Another Brick In The Wall

You can have another brick.
My heart isn't made of stone.
Maybe she is just a trick.
Want to hear me moan?
Try to out grovel me.
Try to take me down.
I will still have serenity.
My feet are on the ground.
Play all the games you dare.
Have a whole wall of bricks.
I don't care to share.
Whats one more trick?
I think that you care.

yes i do care

They Play With Me

They play with me and I want to play back.
Then I am serious like I have been attacked.
But why should I; Don't opposites attract?
I feel again but there isn't a knife in my back.
They play with me and I think there is a catch.
Then comes one to play who is unattached.
But is she is different; She feels like a match?
I feel like an egg unlaid just waiting to hatch.
They play with me and I, too just play along.
Then I feel like I have been played wrong.
But don't we all play like a forgotten song?
I mix with all the other players in the throng.

Hell's Rainbow

Their words got you so twisted inside.
You try to be honest and regain pride.
Regurgitated guilt you keep puking up.
Tastes so bitter; Here have another sup.
Trying so hard to make your amends.
Who can understand it but friends?
Been there; Done that so many times.
Wonder if you will ever pay your crimes.
Jails, institutions and death you hear.
One more heart break; One more fear;
One more deep valley; One more hill;
One more trial; Not close to done still.
Take a chair; Grim reapers are we all.
Relax and get comfy; We can all fall.
Whenever the pain gets too much
Try to do your best to get in touch
So that you can forgive your soul
And look above for Hell's Rainbow.

Again With Father

I am again with father and his hard sad eyes.
His shadow is moving as I stare at the ground.
I try to keep pace lost in thought and alibis.
His look is serious and his neck turns brown.
Weathered features and determination I see.
He sets the chainsaw down and files again.
I can see the blue bruised grain in the tree.
I try to flick the sweat bees from my tan.
The briers, vines and little limbs I set free.
The chainsaw gas can leaks on me as I leave.
Back to back we set on the new oak stump.
He wipes his brow on his shirt sleeve.
Silent but I can hear my heart thump.
Turns to me and tells me he is worried.
We get up in a little bit and start again.
Tells me so much of his life is hurried.
Someday you'll grow up to be a man.
I think of him in those golden days.
Trees falling and smells of oak timber.
The sounds of splinter through hazes.
Again I am with father when I remember.

Stardate 0005

Once upon a time in a land far away
Farther than Pluto or even Uranus
But not farther than the Milky Way
A maiden said she wasn't like us.
Alas, She said she was different
And we were filled with such joy.
It caused us to be oh so reverent
Because each one us was a boy.
Our thoughts oh how they twirled
For we tried to understand her
As she let us all into her world
Letting us know she was a girl.
We had never seen a girl before;
In all our travels she was a first.
What a strange creature to explore
And our curiosity began to thirst.
So many question we all pondered
But as we gazed upon her form
Other strange things we wondered;
She was different from our norm.
Strange feelings we began to share
And we were all shocked to admit
That he feelings came from no where.
We logged the feelings on transcript.

Dear Abby Normal

I feel only you can understand.
I am falling for this nice lesbian.
But I know she doesn't like men.
She is wonderful; A nice friend.

She is easy to talk to but teases.
Flirts with me when she pleases.
She hugs nice when she squeezes.
Knows how to shoot the breezes.

How can I make my heart understand
That I shouldn't fall for this woman?
Why can't I be like any normal man?
Can't she tell I am her biggest fan?

Why do I have to take this mental trip?
Is this a question that I can just skip?
Those knowing eyes I just want to slip.
Dear Abby Normal do you got a tip?

Dear Abby Normal it is trying to me.
It is like I have to rip my heart free.
It plays real havoc on my sanity.
Doing a real number on my serenity.

You're such a good man, Charlie Brown.

You're such a good man Charlie Brown.
Thats why folks like having you around.
Don't listen to Lucy; She'll get you down.
She'll raise that football off the ground.
You're a blockhead with a head so round?
Trust Lucy even on the pitcher's mound?
Lucy's advice really isn't all that sound.
I would think twice; Others can be found.
There is no need to leave your small town.
You're such a good man Charlie Brown.

Awesome poetry! I love them all!

I am glad you liked them. Poetry can be so therapeutic.

Don't Hate Me So

Don't hate me so because I was the one left behind.
You were left behind as I and hate can be so unkind.
Let us both pick up the pieces of our broken hearts.
We have to go on living and can't be like sour tarts.
We can remember the good times and less of the bad.
She was your mother and but my wife; Yes, it was sad.
Survivors have to stick together; Life can be so cruel.
But to take it out on each other makes us both a fool.
We are the broken pieces that have to be repaired.
We both loved your mother and glad we have shared.

To my stepdaughter, Becky

The Circle Of Crossfire

Joined in a group hug.
A moment of silence for the addict who still suffers.
For the addict born today and the one who will die tomorrow.
And the children caught in the crossfire.
Take my will and my life
Guide me in my recovery
And show me how to live.
Clean.
Keep coming back.
For it works if you work it.
And it doesn't if you don't.
So work it.
Because you are worth it.

Swords of Compassion, Sheilds of Love

As the madness descends because the ego won't let go
The insanity permeates so deeply that it reaps the soul.
The fool weakens from rage to tears as the syringe bites
But the medicine flows as the fool gives up the fights.
As consciousness fades and nirvana becomes awakened
The fool is lost in thought but the body stops shaking.
The fool crosses over from nightmare to nightmare
But he finds a comforting friend who is always there.
The guardians of the night and the angels of the day
Are always on guard there protecting comes what may.

Honeyville

Is this your first time in Honeyville?
Folks here like the sound of it still.
They all think it a real sweet place.
They all have a smile on their face.
Some of the smiles are painted on.
Can tell the ones that have real fun.
Some folks come here and to stay.
Why is it that you came here day?
Are you a traveler needing a rest?
Always room here for a new guest.
Smile; this is no where to be blue.
People always saying, "I love you."

The Number Of The Beast

And they gathered from far and wide
From the great cities and countryside
For the great beast had many friends;
It was beast's way of making amends.

The beast's friends were innumerable
And they brought gifts consumable
For the great beast was one of peace;
He liked all his friends to be at ease.

His friends to him paid their homage.
Much paper was gathered in pilgrimage.
Boxcars of cannabis came down rail
As they all began to make their hail.

The great beast saw the job before him
As he picked out each seed and stem.
His friends ever present helped much
And gently was their magical touch.

And the expanse of paper was miles
On each and every face were smiles.
Front end loaders loaded with glee
As the operators dumped merrily.

The friends each started to race
Each wanting to be in their place.
But the great beast shook head no
For he wanted all his friends to know.

Alas, His friends were all delighted
And no riots or fights were incited.
No friends took offense in the least
All knew it the number of the beast.

The Day Of The New Sun

I will deal with the past and become a new person.
I will try to right the wrongs or atleast in my version.
The day will come when the guilt will fall from me.
And I will know a new freedom and a new serenity.
I will seek to understand and less to be understood.
Because I am a living tree and not a piece of wood.
I can't forget the past but can choose not to live it.
I don't have to be doomed; I can be spiritually fit.
I can walk with the free men with my head up high.
Because in my world there is a new sun in the sky.

The Ghost Of Friendship

When I was a monster I felt no pain.
Everything I did was for personal gain.
I could not forgive nor be forgiven.
It had to do with the way I was living.
I couldn't see the sun but wanted to.
It is during these times I think of you.
I couldn't let you into my world then.
But so much has happened, friend.
Ego couldn't let me admit my wrong.
Our days together would seem so long.
Shame we never got to know each other.
We were too much like sister and brother.
When I was monster I would lash out.
I made you into a monster no doubt.
But that was the way it was back then.
When monsters fight there is no friend.
We were mixmatched in time, mate.
We never did really get to go on a date.
It was all so rushed like a whirlwind.
Many years later I think of you as friend.
A difference you made way back then.
Today I see the sun and it is so bright.
I thank you for bringing me into the light.

The Artful Dodger Of Love

You looked at the pictures as if they were broken.
Those words of love that were never really spoken.
The pieces we picked up as we started to mend.
But like those pictures we both started to bend.

It was a time for us to heal from the pain inflicted.
Caused by the way our relationship was restricted.
Restricted because I could never really talk to you.
But it wasn't because that I didn't ever want to.

There were times I wanted to break out of my shell.
But your honestly made my ego rage a living hell.
I was so entranced by the spell that it caused me.
And try as I did from it I just couldn't break free.

I wasn't raised like you for my life was different.
Your independency caused me to be indifferent.
All I could think of was that you must have nerve.
Making me turn your words around for me to serve.

I thought I was such a clever artful dodger, mate.
But all I caused you was more pain and hate.
I couldn't see your honesty making us equal.
All I could do is leave you hoping for no sequel.