im here on the beach, viewing the waves and sand that look so clear in my mind, as im sitting on the beach and you come to mind, can i throw sand in your face and kick you to what high heaven should i say, as what memories there were are no longer for my mind is clear from you younder, as i drive away in the sunset to my sweet new melody i call life, as memories of you are long forgotten, i should had listen to others, but you know me of my stubborn head, but now your gone of my insanity world..as for men of who they are or have become think woman are the apple of the eye as making them slaves on there own little home as you can see. training the men to put the toilet seat down is not a crime as you all know, thinking were insane which is not so. you get the sand in face and wish upon more

You've got a real flow going with the poetry. Keep it coming Queene.
OK, I'll try this one.

With everything I own on my back
Just a suit and an orange in my pack
Running bare on the beach
I am no bum
I've come to find the money
Holding this metal detector
Like a warrior's sword
Going into battle
The ground it does rumble
And this stomach does grumble
but i will not crumble
for i am no bum

Realy poor i know, i usually don't rhyme, since it takes away from the original meaning. Guess i didn't have an original meaning, haha.

i added to your poem

with everything on my back is what i owe as i owe nothing to the world or you as everyone knows, im running on the beach wearing my sandles and all the money in pockets as you can see, i wish i had a warriore sword and battle your brains to 1,2,3,
im not a bum as you can see, im not even crazy, just your one that made me feel so

I ran and I ran
and I stop stop stop stopped
found a few coins
and gave them to a kid
wondering
why
on
earth
this kid
is out here so late at night

add on

i ran with the winds in my hair in the waters so clear as the sky as i end up with pennies all around, as i stop and i look, and see a child playing, to young to be out at time like this so i give the child my pennies and my hand to walk to the door

add on

i ran with the winds in my hair in the waters so clear as the sky as i end up with pennies all around, as i stop and i look, and see a child playing, to young to be out at time like this so i give the child my pennies and my hand to walk to the door

all my troubles with you are mere child's play now
and I see that this will be so tomorrow as well
i am peaceful now
it was the last
thing that I had to do
before i left you

Awesome!! A+++
Great imagery
I really enjoyed this