Lifes Like That
Why do i sit here.Writing waiting.What is it i hope to find.
Do i know for what im searching.Is it a case of running blind.
How can it be i see the end now.
Do i wish i had changed my mind.
Like i could have if i wanted too.
Some curses were meant to remain.
At least i know what i was missing.
I do now know where the truth is stored.
I can imagine picking up all the pieces.
But i whine an say my backbone is gone.
Cant somebody please sweep up those pieces.
And humpty dumpty together my brain.
I have said self-questioning is fairly scary.
Suicide is an end that comes to mind.
But not to question seems just as stupid.
Why stick in the same rut for the rest of time.
Quite possibly my devious mind informs me.
This rut is just like all the others.
So i question myself and steer remotely.
And sit on the fence and wonder why.
This rut i am in is gaining dimensions .
That bring an undertaker clearly to mind.
My balls are aching and clearly complaining.
they want to know why they aint made of brass.
they have taken a vote and then informed me.
They seriously intend to kick my ***.
Why oh why cant i just act normaller.
You know the good little boy who sat still in class.

The world is full of silent angry people
Despair fills the void
Happiness is overrated
Buy some lose it who cares
Better catch up you're the leader
In this strange race we call life
On second thought slow down a bit
Consider contentment as a vice
The cost is huge the perils real
To go against the grain raises slivers
No one trusts the lone who stand
But who else can say with truth
They sleep quite well at night

nice and true..

this is awesome!

And in the same vain
I once thought i knew everthing,and i still do
However i know now i know nothing of the meaning of life
If all i stare at is a wall it becomes everything to me
Add a window and i am blinded by the knowledge of light
who can say where borders end
Who can show me the forest with its trees
Who can describe everthing without knowing what they miss
It will be the death of us this willing blindness
Evan as we fight to remove our blinders
We turn our heads and see what we wish
we turn a blind eye to injustice
Lest we are forced to turn the other cheek
I now know when at night the stars i gaze
I am seeing all of them a universe divided
BY the restriction i place on sight
Blind faith is a knowledge
Of which i despair
Of ever knowing even remotly
And that's knowledge worth keeping

a smoke a smoke asmoke asmoke odd endz final start
the views expressed are not always what they seem to be
SELFISHNESS
DO AS I SAY SIT STAY FETCH MAKE MY LIFE EASIER A HOLLOW SHELL LET ME BE THE OBJECT IN YOUT LIFE THAT GETS THE SQUEAKING GREASE THATS RIGHT RUB IT IN SLOWLY I DO NOT WISH TO BE PUT OUT EVERTHING I SAY OR DO OR SUGGEST SHOULD BE YOUR ONLY DESIRE JUMP UP AND ASK HOW HIGH NEVER MIND THWE REASON DOES IT MATTER ARE YOU NOT HAPPY SHALL I GET ANOTHER THATS BETTER QUIT WASTING MY TIME oops run outta time

HEARTFELT

as a note the purpose of this exercise was to take everthing i wrote being unable to sleep instead without spending lots of time explaining my concept i wish to see how different styles are taken tks in advance for critique both pos and neg tks

ANGER
You hide inside me a stranger unwelcome unbidden showing up unexpectedly at the worst possible moment. How did you take root in the stony ground of my heart.From what do you gain sustinence that you keep growing.Leave me alone go back from whence you came you ugly sore

Ignorance is Knowledge Wasted
achild is born
quick cover his eyes
do not let him see your naked breast
shelter him anxiously
lest he learn too much
knowledge is a tool he must not gain to exist
this world is not ready to deal with the power he wields
leave things alone
do not change our ways
we are content the way we are
why do you wish to change this balance
are you insane
you will ruin us
begone and take your ideas with you
we will stone the child to spare you the anguish
Leave us in peace

those eyes
her eyes like a ray of sun warming me
dance mystically
laughter flits there flecks glinting
her voice caressing my ears like the kiss
of a feather against the wind
she reminds me of a warm spring breeze
bringing the hope of life renewed
the scent of her fills my senses
already staggered by the beauty she possess
how my heart beats wildly with just that smile in her eyes
how deep her beauty soul deep
expressed thru those eyes

hope,,,,,out of pandoras box

Bruised
Battered and broken
Clinging desperatly to life
You are a stubborn one i'll give you that
How you persevere in the face of oppression
I do not comprehend what gives you the strenght to carry on
Others far stronger have resigned themselves
What dream do you have from which to draw your strenght
From a locked box you came
Opened by curiousity
Ridiculed and villified by your brethren
Beaten for the light you bring
That compromises the darkness they seek to have take hold
I will follow you for awhile and see what fate has instore for you

And the clock strikes 3

i think if i write enough
i will get to that which bothers me the most
like a pebble in my shoe here now gone again
an earworm from my youth
i know not what i seek
i hope it willl come to me
i hate to think of all the time
i could have wasted
instead of chasing a dream
a moment in time
a thought lost
some recollection
remembered dimly
distraction overtakes me
i change direction
i wander aimlessly
words cannot paint the picture trapped in my mind

allrighty then

once upon a time
Knights of valour did stain with blood the battlefield
a stand against injustice
thier code a brand not endured lightly
loyalty honour fight greed
corruption like rust
insiduous creeping
forcing honest men from thier homes
staining truth ignoring that which true men die protecting

Kings and Queens rich and poor wait with hearts racing wildly
thier fate resting on the backs of men most would never know
once upon a time that is clearly past
evil could not stand against the might of right
but the winds of time have worn away the good
in mens hearts and souls

Bonjour Bien Matin
i wake and rub the sandmans gift into my eyes
and curse
only a fool repeats the same mistake
and expects different results [m twain? ]
i look outside and the world is perfect
millions of visually hardened precipitates
slowly drifting to earth
obliberating all that i see
turning the bleak reality of my mistakes
into a world reminicent of a childs toy
and as the sleep falls and reality sets in
i see with adult eyes and curse again
danmnit it's snowing

as a second note i get 1hr a day on library puter short story
i am not shure if this is right way to proceed but mistakes dont bother me overly...sorry if spelling sucks,,,,punctuation hmmm
here is example of why i dont bother editing a little
as written
my fields are empty my lands barren of a crop worth harvesting
i spend all my time worrying about weeds
that grow only because of the fertile poison of my mind
i worrry if i grow corn oats and wheat
my nieghbours will take what i dont eat
selfisness is the fertilizer i spread so lavishly
laziness the crop i sow
thistles the crop i reap
and store in the barn i neglect and now an attempt to edit

yes i have a garden of which i am so proud
vanity grows like mad amoung the towering ego
pride suffocates anger chokes
there is no place here for charity,love,hope
venomous hatred lavishly distributed
diluted with others tears
i carefully cultivate that i do not disturb
the roots of envy and greed
no love is lost-instead discarded like weeds
joy in the acccomplishments of others joins the pile
and i curse those who offer me the seeds of goodwill
preferring to take that which is not offered instead
why do i love this garden so much that i spend all my time
ensuring nothing will grow that
will comfort the hurt,sustain the hungry,support the weak
i have so little i say
because others may take that which they wish without my consent
in spite of the razor sharp wire of my ill concealed contempt
my prejudices,my hate,my version of the truth
surrounding the garden
alter-editing? so i pretty much leave things as they are
it is better for me to dislike a verse than to waste hours trying to make small changes i feel somewhat like a cheat because these are not dragged out of me most just go thier own way i just scribble the nonsense down

love is a coat of many colours
lust respect trust to name a few
it is amazing how colours are used
feeling blue? does your love miss you too
perhaps your friends are green with envy
her dad seems to be in a black mood
red is love,blinded of course
matched to anger niether can see
pure as the driven snow
white is her purity and ahh
where did that go?
yellow is what tempers red when lust fades
friends replace frenzy
love grows green as yellow and red blend
eventually budding into the brown of those diapers
ha ha !! pink and blue
does that make you purple
like your face is gonna blow

i claim literary license lol colour blind?

<---------------- enjoying this thread.

I really dig this material. I liked "Anger" and the post right after it especially. I think you have a gift.

Mon cher c'est le travail fabuleux!...Magnifique fil, merci!!