Poet Introduction What a great way to show how creative you can be. Me being a poet is like being in a different world an escape. It's healthy really one of my many outlets. †I look forward to expressing more how I feel through my work. To relate & share also.
Older some fade backwards to the younger times. Chaotic not knowing what the present holds. Was that ever important? What made its way into our heads before. What caused anger now and before? Is it how people treat you? Is it that youíre paying attention to what others do? What lesson will someone get from your best revenge? What are you giving up? Tired cause youíre forced to stand while youíre sitting.
One mood hangs over him like a cloud of rain. The prolific hollow stoic gaze. In the mist of seasons in a crowd he walks. Evidence shows there are people present but Michael stares alone. Years pass and the motive burns the same never to become grown. Aging his colors turn grey but the motive keeps him active. Is it such a false tone to chase this history like it can be written?
I see a lot of people weak. Weak about little things. Worried about what others think. Worried about what others have said. Deep down would you really allow anyone to get you down? If you ask me if you do youíre a fool. This life we live is free but our short time makes our worth so expensive. Spend your efforts and energy wisely. The end could be costly.
Content with the solitude but the visits are nice. Realize nothing comes without a price. Lack of preparation has me pondering a day off starting with breakfast. Out eating with you in sun I become over caffeinated too much coffee. What is it that has me so high? Overstimulated with good feelings. Nights and days just remind me of the good thatís out there. You are the prettiest woman to ever hold the shovel to bury all the bad in life.
Single Stampede Of Pure Hell (modern day berserker)
Fueled by a lack of normal expressions. No words can come out at once to explain the pain of a burning athleteís passion. No worries of a good or bad outcome. Those not afraid to lose are dangerous. Rage forward with the heart of a berserker. Whatís inside will hurt the aggressor more then anyone. Fights are like paintings. Expressions are painted on opponents and all those who constantly doubt him. Audiences peer at what they deem as violence. Pushing the limits with a barrage of acts that make him violent. Honestly is silent. Donít...
Does it ever return? Only in a good somber mood. All that has to be done is remember your awful attitude. Thank you for opening my eyes and mind to everything Iíve since attained. Youíre a teacher who would have thought. Put to good use this time has been amazing. Free to explore and go roaming. Living through experiences I only recall to help others . Smiles of mine burns with passion for what is coming. I think I see her.
Just took a few phone calls to insight bravery. Through old storms a man drove. In a night of cars. Too many cars. Found her looking through a windshield uncovered of the lightest snow. Take me inside. I see you have drinks for two. Already chilled on ice. Iíd prefer silence and the action only of lips. Why is the question. Are you still stuck after 57 weeks? He left ya and now Iím here to rescue ya.
Adventures early on the road. Itís what is most calm a good mood. Convinced the one and only to take a risk with a good attitude. Not everyone is on the same page the inevitable endless feud. Adventures bring sporadic surprises this is me becoming unglued. That question I wish that could be asked becomes sound waves in my air.
Donít want to relive scenes from before. Here it is he was running with no place to call comfortable. Itís impossible to satisfy her needs all the time. Collision comes again and again with new unseen motives. With a guard down he became exposed. She felt as if she had lost who he had been. Hours spent in books looking for answers. Little did he know it was already over. Her friends had already known so. Reminders from back then when he had already gone through it. The significance of the moment silences the warnings. He saw the impact...
Iíve seen it before. Something Iíve dreamed. Within a grasp before. Was that the right one? Trials will tell the answers to all. Strong enough to withstand the changes. At either side to communicate real things. Is it that this is on hold? In the process of being made strong enough. Will it have been worth all the time left empty? The sweetest thing would be to see you smile at my cause.
I could tell you all that had to fall before this awaited trip. Not a dream but made in real life. Guided and teased by fantastic dreams. Finding ways to be lead by such a motivation. Iíd prefer not to walk train tracks in winter. Do it now. Only to be ready for the nice summer weather to come. Coffee shops ringing bells at entry. Morning screams for a daily dose. We want the kind of day that lightly burns. Sweat arrives on the scene. A lightbulb goes off to run to a pool or the nearest beach. Hopefully this 6 ft rule wonít last...