First post
I've been working on poetry for the last two years and would like to share some here now and again.
Home as I'll ever be
Seemlessly wanted the scenery
and got all the symbolism literally
its not like there was a place where I could stand
to be the subject of anothers gaze
as I was just trying to let go easily
to be amazed
Tables turning. ambitions burning.
ashes stirring. maybe learning.
while my ego feeling the blow with words I say
Be careful not to get my hopes up too high
I might just try to fly
and find that all my dreams are someone else's lie
naive to believe that the adventure awaiting me, would grow to become theme parks
walmarts, well versed nursery rhymes for hate mongerers that make for a claim that robbery is a way of life
whats out of reach never seems what its worth
do I really want to know what its like to experience birth
why do I think I don't remember
to find that I'm a statistic, demographic in what seemed so unique. earth
and cries are just someone's burden
no more reaching up high, to raise expectations to a youth that grow up to abandon all wonder but still want to justify their life full of unappreciation.
just another man at work
And all was wanted was to see the trees in the forest I once saw home
something well learned
and all I wanted was to feel like I'm not alone
live expressions grandiose like ocean waves, come back hitting full force
Wanted to know it was well worth the fight
drained of everything called life just to know I can feel alright
Here comes an army of a critic to set things right, pillage and mock
sarcasm and pettiness insues, to know that someone else felt more alive
I don't want to continue carefully with every word
I don't want to grow old before I see the season blossoming. The leaves falling in the midst of being alone.
Like those around me
reminded of their beauty turned to insults pulled them down just like an accussation turned around.
always someone coming to make kids sad, and abandon hope?
It was hope what was heard in the laughter as the scenery reflected a seemlessly ordinary day.
and yet the one we'd like to remember the most.
I don't know if I'll ever see the day of walking by the trees and listening to the reverie prose of simplicity. being enough of meaning
to belong seemlessly, long and far removed from any meaning but filled with the delight of the sway of wind moving the trees to let go of
leaves as I'm honored to enjoy the shower passing underneath
Satisfied as I'll ever be
Home as I'll ever be
Plain Sight
I remember when I was
younger everything was fine like wine
and I couldn't tell the difference
how so many things could seem
right if the world noticed what's in plain sight
didn't know that fire and cold
you live by, they exist to let you feel
both in the splendor of comfort of warmth and breeze of the wind in presence of timeless innocence of water
ocean tides
the innate recollections of a return to stillness as the trees have more to say when my old patterns, prenotion, don't inquisite.
dumbfound to make articulate interests,
coherent is less than specific
present is lived in a free unmeasured second,
Minutes are a suprise to find meaningless
time.. time.. tied when moments leading to moments
is a recipe for existance?
method has always stood place
spontaneous, spontaneous, sponsor and give yourself a wake up call
when rehearsing lost its flare, and losing run its course.
Hiding in plain sight, And with new clothes, no longer hiding
Odd what I look like, one jacket, pair of shoes, pants. and shirt.
turns out I was never the person wearing the clothes.
I wore something else, something entirely different and there was me, another person
Discard
This is what the day has brought
the days that are good I forgot
what is special about me
is nothing
but in life there is something to be remembered
something to be forgotten
something to be kept
something to be discarded
I'm not waiting for the snare
if I'm not waiting for people
god will increase my yield
and signs and images
will not replace what is
always there
So much can be easily
dispoiled
without one realising it
Its best to stay positive
and to stay positive
I have to be clean
and alert
Breathing Instead of Lies
Well atleast I get to see the show
and its good like I know
chance we meet, the person writing this
won't recognize me
like to have some life improvement
simplifying my perception
my vacation is a regular day
finally got back to caring
off to better things
though far away
For a guy who blew it
can really use it
properly, exit quietly
alive , confidence , passive
who cares who sees me
who cares I'm breathing
trade my words
for the warmth of breathe
reaching in the forest
a moment brightens red
a place I found rest, I felt it once
a sigh of embarassment, spent so many years
trying to be alone. people I noticed brushed up on me, distant relatives, wish they'd knew me.
manage stress, manage bills, manage to live to feel something real thats worth emotion, more than I care to give away
priceless, the day that changed me
whatever way was broken, it was worth being homeless
I see how simple it was, and yet simple still is.
to come back to who I am, thought I'd never see again. I thought I lost
my only friend and couldn't afford to mourn someone only I would notice
the only one who asked how I am, and didn't judge me for answering honestly.
I'm not well and theres someone who didn't walk away
He knew me and yet I forgot he ever existed
a fable for listening attentive ears?
a role model for the fatherless?
Someone to know as I grow older
sometimes life leaves an answer to all my whys
forgotten, a trampled memory.
of someone who was on their way to being someone I know is me
collided in the wrecklessness of an aging desperate who saw an opportunity impatient to get to it before I knew I had developed potential and realize it.
crash colliding reaching far
the person I knew, never again did I see but drowning, buried in a bad dream of disable, handicap gesturing. a part of a life no longer any way
to notice that it was, once the best I could hope to remember. me, my best. is the past, a grave. that never cries, facial muscles, and the head thats
left me with no reminder what personal space is like, I'm no longer, a me I can identify as nearing complete, coherent, feeling, distance is no such thing
in my permanent of being suprised but unable to notice the car accident I walked away from, too disoriented to assess the damage of what no longer there I can identify
my sensitive spirit excited to live
injured and never could believe he knew what it was like to be alive. sensitive no more, can barely recognize I wouldn't know what to do with more
or feel what its like
I'll be posting more as time passes
Here's a link to my works online
http://www.writerscafe.org/UnforseenSolace
I've been working on poetry for the last two years and would like to share some here now and again.
Home as I'll ever be
Seemlessly wanted the scenery
and got all the symbolism literally
its not like there was a place where I could stand
to be the subject of anothers gaze
as I was just trying to let go easily
to be amazed
Tables turning. ambitions burning.
ashes stirring. maybe learning.
while my ego feeling the blow with words I say
Be careful not to get my hopes up too high
I might just try to fly
and find that all my dreams are someone else's lie
naive to believe that the adventure awaiting me, would grow to become theme parks
walmarts, well versed nursery rhymes for hate mongerers that make for a claim that robbery is a way of life
whats out of reach never seems what its worth
do I really want to know what its like to experience birth
why do I think I don't remember
to find that I'm a statistic, demographic in what seemed so unique. earth
and cries are just someone's burden
no more reaching up high, to raise expectations to a youth that grow up to abandon all wonder but still want to justify their life full of unappreciation.
just another man at work
And all was wanted was to see the trees in the forest I once saw home
something well learned
and all I wanted was to feel like I'm not alone
live expressions grandiose like ocean waves, come back hitting full force
Wanted to know it was well worth the fight
drained of everything called life just to know I can feel alright
Here comes an army of a critic to set things right, pillage and mock
sarcasm and pettiness insues, to know that someone else felt more alive
I don't want to continue carefully with every word
I don't want to grow old before I see the season blossoming. The leaves falling in the midst of being alone.
Like those around me
reminded of their beauty turned to insults pulled them down just like an accussation turned around.
always someone coming to make kids sad, and abandon hope?
It was hope what was heard in the laughter as the scenery reflected a seemlessly ordinary day.
and yet the one we'd like to remember the most.
I don't know if I'll ever see the day of walking by the trees and listening to the reverie prose of simplicity. being enough of meaning
to belong seemlessly, long and far removed from any meaning but filled with the delight of the sway of wind moving the trees to let go of
leaves as I'm honored to enjoy the shower passing underneath
Satisfied as I'll ever be
Home as I'll ever be
Plain Sight
I remember when I was
younger everything was fine like wine
and I couldn't tell the difference
how so many things could seem
right if the world noticed what's in plain sight
didn't know that fire and cold
you live by, they exist to let you feel
both in the splendor of comfort of warmth and breeze of the wind in presence of timeless innocence of water
ocean tides
the innate recollections of a return to stillness as the trees have more to say when my old patterns, prenotion, don't inquisite.
dumbfound to make articulate interests,
coherent is less than specific
present is lived in a free unmeasured second,
Minutes are a suprise to find meaningless
time.. time.. tied when moments leading to moments
is a recipe for existance?
method has always stood place
spontaneous, spontaneous, sponsor and give yourself a wake up call
when rehearsing lost its flare, and losing run its course.
Hiding in plain sight, And with new clothes, no longer hiding
Odd what I look like, one jacket, pair of shoes, pants. and shirt.
turns out I was never the person wearing the clothes.
I wore something else, something entirely different and there was me, another person
Discard
This is what the day has brought
the days that are good I forgot
what is special about me
is nothing
but in life there is something to be remembered
something to be forgotten
something to be kept
something to be discarded
I'm not waiting for the snare
if I'm not waiting for people
god will increase my yield
and signs and images
will not replace what is
always there
So much can be easily
dispoiled
without one realising it
Its best to stay positive
and to stay positive
I have to be clean
and alert
Breathing Instead of Lies
Well atleast I get to see the show
and its good like I know
chance we meet, the person writing this
won't recognize me
like to have some life improvement
simplifying my perception
my vacation is a regular day
finally got back to caring
off to better things
though far away
For a guy who blew it
can really use it
properly, exit quietly
alive , confidence , passive
who cares who sees me
who cares I'm breathing
trade my words
for the warmth of breathe
reaching in the forest
a moment brightens red
a place I found rest, I felt it once
a sigh of embarassment, spent so many years
trying to be alone. people I noticed brushed up on me, distant relatives, wish they'd knew me.
manage stress, manage bills, manage to live to feel something real thats worth emotion, more than I care to give away
priceless, the day that changed me
whatever way was broken, it was worth being homeless
I see how simple it was, and yet simple still is.
to come back to who I am, thought I'd never see again. I thought I lost
my only friend and couldn't afford to mourn someone only I would notice
the only one who asked how I am, and didn't judge me for answering honestly.
I'm not well and theres someone who didn't walk away
He knew me and yet I forgot he ever existed
a fable for listening attentive ears?
a role model for the fatherless?
Someone to know as I grow older
sometimes life leaves an answer to all my whys
forgotten, a trampled memory.
of someone who was on their way to being someone I know is me
collided in the wrecklessness of an aging desperate who saw an opportunity impatient to get to it before I knew I had developed potential and realize it.
crash colliding reaching far
the person I knew, never again did I see but drowning, buried in a bad dream of disable, handicap gesturing. a part of a life no longer any way
to notice that it was, once the best I could hope to remember. me, my best. is the past, a grave. that never cries, facial muscles, and the head thats
left me with no reminder what personal space is like, I'm no longer, a me I can identify as nearing complete, coherent, feeling, distance is no such thing
in my permanent of being suprised but unable to notice the car accident I walked away from, too disoriented to assess the damage of what no longer there I can identify
my sensitive spirit excited to live
injured and never could believe he knew what it was like to be alive. sensitive no more, can barely recognize I wouldn't know what to do with more
or feel what its like
I'll be posting more as time passes
Here's a link to my works online
http://www.writerscafe.org/UnforseenSolace
