Posts Tagged ‘#poet’

I am a sponge
Fill me with your life
I will not overflow
I absorb.

I am a sponge
Bigger from inside
Everything you spill
I will hold.

Too often filled with grief?
I can be unexpected relief.
Each visit is painfully brief.
Can you give your heart to a thief?

I am a sponge
I will hold all of you
And will want for more
I adore.

I am a sponge
Though I weigh nothing
I have more than strength
I remain.

I do not own the land I am standing on.
The house I live in does not belong to me.
I Own Nothing.
They were given to me by my forefathers,
Who took it from native peoples of long ago.
They Owned Nothing.

The sky and the sunsets are not mine to keep.
The shore that calms the evening hours is not mine.
I Own Nothing.
Unprepared for the depth of lies from wicked men
Too many died learning what true cruelty is.
Now Own Nothing.

In my heart a wildfire burns
It burns out of control.
Everything buried in ashes
Darkening my very soul.

In my head a chaos reigns
No music can console
Nothing stands long in its way
Tearing and deepening the hole.

I do not own the land I am standing on.
The house I live in does not belong to me.
I Own Nothing.
They were given to me by my forefathers
Who stole them along with so many lives
Pray for nothing.

We count our possessions measured in gold
But the down payment was paid in tribal blood.
I Own Nothing.

Of all the treasures I have saved.
Hidden away for a better day.
Of all the gems I’ve written and played
Moments captured then stored away.

Of all the hours Frozen in time.
You had yours and I had mine.
If you give just a little rhyme
You get back so much the darkness shines.

Of all the instruments I’ve played
Inspired to communicate.
Of all these feelings often betrayed
Words are meaningless left unsaid.

Words are Meaningless left unsaid.
Like a song that’s never been heard.
Words are Meaningless left unsaid
Silent now Default and Preferred.

Of all the tears many came with smiles
The benefactor of many trials.
Of all the years measured in same miles
It never ends renders or compiles.

There are team mates that always have to win.
They cheat and break the rules and do it all over again.
Repeat to themselves over and over before they begin
Losing the game by playing fair is the biggest sin.

There’s nothing wrong with better equipment.
Give it all you got every time you hit the pavement.
If it ever took more than one-hundred and ten percent
When the coach says, ‘take him down’, you know what he meant.

Training buys a millisecond or two.
To cross the finish line first you have to know what to do.
Survivors don’t sit at home wishing and hoping it was true.
If you’re back’s against the wall, they’ll tell you what to do.

When you can’t beat ‘em fairly
Change the Game.
Find yourself slow and outmatched
Change the Game.
Placed a bet turned too far south
Change the Game.
The line of credit has just run out
Change the Game.

Change the Game when your opponent is prepared.
Change the Game or break it so it can’t be repaired.
Change the Game and just act like you never cared.
Change the Game don’t let them know you’re impaired.

Former partners must have played a similar game.
Taking credit for things that were in your name.
Pointing at others as if they were the ones to blame
Scavengers and vultures that won’t survive the same.

Whenever I hear noises or banging
I turn them into a pattern repeating.
Tempos within syncopated phrases
One rhythm falls another raises.

And the timing of all these pieces fit
Each noise becoming an instrument.
The rhythm drives and then grooves
Cycle completed everything moves.

Soon random notes become a melody
And I just can’t resist adding harmony.
The right chords wrap them all together
Within a beat that goes on forever.

Each song I write is for me, you see.
And I’d rather share my songs for free.
Than to follow orders, rules and liars
So I am The Artist and the Buyer.

My fingers begin to tap with my toes
Memories take me wherever it goes.
Past experience and buried emotion
Lyrics melody then explosion.

Another new song is almost complete
A smile on my face I kick up my feet.
Post where no one hears them at all
As I start to feel new noises call.

Each song I write is for me, you see.
And I’d rather share my songs for free
Than to follow orders, rules and liars
So I am The Artist and the Buyer.

Thinking of the times we were both in school
They said I was an idiot and called you a fool.
In high school you created a vaccine that kept thousands alive
When I was bored I solved problems for the first warp drive.

One time I saw a kid push you around
I thought you would never hit the ground.
I went over to help you up and when I reached out a hand
With a smile you said. “Bodies in motion. Now I understand’.

In class I was asked for money and I had to refuse
That week I came home with cuts and a bruise.
Forget the bedside manners and dispense with the charm
That’s what you meant when you would yell, ‘First, do no harm’.

Bodies In Motion pushed in so many different ways.
Bodies In Motion simply can’t be measured in days.

Bullies and jerks are really nothing new
Feels like so many but there’s only just a few.
Beauties and brats seem to roam free across the range
They appear successful but soon that will also change.

Bodies In Motion pushed in so many different ways.
Bodies In Motion simply can’t be measured in days.

Thinking of the times we were both in school
They said I was an idiot and called you a fool.
In high school you created a vaccine that kept thousands alive
When I was bored I solved problems for the first warp drive.

It’s not like I planned it
Much of life is under handed
I didn’t really understand it.
And all of it demanded.
The rest of my life branded
My soul reprimanded
Heart and thoughts now commanded
Hope forever abandoned.

Not like I didn’t have a choice
When I needed it I lost my voice.
The true cost is not on the invoice
But everyone loves their toys.
There are those who will rejoice
Not just women or their boys
Their words thick and moist
It is the silence that destroys.

My Mistake
And I made it so long ago.
My Mistake
Took me this long to know.

Passions and hope and dreams
I made them all routine
Rather leave than make a scene
Hide behind another machine.
Standing tall and in between
Excuses and lies on a trampoline
Drinking cool-aid from a canteen
Pretending what I did wasn’t mean.

My Mistake
And I made it so long ago.
My Mistake
Took me this long to know.

Some will listen to you
But you will never talk.
They’d rather play games
In circles made of chalk.

If they thought about it twice
It would have been clear right then.
But faced with the same choices
They’ll make the same decision again.

It wasn’t difficult
I didn’t need a guide
I only had to ask
To know who you were inside.

And that’s when I stood up and laughed,
“I completely understand”.
She said “I don’t want to be your woman,
But I’d love to Be Your Man”.

Nobody thinks life is simple
But it would be nice to get a break.
Give everyone a fair chance
And learn from your mistakes.

It doesn’t take a genius
To know when you are in love.
For me it was your gentle touch
And everything you‘re made of.

And that’s when I stood up and laughed,
“I completely understand”.
When she said “I don’t want to be your woman,
But I’d love to Be Your Man”.

This is another one of my poems I pulled out of the archives recently. Written back on April 2nd, 1984 (what a good year!) and it has a few lines I like.

I want you to stay
For the moments that last forever
Like seasons that always change.

Not to change you
But to watch you grow.
Not to hold you
Or to let you go.

It’s too late to cry
Much too long since you went away
Sometimes you just can’t look back.

Don’t need to know why
Something beautiful goes the wrong way
But you can never go back

Not to change you
But to watch you grow.
Not to hold you
Or to let you go.

I want you to stay
For the moments that last forever
Like seasons that always change.

I found this poem in my archives that I wrote on June 26th, 2016 and I would like to share it with you.

I have a pretty long list
Of all the things I love
I can do any of them with you
Or, if you prefer, none of the above.

Family, friends, writing music, singing songs
Winter walks, coming home, sky full of stars.
Solving problems, helping strangers, reading a book
Practicing yoga, sometimes riding my bike too long.

Learning something new, teaching what I’ve learned
Laughing at jokes, sharing good food, colorful sunsets
Writing on my blog, sharing a story, liking a post
Being silly, going for a swim, getting praise that I earned.

With you I can do anything
And add it to the list of things I love
With you I can do anything
Or, if you prefer, none of the above.

Cuddle and watch a movie, listening to you breathe at night
Playing games no matter who wins, a weekend unplugged
Hearing from co-workers, dancing like a fool, laying in the snow
There are so many other things I’ve added to my list tonight.

With you I can do anything
And add it to the list of things I love
With you I can do anything
Or, if you prefer, none of the above.