Biography of Keith Foley
I have a wife, three girls (one died in a car accident - she was a sweet 16yr old 2/07/09 RIP) and a few dogs. I started writing poetry in 2007. I enjoy writing and hope others enjoy reading (them) . Poetry is my outlet/out-reach. I'm so glad to have found this site. I have been chasing the Truth for most of my adult and late teen years - still chasing/searching/ finding and correcting my outlook/philosophy. Hope you do the same. Keith
Keith Foley Poems
A Mothers Love
Why do mothers Love so well, when their children drive em crazy and give her hell? They're not cruel, mean or unkind, but they take advantage of her time after time.
Black Widow Spider
Black widow spider deceptive as can be, embracing you in her arms while sucking life from thee. Black widow spider keeps you close by her side,
Please Understand Me
Please understand me, I don't need much, a thoughtfull look, a pat a touch. Money isn't the only and all of life,
What can I do, what can I say, to take your pain and fears away? I feel so helpless as you know, fearing each day, till the end of your show.
At What Price
The price I have to pay is much too much, giving up the world and all its lust, after lust. The mind is willing, but the body seems weak.
Who really cares if I live or die? Who's giving me a reason to breath or try? What's the reason to stick around this place? Waiting for a smile or a touch of His grace?
I wonder what it's like being the breeze, flowing over the tallest of trees? I wonder what it's like being a brook,
God, like the sun, is watching over everyone. Even in the darkest night, shines He, His pale moon light.
Choose ye this day, whom will you serve? The choice is plain if you'v got the nerve. How did I end up in a mess like this?
One More Kiss
Suicide, suicide what kind of deed is this? Going away perminatley without leaving a kiss. I desperatley need to see you once more.
There is a spot I like to go, deep within to search my Soul. It's a secret place where all is well,
God, no, no, no, tell me it ain't so! Say it's not true, my heart you pulled in two. Awake me from this awful dream, heads bursting, need to scream!
Dear God, what can I do, to help? World pain - driven deep, into my skelp. I can't believe what shape the world's in.
Simple things of life, mystify me; the coming of fruit on a barren tree. The brilliant stars that shine at night,
The evil that lurkes beneath this mask,
keeps itself hidden for passionate task.
The task it has, unknown to all,
drains the soul to a hellbound call.
From benneath the earth does rise
an eriee voice 'No compromise'