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POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SONG LYRICS
Published
20th Oct 2012 5:01am
20th Oct 2012 5:01am
Give Yourself A Chance
forgive yourself for being
hurt
forgive yourself for being
brokenhearted
some things don't last for long
if you know its gone
don't hold on to it
walk right through it
Give yourself a chance
everybody needs one
if you are feeling down
you can turn it all around
If you believe it yeah
If you believe it yeah
If you just do it
You'll get through it
forgive yourself for being
sad
forgive yourself for feeling
so bad
If someone comes along
and your not feeling strong
Just reach out
See if you can...
hurt
forgive yourself for being
brokenhearted
some things don't last for long
if you know its gone
don't hold on to it
walk right through it
Give yourself a chance
everybody needs one
if you are feeling down
you can turn it all around
If you believe it yeah
If you believe it yeah
If you just do it
You'll get through it
forgive yourself for being
sad
forgive yourself for feeling
so bad
If someone comes along
and your not feeling strong
Just reach out
See if you can...
837 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Oct 2012 7:02am
19th Oct 2012 7:02am
You Took Me Down
You took me down
and I went
and it was good
The unexpected prize
was mine
so I
played the tune
upon you,
my instrument-
fingers hitting
every note
I wanted to hear
you sing.
the basement walls
reduced the sound
I hope the neighbors
don't complain.
and I went
and it was good
The unexpected prize
was mine
so I
played the tune
upon you,
my instrument-
fingers hitting
every note
I wanted to hear
you sing.
the basement walls
reduced the sound
I hope the neighbors
don't complain.
919 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
16th Oct 2012 6:58am
16th Oct 2012 6:58am
Junkies Lament
1456 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Oct 2012 10:53pm
15th Oct 2012 10:53pm
The Science of Love and Pain
I poured my love into an image
that was not actually there.
I thought my lover took my troth
but she really did not share
my desire.
There was no reciprocation.
Neither, would I say, was there intent to deceive.
There was simply
no need
to find a higher love
and yet,
I do believe
the pain of parting,
was
still the same
as if our affair
had become
the waterfall
I longed for.
This presents the possibility
that love thus given
can eventually deliver pain
to the...
that was not actually there.
I thought my lover took my troth
but she really did not share
my desire.
There was no reciprocation.
Neither, would I say, was there intent to deceive.
There was simply
no need
to find a higher love
and yet,
I do believe
the pain of parting,
was
still the same
as if our affair
had become
the waterfall
I longed for.
This presents the possibility
that love thus given
can eventually deliver pain
to the...
658 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
14th Oct 2012 5:51pm
14th Oct 2012 5:51pm
Breath In Time
If I were but a breath in time
I would spend myself
Upon your skin
And end it all breathing in
The smell of loving
You
I would spend myself
Upon your skin
And end it all breathing in
The smell of loving
You
1137 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
14th Oct 2012 2:15am
14th Oct 2012 2:15am
Baby You Blow My Mind
I held you in my arms today
and all my worries
fled away
your lips embraced
my love
until
I found your pleasure
and twisted
it
wild flames
erupted
passion screaming from
your sighs
but muted lest
some passer by
ruin
the secret
of our joy
trembling anticipation
exploding into
pure elation
unfettered
flying
dreaming
driving
baby you blow my mind.
and all my worries
fled away
your lips embraced
my love
until
I found your pleasure
and twisted
it
wild flames
erupted
passion screaming from
your sighs
but muted lest
some passer by
ruin
the secret
of our joy
trembling anticipation
exploding into
pure elation
unfettered
flying
dreaming
driving
baby you blow my mind.
2869 reads
4 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
12th Oct 2012 6:40am
12th Oct 2012 6:40am
Souls for Sale
Souls for Sale- from the collection, Purgatory Tales www.purgatorytales.webs.com
I sell souls to zombies. Hey, Its a hard world Down Here, what else can I do. In purgatory the zombies come from all over the When and the Where of the real world. Any iconic symbol that has risen to the forefront of the consciousness of mankind finds full expression in the half -lives of the dead,and there seem to be more than a fair share of Zombies. They lived as if they were dead on earth and they are still trying to escape death in purgatory.....but there is no escape. There is only temporary...
I sell souls to zombies. Hey, Its a hard world Down Here, what else can I do. In purgatory the zombies come from all over the When and the Where of the real world. Any iconic symbol that has risen to the forefront of the consciousness of mankind finds full expression in the half -lives of the dead,and there seem to be more than a fair share of Zombies. They lived as if they were dead on earth and they are still trying to escape death in purgatory.....but there is no escape. There is only temporary...
851 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
6th Oct 2012 8:35pm
6th Oct 2012 8:35pm
Mystery of Crow and Mockingbird
The mockingbird chased the crow through the sky
"I will pluck all your feathers and peck out your eyes"
"This is such a high price for your eggs", Crow replied,
To which Mockingbird answered, "This is why you must die."
Crow laughed and said, "No, This is why I must Fly Fly Fly."
A poor man stole bread, to feed his starving child
So they cut off his hand
As the sheiks and the mullahs, soaked the oil from the land,
With desert gold beguiled.
Oh poor man, is this is a bitter pill?
Your child is hungry still...
"I will pluck all your feathers and peck out your eyes"
"This is such a high price for your eggs", Crow replied,
To which Mockingbird answered, "This is why you must die."
Crow laughed and said, "No, This is why I must Fly Fly Fly."
A poor man stole bread, to feed his starving child
So they cut off his hand
As the sheiks and the mullahs, soaked the oil from the land,
With desert gold beguiled.
Oh poor man, is this is a bitter pill?
Your child is hungry still...
790 reads
2 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
6th Oct 2012 5:36am
6th Oct 2012 5:36am
The Invisible Man
I am the invisible man
Try n catch me if you can.
Look for me but I won’t be here
My gift is to disappear
Catch a glimpse of me anywhere
Look again and I won't be there
Look right through me, I don t even care
I'm both nowhere and everywhere
I am the invisible man
I am the invisible man
Try to explain but you won't understand
Your world is real mine is like the night
I'll stand right by you but I m out of site
I am the invisible man
Well I might walk beside you for awhile
Just to see...
Try n catch me if you can.
Look for me but I won’t be here
My gift is to disappear
Catch a glimpse of me anywhere
Look again and I won't be there
Look right through me, I don t even care
I'm both nowhere and everywhere
I am the invisible man
I am the invisible man
Try to explain but you won't understand
Your world is real mine is like the night
I'll stand right by you but I m out of site
I am the invisible man
Well I might walk beside you for awhile
Just to see...
738 reads
1 Comment
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
5th Oct 2012 8:21pm
5th Oct 2012 8:21pm
“DEAD BEFORE YOU KNEW IT”
Anecdotal evidence from an artist’s life, that art is life and life is love, death and justice.
I am firstly a song-writer. Not a well known one. But I write a lot of songs and some people listen to them. Secondly, I am a poet. I began writing poetry before I could play a guitar. I find poetry to be more difficult than song writing. Although there is poetry in my song writing, a poem that stands alone is precious and therefore, since I accomplish it less, I am secondarily a poet. Poetry, to me, is the purest form of emotional expression available to man. A good poem is a rare jewel...
I am firstly a song-writer. Not a well known one. But I write a lot of songs and some people listen to them. Secondly, I am a poet. I began writing poetry before I could play a guitar. I find poetry to be more difficult than song writing. Although there is poetry in my song writing, a poem that stands alone is precious and therefore, since I accomplish it less, I am secondarily a poet. Poetry, to me, is the purest form of emotional expression available to man. A good poem is a rare jewel...
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th Oct 2012 4:55am
5th Oct 2012 4:55am
Full Yet Empty
If u don't want to hear me say
What feelings play upon my lips
My heart all out upon my sleeve
And longing for your fingertips
A brush with life
A memory
Imagined
Full yet empty
If you don't want to hear me say
Your name quietly whispered
Parting dreams, awakening love
With passion's mystery stirred
Let this longing drift away
A ghost upon a distant shore
Not forgotten
But fading evermore
A brush with life
A memory
Imagined
Full yet empty
What feelings play upon my lips
My heart all out upon my sleeve
And longing for your fingertips
A brush with life
A memory
Imagined
Full yet empty
If you don't want to hear me say
Your name quietly whispered
Parting dreams, awakening love
With passion's mystery stirred
Let this longing drift away
A ghost upon a distant shore
Not forgotten
But fading evermore
A brush with life
A memory
Imagined
Full yet empty
837 reads
1 Comment
ANGER POEM
Published
5th Oct 2012 4:13am
5th Oct 2012 4:13am
Blood and Oil
Old sheiks and mullahs
Send their brothers' sons to war
All those boys
With bombs strapped on their backs
Wonderin what they are dyin for
Wonderin if old Allah
Is really waitin at the door
With a barrel full of virgins
Or a barrel of blood and oil
Crooked senators and businessmen
Do the same with ours
All that talk about security
And how them Arabs burned our towers
But they wink at one another
Take advantage of their power
To profit from a river
Flowing dead with Blood and oil
And we sit around...
Send their brothers' sons to war
All those boys
With bombs strapped on their backs
Wonderin what they are dyin for
Wonderin if old Allah
Is really waitin at the door
With a barrel full of virgins
Or a barrel of blood and oil
Crooked senators and businessmen
Do the same with ours
All that talk about security
And how them Arabs burned our towers
But they wink at one another
Take advantage of their power
To profit from a river
Flowing dead with Blood and oil
And we sit around...
679 reads
1 Comment
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