driving down the road
grey dawn breaking this morning
quite tires hum
Poetry is the theme for this blog..... or "The Random verbal diarea of a man who used to write." yeah, I like the second description better, its more truthfull.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Friday, March 18, 2011
PAINE
Tears you cry
with rage inside
would that i
could take inside
myself for you
to see you smile
like a sunlit day
on a cloudy night.
What you mean to me.
What you offer
I drink up like water
to hope I give the same
knowing I cant take that pain.
you are always in my thoughts.
with rage inside
would that i
could take inside
myself for you
to see you smile
like a sunlit day
on a cloudy night.
What you mean to me.
What you offer
I drink up like water
to hope I give the same
knowing I cant take that pain.
you are always in my thoughts.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Helping Hands
HELPING HANDS
broken down and hurt
hands of light
held me together through
the night.
Pain I sought.
Pain I found.
Hands easily crush
these dreams of safety,
these thoughts of warmth.
Hands a blanket.
Hands unbound.
Hands i fought.
Hold me down,
broken and hurt,
lift me up high.
Held me safe,
let me cry.
broken down and hurt
hands of light
held me together through
the night.
Pain I sought.
Pain I found.
Hands easily crush
these dreams of safety,
these thoughts of warmth.
Hands a blanket.
Hands unbound.
Hands i fought.
Hold me down,
broken and hurt,
lift me up high.
Held me safe,
let me cry.
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