A Fallen Brother

Swimming in mediocrity
getting lost in the night
giving in to the game
you can't get it right.
Once you had dreams
now they've all drifted away
no longer your own
It'll take a lifetime to pay.
Soon you will see
the mistakes that you've made
it's never too late
come from under the shade.
Be true to yourself
it can't get any worse
leave the shadow on the pavement
and really think about the that second verse.



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Unbridled Pain

Spinster wheeling it like it is
battered and bruised from
years of deception
claustrophobic from years of angst
shattered down the spine
eeking out a trivial existance
left in the dust
reality exists in yesterdays
half-heartedly gives up on faith
only to realize
she never had it
times were never happy
only agony and defeat
at the hands of a man




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Scared

Windswept meadows delivering promise,
Pewter blades have no effect,
Overpowered by sheer beauty,
Was more that he could expect.
Eyes gaze at themselves,
Sauntering off into the blue,
Withholding all that is good,
Remembering all that was true.
Drifting slowly into a fairy tale,
Sparrow breaks the silence,
Living in the moment,
Thunder now heard in the distance.
Tumblers comming to the forefront,
Time seems to stand still,
Lights flash with horror,
Spine starts to tingle, body starts to chill.

I wrote this after my children's daycare provider informed me that her son had passed away. Very Sad.
I never gave it a title.

Untitled

Overcome with feelings of sadness
Yearning for lost time never spent
remembering the good times
wondering where he went.

Life hurts too much
can't find the strength
but for a moment in time
avoiding joys once loved at great length.

Restitution lies ahead
willing it to be
you must keep the faith
a greater power wishes you could see.
Time to once again start living

Full circle it will come
be happy and rejoice now
for one day, you will again embrace your son.

Sorry!

This is a poem I wrote about a friend of mine who was having some problems in his personal life. I know it sounds like I am contemplating suicide, but that is not what this is about(just wanted to clarify this).

Sorry!



Trigger on the gun,

Can't find the courage,
Shmack dab alley.
That's where it needs to be.


Rattle around,
Messin' things up,
Major damage,
Still alive.

Fu**ed up,
Nothin's that bad,
Too late now,
Bullets rattlin in my head.

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Brown Eyed Girl

Reality altered by temptation

Brown eyed girl has control

Imagination's limits tested

Late night escapades eatin at your soul

Silky smooth shows up

Furious and fast

Blood pumps quicker

Not sure how long I can last.

Danger lurks at every glance

Recklessly freebird flies

The night grows darker

Doesn't want come down from the sky.

But at last it all must be done

Shake, rattle and roll

See ya next week

Time to crawl back in my hole.

My Son

This is a poem that I wrote for my Son on his 4th birthday. I was watching him from accross the room and was overcome with emotion. Enjoy!

My Son

Your blue eyes light up my soul,
Your smile makes sadness fade away,
Your curiosity keeps my mind pure,
4 years ago today was a very special day.
Your kind heart lifts my spirits,
Your hugs and kisses make me want to stay,
Hearing, Daddy!, Daddy!,It's always the best part of the day.
You are my son,Nothing can ever take that from me,
I cherish every moment,
It's the one thing I can truely see.


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