Critiques and Revision
(4/26/2014 4:46:00 AM)
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Just A Friend
Someone you can talk to
A person you can share with
The one who can care with you
Somebody who will be concern with you
Someone who can understand you
A person that gives you attention
The one who can share your affection
Somebody who can accompany you
in the storm and in the heaven of your life
Someone who can make a distance and give you space
A person with no creepiness and cleverness
The one with no strings of attachment
Somebody who is not special, but a simple
and ordinary “angel” of your life
Not a best friend
Not a girlfriend
Not a boyfriend
Not a mutual friend
Only Just a Friend
(4/25/2014 5:05:00 PM)
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Desert sands, hovering around my watery eyes
Broken skin and a sore buttocks
Courtesy of my camels back.
While trodding along the sandy path.
Sand dunes burning from the desert sun
My skin is almost fully cooked,
My camel turns and smiles and says,
Are you my friend having fun.
Beatles hauling camel manure,
Over the sand dunes and through the day,
Il assume he sleeps well, or she,
Under the starry desert sky they ll lay
And i will do the same, sleep under the starry sky that is
As i ponder and wander, while connecting the stars
Smoking marijuana in my bed made of sand.
Waiting for my day to end.
(4/23/2014 5:35:00 PM)
Grandma always said, 'This too shall pass.' I think of this at three am when the cat is kneading the spare pillow on my bed. If I was to die tonight I think I would like to come back as whiskey. Just as strong and just as necessary.
Potent, yet oozes of strength and class, the way Grandma was. Though if I came back as a cat, that would be just as good, cute and cunning and limber, no matter how far they fall they always land on their feet, sounds ideal.
Like Grandma always said, It will pass, we just have to ride the lightning, outlast It, but the woes just keep coming and coming, seems like that’s all there is sometimes, seems like the only time they will stop is when I will stop.
As I stare at the ceiling, cat scraping the pillow, I think to myself, I want to come back as a dog, not a care in the world, lives from one meal to the next, and an occasional walk, that is the way life is supposed to be, nice and easy
Whenever they are met with grief or despair, It’s like water off a ducks back, I want to be like that, not dwelling on the past or worrying about the future, contempt with chasing their tail. Maybe we humans are the real mutts, dealing with all this nonsense.
I wish I had a hundred small problems, so it could take the focus off of the real on-going ones that torment on an hourly basis. It’s now 4.15 and I am still not asleep, I have got dry mouth and the cat keeps pacing on my bed.
Grandma oh Grandma, call unto me, my tank for this life is running near empty. Grandma oh Grandma, call to me now, my hour is before me,
call as you know how. Can you lend me your Aura, just for a while, to see me over this difficult time? I remember you bouncing me, up on your lap, sipping on oval tine; this takes me aback, to happier times, till we meet again.
The sun is lighting the corner of my room, the cat is asleep. It’s now just me and my problems, oh what to do. Grandma’s voice was still in my head, saying, this too shall pass, this too shall pass, then I replied, THATs ALL THERE SEEMS TO BE, THATS ALL THERE SEEMS TO BE.
Then fight your way through it, said a voice inside me, even if it keeps getting worse, keep fighting, and fighting, till you can’t fight anymore, don’t go quietly, just stand up and fight, scrape your way back till you find your way through, thank you Grandma, i know its you.
(4/23/2014 5:33:00 PM)
Through the Colored Skies
Through the skies that I glide,
And to the left of my lay,
Was the bird’s wing, and a colorful gaze.
The oceans of sky were Curtained by clouds,
To the right were a passenger thinking aloud.
I sat in my seat with no thought come to mind,
As comfort and solace flooded my eyes.
I looked to the colored skies of blue white and beige,
With past visions and specters away far away.
Unknown to me, I arrived at a dream,
Were glorious visions and fantastical scenes.
While I wallowed in the heaven’s, there happy and free,
Then suddenly wakened to the sound of reality.
The colorful skies had all faded to black,
With the trials of life came tumbling back.
As the large metal rod lacerates the night skies,
Readying for the journeys imminent demise.
I sit in my seat listening to the turbulence roar,
Now comfort and solace are with me no more.
(4/23/2014 5:32:00 PM)
Broken bones, tormented souls,
and everything in between.
Bound to bed, or head filled with dread,
One as bad as the other.
Besotted with hate, or riddled with aches
The black dog has many forms.
Among us many beings, sometimes blind
unto our seeing, the banes we come victim to.
Anxiously calling for the decks reshuffle,
praying for god to deal again.
Out of the dark and into the light,
a vision that might never be.
While we live near par, unsure of who we are,
there is only one expression that fits the picture.
Your health is your wealth and nothing else,
truer words can never be spoken.
(4/23/2014 5:30:00 PM)
Laughing on the out
Crying on the in.
Smiling and, jocular.
Running around in
their size sixteens
throwing cherry pies,
jumping on the bouncy castle
Behind the painted mask,
the Poker face reveals its hand
eyes soaked in sorrow, joys
blocked by stagnant woes,
chiseled into the walls of their mind,
Elusive demons at their door
Relentless till there is no more
(4/23/2014 5:28:00 PM)
The Nettles and Ivy lay hand in hand,
Mingled with the garden flowers.
Kindred and cosy in their patch,
While luring prey to their web.
The creatures with a thousand faces,
Welcome all into their acre.
Handpicking the ones that will serve them best,
While discarding the eels from their rod.
They lay in wait for their golden goose,
Then contemplating when to slaughter.
Brazen faced to no extent,
A mere vacuum behind the eyes.
Superlative to all, but to themselves,
As they live to serve just one master,
Morality and trust are merely tools,
Cunningly used for a just occasion.
The exception of which is commission based,
Shortly before an evaluation,
The question lays to you in wait,
Is can you hear the sound of thunder
(4/23/2014 5:26:00 PM)
I met a 22 year old magician today.
He showed me a trick.
He had done nothing but smile at me.
22 year old Magician
I looked into his eyes and saw two dead brothers,
A dead father, dysfunctional mother
And an ill son.
I asked him how did he do this trick so perfectly?
He replied 'I have had lots of practice,
But he warned me that its not for the faint hearted.
(4/23/2014 5:23:00 PM)
A Bed of Violets
Graveled paths cutting through the wooden acres,
Gales blowing through oceans of green.
Surrounded by nature and all things pure,
A truly harmonious scene.
As I strolled through the gravel track,
Content with my familiar path,
The mother of all was guiding my trail.
While paying no mind,
A dirt path caught my eye,
To a region unknown to me,
Intrigued the more,
To what I had never seen before,
The path took me further a stray.
The muddy trail then reached its end,
Eagerly waiting to ascend,
The conclusion that waited for me.
Vales of violets,
All over to see,
As I gazed at its beauty.
A vision to store,
To mind for evermore,
Decision made with no uncertainty.
I wallowed in the evenings bliss,
Gently blowing a goodbye
Kiss, to the land i might never again see.
So I’ll say so long,
I am nearing my leap over the pond,
Hope we can again share a sky,
And reminisce about times gone by.
(4/23/2014 5:21:00 PM)
Tea (A friend to all)
As good and bad have come and gone,
The humble plant continues on.
Bore in the earth it made its way,
From the orient to modern day.
Out of the soil its cast to its hansom pack,
Serving the best, and the ones who lack.
Awaiting your grace at the early dawn,
To serve the needs ye may set upon.
The modest bag to the amber flow,
No revered image it may know.
Like a loyal steed at your side,
Carrying you through the tides of life.
Through the rough and the harsh or the blissful and calm,
Taking all corners while warming your palm.
So when we re all dead and gone,
Be sure in the knowledge that our friend lives on.
To help and serve whoever asks,
Bestow unto you so many thanks.