left,
which brings more thoughts.
I wonder what my final thoughts will be.
i do not fear the quick and unexpected death,
but a long un-lived life sounds torturous.
a decision needs to be made, is death the end or not?
in neither eastern nor western religion it is not.
so why be displeased with this slow paced style?
i can think and i can wait.
two under-rated and under-valued traits.
many argue not to sit and let life pass bye.
but they are the same ones who speed about,
not taking time to enjoy their life now.
perhaps i should take from this aging,
and learn about the gains of patients,
it is a good way to grow in wisdom.
but can we grow if nothing changes?
will we not grow faster if we go to change,
rather than let it come to us?
or are thoughts like that juvenile ram-rodding,
do i presume myself to be more than juvenile?
i don't know why i'd think so, but i feel i do.
perhaps that is what causes me to feel like i'm missing out
trying to look ahead without realizing what's near.
craziness. |
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| Commentary |
[Feb. 1st, 2006|06:21 am] |
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In the summer of my junior year, i was taken off the marsh to help the construction crew build some roads around a new low income housing project in my hometown. Though it was the hottest day of the year, and i didn't have the luxury of operating a dozer, and the labor was back breaking and exhausting, i felt very content when i finally punched out at the end of the day. I was just a small factor in the overall picture of putting up a whole housing complex, but i could say i was part of something. If nothing else i could go back in twenty years, and say, i helped create this. Oddly enough, a relative with kids and a bad spousal situation, was able to apply, and be accepted into this complex years later. And though the situation was very shady, i was able to feel some pride, in knowing i was able to offer someone a better place to go. Makes me wonder what other works or words of my past have helped others find comfort or escape. |
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| A Sower's Reward |
[Feb. 1st, 2006|06:04 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | recumbent | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Nickelback "Leader of Men" | ] |
One small sapling planted today,
may be timbers of shelter tomorrow
or the boards keeping you afloat
in life's river of constant change
maybe a shade tree to keep the world-
of beating down upon sun-burnt back
or, give it away to someone else
who need a home, buoy, or shade
we may never see reward for what we sow now,
but I find reward as a thankless amenity |
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| One Match |
[Jan. 18th, 2006|03:56 am] |
poison flows through ears of those you know
their infection becomes your own
soon it will bore a hole through your soul
your back is turned yet you're most exposed
a quick flip of a forked tongue
next you know you're undone
we see what we hear, too late
for names to be cleared
and a withheld truth is the worst kind of lie |
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| The Things I Never Said |
[Jan. 15th, 2006|08:40 am] |
I never said "I love you"
I know it now, I knew it then
4 a.m. came, and then i went
holding back the tip of my tounge
I was never weak, yet not that strong
You read every thought through my eyes,
I argued with myself, couldn't compromise
to this day i hate to put our friendship on line
it may be too late, or i still may have time
so i'll say it now, while it's on my mind
I love you.
A halo around my head sinks below
becoming a noose around my throat,
defending my feelings for you
To lie there next to you
was all that i could ever do
Emerald eyes so pure and keen
seach your soul, find it inbetween
who you are and who you want to be
I'll wait about patiently
you left your armor here with me
I missed my chance to say
"I'll go with you", or "stay with me"
Just stood there and let you walk away
now all i do is hope and wait
till a day comes when things have changed |
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| Lazy Prometheus |
[Jan. 2nd, 2006|02:56 am] |
Bound, chained, and alone everyday the same.
A purgatory of daily undying pain.
Going nowhere hoping for someone else to change your circumstance.
Choices were his own.
It's easier to do for others than lifting a finger for yourself.
So lay, wait, what else is there to do when you're bound to a rock.
What hell to see the same problem everyday in front of you.
Powerless to change.
Was is days, weeks, or years till you became numb?
Or did you welcome the bird?
The only sensation you received the pain in your guts.
Where's your fire now? |
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