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Will take my stuff from the original thread and start it here.
Full Circle
You used to make all my dreams come true, but our last call left me black and blue.
You took me to my highest heights, you pulled me to my lowest low and you ain't got one ounce of remorse or sorrow. Keep raking up memories so true for me and all games to you, telling me daily I love you, I love you...
Now you love another and you knew it for all time, she might be your new queen but she'll never know your rhyme. You had it all, you lost even more, You'll never know love like this again, that's for sure.
Why you did this, only you will know, cause you can't bring me the truth today or even tomorrow. I don't love what I got, its already gone, but was it ever there? You just leave me alone in despair, yet always saying pain is what you'd spare...
You did a good number on my heart and you always could, right from the start.
Bruised and beat, my what a treat, got me spinning and swirling, my stomach still churning,
I can’t take it no more, all the pain; my heart’s so sore. I gotta get out of this place, I gotta leave now, gotta save face.
We went from A to B then ended at Z, why can’t you heal me, set me free? I wish you’d explain, some closure, some thought For me, for old times, cause you loved me, or not?
My world ended that day and I wish I could go back. Why can’t we go back?
Soulless, alone, my mate has now flown.
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As I said before, these both mean a lot to me and will do for some time to come.
I remember that time I said I wouldn't cry, the worst thing I ever did to my heart, was tell such a lie. I lied over and over, convincing myself things will be alright, but the truth of the matter is, it will never be right.
Too many questions, but he doesn't hear my voice, killing me again and again with his silence, by his choice. My voice used to be heard, the only reason in his rhyme, instead I fell victim to this terrible crime.
Never was I perfect, never could I see, Knowing I was so used, what a fool I turned out to be. My soul was ripped from my heart, can't make it clear in my head, this isn't me living, this is my spirit dead.
Wow. Very powerful words. There's nothing more I can really say. A lot of emotion hitting me like a ton of bricks. I am at a loss for words. Simply amazing.
The girl is hot tonight. And I can’t believe my eyes. With her last single breathe. I promise no to cry. Because you are the one. Who I’ll be with forever. And take my life, complete it. With my… life for you.
The fire alarm goes off. Let’s burn this city down. Children run everywhere. Hoping is never found. I take my life and see. The better things I know. With one fucking gasp. I hope this is not old.
I love you. Why can’t you believe me? I love you. My promise to you.
With this I say. Come one, come another. I hope to stay. And see the things that are forbid. My love for you. Is only taken from a bottle. Why can’t you see? That we were meant to be?
I love you. Why can’t you believe me? I love you. My promise to you.
I love you. Why can’t you believe me? I love you. My promise to you.
Wow. Very powerful words. There's nothing more I can really say. A lot of emotion hitting me like a ton of bricks. I am at a loss for words. Simply amazing.
Thank you for your comments Rob.
Like I said, it's all very real to me and well, writing it all down is helping me get through it all.
Andy
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Andrew, I really felt 'My Love Letter To You' - hope to see more of your poetry in here.
Her lips taste like a loaded gun. Only aching for the love of you. Her breathe is like kissing ice. Sticks to you every moment. If only I could take you back. And spend the last dying minutes with you.
This is a call for all the people with the dying romances. If only I could hope for the best of you. And take back my only regards that involve our friendship. Over dying seas with love embedded to it.
Don’t you think this gratitude has taken itself too far? Fucking and dying are the only things you know how to do. I can take my life and you won’t give a shit. If only we had made it better again.
This is a call for all the people with the dying romances. If only I could hope for the best of you. And take back my only regards that involve our friendship. Over dying seas with love embedded to it.
With all the people involved. Taking time and fucking it away. Easier said then done she said… So she slit her wrists hoping the pain would go away.
This is a call for all the people with the dying romances. If only I could hope for the best of you. And take back my only regards that involve our friendship. Over dying seas with love embedded to it.
This is a call for all the people with the dying romances. If only I could hope for the best of you. And take back my only regards that involve our friendship. Over dying seas with love embedded to it.
Taking my hand, so strong and so tanned, you twirled me around and around, I tickled your arm, was part of my charm and you made that funny sound.
That terrible start, went straight through my heart, but we came back again and again, The day after that, a small little spat, but thereafter my yin was your yang.
A little more time and I was in line for the best days my life had ever seen, Overcoming my fear of losing you here and you got me through pain, quite a team!
Soon you’d go and I’d suffer the blow of losing my soul and my mate, But it wasn’t so bad; you’d never leave sad, we were setting another new date.
Lost and alone and so scared on the phone, of losing you and soon I would know, The days that were hard, never became easy to re-start and my fear deep inside would then grow.
I got through my hell in the midst of my cell but I know this is where I begin, To live like before, always so raw, to let that take place, that’s a sin.
Time to move on and to heal in good time, for that’s the way my life will flow, And when I get sad for the times that we had, I know there’ll always be tomorrow.
Today I feel proud, to shout it out loud, I’m doing and moving for me, See I was the clown who made myself frown, constantly doubting who I could be.
My Mirror Image Of You: ----------------------------- Time for something new All alone in your bathroom With a line for you and a line for me A pistol in your hand and the release is all for free
This place cracks in two The lies that you tell come true Though you don't ever sing for me I know what I need from you
You held me then but never again I needed you when you didn't want me too Sometimes we loose the lines, the ones that get crossed It makes it hard to connect your dots
What gave you all your scars The ones that make up who you are Places like faces that we forget without traces I don't wanna loose you & I don't wanna abuse you Why do you always run into the arms of the ones who use you
And in the end everyone's here with me But they're all here just to be seen I got you then and I get you now
I'm down And I'm low But watch me try not to let you go Cause If I could be your anything I'd still be your everything Cause if I could be your anything I'd still be your everything Cause if I could be your anything I'd still be your everything --------------------------------------
Just started writing this one, it's a bit early and stuff, but I'm druged up on pills for an alergic reaction to lots of Alcohol and a sleeping aid I was given for pain in my shoulder... This came to me about a friend who I knew a few ago... 2 years or so, she's not all there now, but we still see eachother time after time. I wrote this for her... kinda and partly for this new girl... well, that's a different story all together.
I hope you like it, if not... pretend to know you like it.
Phil Jackson and your 9 Rings Come back to the Lakers, Save us from Kobe the Legacy Killer, The one who chased Shaq away, The young star who were given The keys to the franchise And he crashed it into a wall.
Fans will greet you with cheers and pedals Staples Center can be your roaming grounds, The sidelines, your home, the team yours again. Save Laker fans from the disappointment And the harsh reality that the front office Forced us to live in. Save us from mediocrity. Phil Jackson, be the Lakers' hero again.
I believe in holes way up in the sky Where christ and the devil pray on angles wings and ask quetions why Same as you and same as he Nothing better do but to disagree A common place, name and face, hell a common enemy
We would run like scattered pelets from a shotgun We would hide like mice from men with traps and lock ups We would dance in the streets like it was our last feast Always knowing the judgment wasn't on us
Yeah, I believed in a thing called love and trust But so many people and years turned it to rust So melt I will, in the pits of hell where I stand on trial A man of myself, a man of my on freedom no more Where is the love, where is the peace and where is the justice in our world
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I wrote this while sitting in a holding tank a few nights back for drinking and driving... Well, in my head sort of but the rest came later. The things you'll do when you're drunk and looking for nothing better to do, LOL!
Balt~
P.S. I was only in there for a few hours too... think about the years so many set in there. Too much to think about, I dunno... I was ready to bust down walls. Not a good place to be. At all.
Love is a fall: As you sit idly by: watching your muse, in utter silence and timid flirtations. Of distant memories, shaded with idealism, she haunts you with the thoughts of what if. And you aghast and awash in a sea of self doubt, of indignant fuckery and other trite and troublesome musings that say you’re attempts are ill fated and it is unwise to press on. And you stand back yearning to cry: “I love you!”, “Yes, I fucking love you!”, but you only manage to utter affable nothings in passing bys. And you’re falling: Falling in love Falling for love until …. you hit the ground.
This was written about a girl I've been kicking myself over and over for not asking out.
It was like the night we laid upon the stars. I looked in your beautiful eyes. I saw my future and I saw you waiting. If only I could to it right then and now. We could be happy and I would finally love.
God, all I did wrong was make the mistake of not doing it. Now she’s gone and I have no love left. Because of her I remember the best nights of my life. Dinner, movies and even mischief. We were like that and you know what I mean. Now it’s over… and I can’t believe it.
I said, ‘I love you.” She said it back. Next day I remembered how could I think of that? I know it was true and now you do to. Maybe once you realize that I am not joking and we were meant for each other…
She called the next day. “Where is Joe?” Mother hung up the phone not knowing where he’d go. The police are searching, every corner, and every street. Not being able to find clues or a reason why. “But my phone was disconnected and I didn’t know what to do.” “I have twenty missed calls, all from you.”
She went out searching everywhere they’ve been. She never had luck only disgrace. After one week of looking she remembered one thing. “What about under the stars?”
She made her way, miles and miles. Almost at the spot they admitted their love. He was laying there, slit wrists and a hole in the head. Next to the gun there was a note. Splattered in blood, she then picked up the note. A tear ran down her face as she read it out loud.
“I swear I love you and I will miss you. You had me waiting all night and I can not live with this anymore. Are you ignoring me? Or you just plain hate me? I love you, baby. If only you could feel the same way…”
Laying in our bed I see you there, a vision of love and hope, so pure, I lose myself in your eyes, twinkling away in that black satin sky, with oh so much allure.
I love the way you look into my soul and tap into the real inner me, The touch of your fingers, running over my lips, makes me feel giddy.
Your warm gentle caress soothes my heart and lights up my world and my mind, You chase away all the fears, the pain and the hurt and in you, my strength do I find.
Bringing me close and holding me tight, loving me all night long, A dream that came true, for me and for you, yes this is our happy song.
I sit here alone and cry, I can't bring myself joy, I won't lie. I can't be me, I don't know who I am yet. when will I know, how will I grow? A fucking love fool, I'll bet.
Give me the strength to go back and rewind, let me find the truth amongst all your lies, Help me, heal me from the lingering spies, who follow me around in the shadow of my mind
I want to erase you, you mean nothing and everything to me. Leave me alone and just let me be.
I liked the last two as well. Recent inspirations or had you been sitting on those? Sadly, I've not been able to tap my poetic juices of late. I've been working on a short story though. Guess that's something.
seeing as i've recently come to the realization that words are only clumsy attempts to convey something amazing and wonderfully unique, i won't say anymore about your poems.
Whenever I re-read 'Full Circle' it still brings back a whole wave of emotions for me...
Have you any poems, Jordan?
Also, does anyone else struggle to write poetry when they're happy too? I find it so, so much easier when I'm unhappy, to let it all out! Once I start, I just can't stop sometimes!
I found what I was looking for just searching, around I cried for what I was crying for just waiting around And I felt what I was feeling for just feeling, around
The World is so big And they're tears in your eyes I would take you on a walk but you'd run from the lies Because the World is so big There are millions of other guys But you chose to stay with me and chose to lie Cause the World is so big And there are tears in my eyes...
I never knew the thoughts would pass You always seem to surpass every other memory They are like an open book I remember the night we first shook And we told each other simple words Mine was true, how about you? Did you tell me the solemn truth? Or were you using me like you used to do?
Failing to contain the pain inside of me Thinking about the stuff you took from me Ripping my life away... Cruelly slapping my significance on this World Harmfully putting yourself in danger This is not how you should take out your anger...
This is the way you take out your anger... Exclude the violence Exclude the knife Exclude the hatred Can we please forget our last fight
Running Late ---------------------------- Well am I asking too much for you to come see me Cause it's been 2 months going on three this evening
You see mom's been doing alright without you at night But I gotta admit it's taken me for a ride And somewhere out there, there are words you wrote And even more you spoke in this cloudy sky that I still hold onto so tight
Not knowing you is showing on me more and more Cause I can't remember the last time I felt much worse
So maybe when you get done with all that you've just begun You'll find the time to be my best friend, listen and read to me again.
Well I'm all grown up right now... And I guess all these years left us some how.
I don't believe in all those stories you told, either... Santa clause or the easter bunny, not even the tooth fairy who left me all that money.
I don't believe in catch, kites or riding bikes... Going into the woods on an endless hike, then realizing we never even left our neighboorhood.
I don't believe in bithday wishes, all the promises of going fishing but the one thing I still can't believe no more, is all the stories of how or why you couldn't come thru my front door. ---------------------------------------
Just wrote this one... It's alright. Not my best...
You know they made a movie about the end of the world It was 12 seconds long and didn't have a plot
The light is on The light is ours The light is just the sun A thumb nail sketch of god
And the camera moves past the desolate streets Over the quiet city where nobody sleeps Over all the places and all the faces We would go and we would greet
The light is on The light is ours The light is just the sun A thumb nail sketch of god
And then the credits roll Over black canvas, a painting, a portrait Bodies and buildings strewn about No one to say, scream or shout
Here's some of my early stuff from age 17-20 - it was strange re-reading some of it! I can still remember when I wrote them too!!
Losing That Fear
Why is it so important to our peace of mind, The truth, the secrets, the lies to find? Honesty, this policy, the best and the rest, Tell me what’s up and uncover this mess.
Hearing this unsavoury news, not a surprise, Pushing to recover our minds with despise. Clawing and creeping, feeling and failing, Hoping, ignoring, finding out and wailing.
Stupid, stupid, again and again, Allowing ourselves to be torn by a friend. Why? Someone answer me why does life treat me bad? Or is life’s experience twisted to make me mad?
Players, cheaters, liars and believers, Fools with dreams and soft hearts, oh hear us! Stop! Before time comes when we say, Break us twice, no more play for days.
Sweet Sweet Music
Listen to my heart, look deep into my eyes, Tell me what you see, tell me no lies. Feel my heart racing, touch all my dreams , Work all my wishes, rip all those seams.
Hold me near. Have no fear. Feel me here.
Master your rhythm, move with my groove, Ravish these instruments, these love tools so smooth. Poke this fire burning inside, let it all grow, Raging passions promising a satisfying glow.
Give yourself over to absolute pleasure, Whisper sweet words to treasure forever. Discovering dimensions with words so few, Relishing your words with I love you.
Hopeful Wonders
Searching for stars gleaming in the sky, Reaching far off places higher than high. Hold this thought, eyes shut mind new, Love, warmth and truth they bring to you.
Twinkling away in that black, satin sight, Mind at ease with nature’s plight. They serve you, teach you, command and more, So many stepping-stones to that heavenly door.
Eyes open wide, deep breaths, all this is yours, Remembering all those future doors, Will in turn keep your spirit free, inner soul pure, The power of this peace, it holds lust, so much allure.
Feel it, be it, keep yourself true, Life and its passions awaiting you. Destiny will choose the right star in time, This star will no less, be bursting with shine.
Never let go of your dreams.
Morning Light
Reflections of the love that used to be, Images, crazy images yes, you and me. Laughing to yourself, them good old days so great, Aching and breaking and twisting, too late.
Time for no other, jeez, opportunities and wonders missed, No place, no love, fears, tears, get pissed. Fly free like that bird, without no care, got no worm, You wake early, routine burly, sit and think, you squirm.
Move on, move on, time heal, heal in time, Bet you money, make you rich, make him mine. Boo! Wake up fool! This morning beautiful gift from God. Count yourself, respect yourself, forget yourself, this hold.
Repeat after me, come on, you’ll see, Repeat, repeat, let no defeat, defeat me. Here you are, for you are here, Confused? Wake up! Now where’s that fear?
rather inspiring in a way i hadn't anticipated. as is the tendency with these poems now that i begin to look at them. hahaha....funny how something as meaningless as a phrase of a few words can, even if only for a moment, delight a new aspiration of personal hope...
rather inspiring in a way i hadn't anticipated. as is the tendency with these poems now that i begin to look at them. hahaha....funny how something as meaningless as a phrase of a few words can, even if only for a moment, delight a new aspiration of personal hope...
thank you
Glad you liked that one!! I quite like that title too. It is funny how a few words can evoke so much feeling.
Reflections of the love that used to be, Images, crazy images yes, you and me. Laughing to yourself, them good old days so great, Aching and breaking and twisting, too late.
Time for no other, jeez, opportunities and wonders missed, No place, no love, fears, tears, get pissed. Fly free like that bird, without no care, got no worm, You wake early, routine burly, sit and think, you squirm.
Move on, move on, time heal, heal in time, Bet you money, make you rich, make him mine. Boo! Wake up fool! This morning beautiful gift from God. Count yourself, respect yourself, forget yourself, this hold.
Repeat after me, come on, you’ll see, Repeat, repeat, let no defeat, defeat me. Here you are, for you are here, Confused? Wake up! Now where’s that fear?
Simply wow...I really admire this one. It's my favorite. You're a very good poet Andy.
Thanks for the compliment. I wrote it a year after my first relationship ended. It was a very reflective time for me and was a good way of releasing those feelings.
these will tide me over until then... not as good...but...still
I am not the face I am not the arms or legs or chest I am not the mind
In a choice that guides the heart, the heart becomes the guide What empty contents then contained within a choice? No tongue to say how much I love, no eyes to see how much I care No gentle fingers with to which I stroke thine cheeks Or lips that I would choose embrace
And therefore with a choice My love is made unknown Besides the darkness of the guide that beats my chest, Or cowardice towards fear of special kinds, Could not the happiness I might detract be added hence, To justify a choice?
Nay, love is not a toy And neither lives a candle’s life, Nor hides a spark in blackness tomb Love cannot be a secret As a secret is a thing clandestine in a way To make your own fair guide twice quiver and then die Keep it not chained with silence, Or shackled by indolence
For a choice not yours may be, To unrequited passion fly A choice to never know is of a greater sin It cannot be the mute man’s game To wonder in the decades far from now
The answer matters as an insect’s life To vaster arms of galaxies It is the question paramount That rivals fame and glory of a universe And is the purpose of a choice, of any kind
I am not the face I am not the arms or legs or chest I am not the mind
But towards the undiminished span of my own candle’s flame I am the total of a spirit more than that And wise enough to know that friendly Death Would victory concede by lightless of a Loveless guide Unless I make a choice
this one i made for a friend of mine who was going through a hard time...
Perseverance
There is the longest hour of night beheld That drifts in darkling snowflakes from the sky And with a storm of sorrow ash compelled Will chain us to the ground as hard we try
This shadow storm that blurs the truth of life And forces you to kneel on tears you’ve wept Will razor hew thine heart with cruel knife And with a bastion rage deny the faith you’ve kept
For all the tears that come to oceans by your cheeks And all the words of grief whose lessons never stayed And all the hardships ever since conceived Remember then the wisdom here I trade
To each and all enduring spirits fall But with a rooted strength of Pine or Cedar pride, That tolerates the angry beast and brawl, Will bend with wind, not break with wave or tide
Let broken hope remake from cindered glee The urge to strive and seek and thrash defeat, Ne’er tarry from a goal of promise wreathed, Or waver on a path of virtue beat
In you a light of untrounced brilliance That frightens problems from their graveyard dreams And gives you strength of hundred millions To wage a triumph over deadened themes
Though times may be both dark and endless more Know that a spirit like the one that grows in you Will yet see happiness that has implored To burst in blossomed plumage wise and true
As you are so unique, a lesson be, As always one who knows how complex all that is And doubts of what a future will decree, See you as I see you through writing such as this
Never abroad or close to home at heart Has fortitude against all odds been willing spent Or trials of a cruel Life who try impart Been persevered by such a soul of such extent
Therefore abide naught worries of the past But look onwards towards arms that will outlast
Through all the crucibles that years have brought, With downright pain and pleasure switching hands, None scream with aching of a torture wrought, Or burning in a private Hell of burning sand
More than the unrequited tolerance Of mortal injured hearts cast into flame For all the darkling minds without guidance Will find the bitter barbs of death the same
And yet, as hearts tossed off a cliff, they beat With earthquake tremors when she’s near And shudder like a dying soldier’s feet As words from lips run through like darts or spears
For love is roses of the ocean sea Rather than crimson blood spilled from above That are as shunned for hue and rarity Than common petals in a redder glove
Friendship or one of passions lighter sparks Is where the final rung of my short ladder climbs And fails to discover realms where bliss embarks Or where contended love eludes completed crimes
But I will never whisper adoration For the hurt of never standing side by side Without the warming thoughts to heed valence Engraves too deep the moniker of love denied
She will be loved, if not by me forbid, By all the rest of those she meets as friends Who covet what they’ve sightless guarded And bring to mourning close my worships end
i don't do this often...don't worry....i won't put any up for a long time hahahaha
one more...
Far from home on rainy wings of clouds in watercolor grey A dragon’s belly white that trawls the murky bog of thunderhead With slowly curling claws of cumulus that stretch below its bosom plumed Whose serpents head above unseen is married to the grief of leave Ethereal fire from the stormy lungs cascades in misty arcs of rain To know the wrongness of departure in the rivulets that plague my brow Or the black hole in my stomach where all but sorrow plummets Is knowledge of a thread of quest unwillingly untied Never murmured to be know in that obscurity of what undone might be Like truth of that intention in a serpent’s name deceived
And in the end when feathered mountain zeniths, in ghostly pallor, I have climbed Will ease the scaled nimbus neck to upward stare at me Those eyes that are a flock of birds and cirrus fangs that dissipate Shall with their talons then recede and cries defeat shall levitate To rise a summit toward enduring ears For though a man with eyes shall see in that coincidence the thorn and nettled sting The blinder sight will never blink, nor falter on the world’s lip Against the measure of a universe Wherein the dragon is now dwarfed For there is rightness in the rite, and a comfort with what’s left
Fantastic poems TPS - I ain't sick of them at all - keep 'em coming! Well done and thanks so much for sharing them here.
Northern Trail Two, For Me and For You
Moving mountains, trickling streams, all those animals and my endless dreams. The burning oranges and cooling greens, Ice-cold blues without seams.
Chasing waterfalls and hidden ruins, ancient lands, without fluids. My new adventure, clear and full of courage, my past, my negatives, behind me, my emotional baggage.
My hand out the window, feeling that warm breeze, the present and future are all that I seize. A snapshot of my beginiing, a glimpse at the real me, no boundaries, no fears, just positivity will set me free.
this is really just a spur of the moment kind of thing. wow, i haven't been in here in a while... i think it's partly inspired by andy's poem she wrote about wanting someone to leave, but still being in love with them. sorry, hon, i know it's on the first page, but i don't recall the title.
how many nights has it been now your cold footsteps long turned to icicles i still remember for once they were warm they were walking toward me your arms were holding me or don't you remember
i never thought we would be apart but all along it's what you wanted or was it you're still so confusing like that sometimes
is it too much to wish one of us could figure you out?
maybe i should make that another unfulfilled resolution, make you a thing of the past.
Lesley, I like that one a lot. Nice to read a new poem from you. I guess it's my turn now. It's been awhile since I posted one of these.
Old Home, Past Love
What happened to the old colorful mailbox That was by the street? Why is there a white one in its place? And the garage looks so different, so bland, so ordinary?
There are no plants on the porch and My favorite garden has been replaced by Green grass. And the yellow smiley face That I bought mom for her birthday No longer hangs on the front door.
Do you remember my bedroom? I'm Sure you do, we spent so many late Afternoons and early evenings there. My study desk, cluttered with papers And magazines. Pictures of my favorite Sports teams and athletes covering my Sky blue walls. I know you hated them, But I was so attached to them, I couldn't throw them away.
Sitting on our bed, on one memorable Night, we shared our first kiss. Then a Poor bird slammed into my window, And ruined our one romantic moment.
How did it all go south from there, I just don't get it. I don't understand, And you can't explain it. We came Here to rekindle our friendship and Hopefully more, but the spark is gone. Memories only serve the past, And has done nothing about changing Our present. We took the chance, But it failed. The chemistry we used To have is long gone and that chapter Of our lives has ended forever.
As we part ways, to never see each Other again, I hope you are happy With your future spouse-to-be. At Least I don't call this house home Anymore so I can definitively say That the book of us is closed. I wish You all the best in life and if my path Ever comes close to crossing yours On some distant day, I swear to stay away, So I won't cause you any trouble, cause Anymore displeasure, or bring us here again.
I got the idea from a Supernatural episode where the two brothers returned to their old home. It was gonna be about a person touring his old childhood home years after leaving it, seeing all the changes, but it kinda changed gears.
You dig deep inside, where you try to hide all the things that are ugly to your soul. Fear, despise, the bitter truth and the lies, just torturing you into a state of turmoil.
Listen to it beating. Don't be defeating. Release the weeping.
Raw and real and real and raw, you claw and creep and creep and claw.
Break it out. Shout out loud. Deep breath and sigh. Relief and then cry.
See it, feel it, make it, don't break it, you lose control, but don't ever fake it.
Remember my will. Remember my way. Remember the truth and live for today.
Spring clean your heart, and make a new start, to be the person you know you should be. Don't hold yourself back, from destiny, stay on track, and fate will bring happiness, you'll see.
she’s better than a gun cocked back with the hammer winding up for a wife-beater’s slap lips as tight as coffins nailed with finger bones
but colder than the corpse of a tongue inside i bury it the gravedigger of memories and hum the ashes to ashes rhetoric out of habit if i’d asked for a culminating kiss
and brought down necrophiliac name calling on myself they’d call me a masochist making out with iron maidens even
if i’d listened to her smoking Cheerio mouth i’d taste the blush of arctic iron and potassium nitrate lipstick she’d femme fatale an opening
from me to ignite the cold slug of a tongue blister lips give me what it’s worth in a scream hammer clang of concussion make her moan and shriek switchblade of a sound
“hold me” so i would original sin temptation like a stainless steel apple one chance to hold the warm gun red mouth in my forehead opening to the kiss same shape as hers drooling warmness swallowing bullets
staccato words punctuate apple-red stains in orchestras of hammers making the elegiac concerto organize its finale in bullet point contracts
sighs in the warm lament of a grey woman off the Pacific, knitting waves and birds across her shawl
weary of the remoteness of the sky, she’ll tumble in a circle to the grass and pirouette with leaves that flounce in cadence to the dervish strum of her ballet, rheumatic snaps as underfoot they keep her time
and drained by dance she’ll trickle a return to clouds, her old fuss and moan of being tired whispered in a yawn that washes out athwart the ocean
Secreted by a puzzle of leaves on which are written everyone’s story but my own is the path down to the old stage, surrounded by maples and worn out, some it rotten. Grey-blue bleachers hold the empty audience captive to a vacant play. Themes were migratory, a script re-written for the antics of the playground, for the dried-out grins of grandfathers who play chess in slow-motion, for a young mother with dreadlocks like rosaries and umbilical prayers, for teenagers hacking a white soccer ball in a ring. It’s been replaced with adlibs and keys to the exits of destiny, and though I was never part of the production my cue has curtained and though I have not the ears for this mouth, it still chuckles out the lines foretold by the piece of paper dangling in my face so everyone can see.
Sitting crosslegged with the long hair of steam tickling my nose from the green mug, little pieces of white peony and rosehip swirling on the top. Wonder if a child can long for childhood vanished in a swirl,
at Matt’s pool when we ran around and around and made a bathtub drain, it wasn’t dangerous then but the circles broken into a line, can’t go back except for now with the tea and my eyes closed
When did we get so old, it’s a question I’ll ask now, and sixty years from now when that second old age grows its long, grey hair down by back. For now I’ll miss when the tire swings at Winlaw made us sick, or spinning in the ring of girls with a blindfold of fingers
so when Melissa kissed me I wasn’t supposed to know it was her. When is a question that begun before I knew it started, and is doing laps on the dark lake of tea in my mug
rehearses love and sainthood snares eyes with girl-skin sashay on smooth yogurt legs, cold lips cadaverous with colors of alien fruit and tongues yoo-hoo mini-skirt winter squeals headlights to exhaustion, curbside promise after praying to business in the latrine
priestess showers in benzene of smoke orgasms screams at her god through beaten silence and cigarette lascivious prick asleep in waking fantasy next to her
suffocation of sheets force a lick through her thighs, the vixen whimpers through the sinister service and knuckles of paper crush the mattress on the ride to the wastebasket
I dont know what to call this but I like it and that's all that matter. More or less this is just random spur of the moment stuff i've written. You can try to make sense of it if you like.
So here they are again... once again looking down from the cliff of dreams... wondering where they went wrong.. to have ended up here..
Lost from everything else... isolated in the center of a mouth of darkness... no one will bother you... no one will save you... except the man in the dark hat..
he's the man who will let you know... when to let go... of everything you have gained so far..
Let if fall... let it slip from your fingers.. watch it drift into the dark pit of oblivious nothing.. never look back.. only turn into the new fate that awaits you...
Where have you gone when i cant find your heart anymore? have you decided? When will you? Will you ever? Should i quit this endless game of loneliness?
The only fact that remains is love.. pure and blissfull... that fact lives in all who have touched the flower of companionship... When it has came there is nothing more that can be procured from the human heart...
here they are again... standing on a new cliff... a cliff that is made of bronze... There is no climbing down at this point... too steep... surely you'll die...
but that's the thing... it'll come soon enough...
The crowd wears black cloaks covering the crevices and crates that time has placed upon them...
Regret. Guilt. Is that all that holds us back? Or is there something else?
There is something else that holds us back and that is faith. there is only one person who decides the fate of the world. and with the push of a red button the perks and promises will all be washed away in a engulfment of flames.
flesh?
My only friend lies at the end of the road starkfully driven into madness within his own mind... finally there is a connection between the two wandering. finding. wandering. lying. wandering. grasping. wandering. dropping. losing.
Now the paths intertwine finally the crows come down preying on the finality of deadly untrust
I found the salt. it was under the table how did it get so far underneath?
Wishing i was here in the crowded blue looking at you above the land of the lonely souls in the crowded blue standing next to you
Where have i gone to come so far away from what i want alas, there is a reason for everything
I just wish the answer would come sooner In the crowded blue I want to meet you and leave the world behind me and have you next to me in the crowded blue ill lose myself in your beauty and never fall down no, never fall down
HERE....
COME....LISTEN TO MY WORDS CHILDREN
I WILL NOT LET YOU DOWN LIKE HE DID
HE IS THE DARK..SOULLESS END OF THE WORLD
I AM THE TRUTH
Land of pink trees and lilly pies what happened to your nose would you like some fries? of course, you arent like me you want onion rings instead
BUT ALAS.
They come without notice flames. a baby sheds the tears of innocent lack of knowledge a old man sheds the tear of relapse a woman sheds her coat she puts on the armor and fights against the wind
impatience lead them to this village stone walls crystal skies ironic contrast between good and evil shattered innocence imputed before a snake he strikes venom.
Can you play checkers? Ferris Wheel. Can you plat Monopoly? Falling. Can you play Scrabble? On the crowd. What a sight... the popcorn and cotton candy mingle with the seeping blood and bone fragments. an ironic scene.
Drift around in my mind. Get lost in my words. let them flow over you. take control of you.
Manipulation. Popular faces. Bumbling talk show host Screaming rock star. Calm soothing lady at the booth. hanging from strings. Manipulated.
Screams of daggers before the initial plunge into the flesh. Is there never regret?
SUDDENLY.
A BURST OF LIGHTNING BRUSHING PAST THE SHOULDERS.
This is where it's at at the end of the cliff. looming over the sea of merciless lies. Silence above.
Go ahead and take the picture. But don't take the frame.
numb hands. It's cold in here. the finished product could melt away.
sneaking in the wilderness. lost in it's love. Finally someone takes your hand. finds a special place to put you.. on the mantle of happiness.
Face reality.
I used to wear Spiderman PJ's to bed every night, then I woke up one morning and said to myself "Self, your to old for this spiderman bull." So I went to target the next day and picked up some Wolverine PJs cause man, that guy stabs people. C. Walken
This one is really old - probably close to the first poem I ever wrote. I wrote this in something like my second year of highschool, it was an assignment. The teacher had specifically told us to avoid cliches - she would be marking our grade down if she found them in our poems.
Everyone laughs at my jokes, But you ridicule my immaturity. I buy Wrangler jeans and plain shirts, But you call me cheap and demand I buy you Diamond rings and expensive dresses.
I drive a 1996 Toyota Camry. You demand I invest in a Mercedes. I enjoy a simple life, While you long for the Glitz and glamour of Hollywood.
I believe joy doesn't come with a Million dollar price tag, like you do. I'm perfectly happy being me, But you're not happy being you.
You yell at me. You mock me. You've made my life a living hell. I bet you slept with The next door neighbor dozens of time, And that doesn't bother me.
Everything you have done and said Mean nothing to me now Because deep down inside, You are miserable, sad, and angry While I am happy and full of joy.
Money comes and money goes. Possessions are bought and Possessions are thrown away. Your heart, mind and soul are endless And my heart, mind and soul is happy.
Ok here's a little poem of mine that goes by the name of Hostel. I submitted this a while back bt it was slated by 1 member as he sed sumfing along the lines of poetry comes from the heart and so on. Well here's one of mines.
Hostel
Shackles, a blind rage, a sharp fury, a dark cage, A swarm of evil, a sense of damnation, A damp and dreary hostel, wallpaper peeling..
Torment on a sickening scale, physical hell, And a hand full of nails, A repulsive stream of dripping blood, The shadow of a man sits back and looks on.
Another round in a masochists circle, A diminished face thats bruised stained with purple, Pinned to a cross, a childs fixation, A terrorist shadow, a live crucifixion.
Lies will get you nowhere. Deception will reap no rewards. Trouble will always catch up with you, No matter how much you try to hide.
I always have a smile on my face While you are always looking over your shoulder. So many lies told, you can't keep them straight. You cannot even trust yourself.
If you want to obtain That which you truly desire. Humble yourself to this simple fact, The truth is much greater than the lie.
Forgotten now as I remember one duffel down when found grown old the rumpled duffel wearer lay sprawled upon the ground. *
mcornetto, you so remind me of Wallace Stevens. If you have not read his work (though it sounds like you have) take a gander at it. If you do not like it then I offer you this quote from him himself.
"Let be be finale of seem, the only emperor is the emperor of ice cream."
We love to build up, only to tear down. The vicious cycle of American celebrity, Paris Hilton in jail, then out of jail, Then back in jail, then out of jail again. And we watch endless coverage. News networks, Entertainment Tonight, Late night shows, we can't get enough.
Everything from Britney Spears' shaved head To Lindsay Lohan's hijinks, Every celebrity story told has its audience. Not enough of us are tired of this, Sad to say, but for as long as there is TV, There will be celebrities in the news And I will be screaming from the mountain top, "Don't we have better things to do!"
It was upon my first glimpse of her, That I knew... I stood dumbfounded, yet keenly aware How precious a woman she truly was
Night, to me, had always been a time of chaos When specters would come to lurk and haunt Random doubt may gain meaning without hope And so hidden, I stayed, to protect my heart
But as my eyes met her lovely countenance, I was enraptured... The unexplainable, now defined, I'd fallen deep A light beyond brightness had come to find me Shimmer beyond sheen, I came to be
Time can't heal all wounds, But we learn to live with those pains. Scars on our hearts and our souls, Whether it be from a terrible mistake Or the regret of saying too little or saying too much. Everyone carries their past in their present With not enough focus on the future.
The little things that clutter our minds And linger in the corners of our heart. The regrets you feel deep inside. Turning right when left was the right direction. Wanting to ask the pretty girl out on a date, But too nervous to make the brave, bold move. Picking the wrong college or the wrong major. Going to work instead of attending graduate school. Every little regret thrust atop another regret, Which has more small regrets beneath it, Soon, it consumes you like a forest fire And if left alone, it can destroy your joy.
Sometimes, it is better to forget. The past cannot be changed. All it can do is teach valuable lessons. Forget about the girl you didn't ask out And be sure to ask out the next pretty girl you like.
She done let her hair down, unbuttoned her blouse, as their eyes shifted in the darkened house. The rope tightened and their breaths got short, chantin' "The Lord that grants a kill ain't got room for remorse."
And she held back her tears as the dead passed her by, above the bastards' headstones 'cross their blood-clotted sky In the hollow words they murmered over his bed beneath the ground, she felt the earth tremble when she heard their voices drown.
Love ain't done no good, if it don't remember none girls cross their hearts and boys just for fun. It lives in the ink that bleeds the nib it spills across the paper, and floods our eyes and lids.
So she whispers sweetly her name with immortal cool, and clutches her heart, of all things; "bury the blade, bury the fool." And then love is a death. Love is a god damn sweet death.
"The Flux capacitor. It's what makes time travel possible."
A single light lit the dark, open room Scarce to the eye, it almost hid It glowed with a resilience I had never seen A holy circumstance that I happened upon
The room was dank, so far away And a sorrow lived within its bosom The night began from this very place As morning wished its way inside
The room was strange, and yet unique A sour black surrounds the sweet A cold breeze blew and with a gasp The candle leapt but stayed intact
A bit slow-paced though walking straight I approached this light that stared serene A shallow glimpse, it was alive! A hollow glance, was it a dream?
I stop to think, and with a hunch I look again and understand The life I see shall always be Those eyes I love just next to me
And what is it my heart wants from you? When you slowly dance its tender beat - your soul touches mine - as a whisper - it brightens my spirit - light and sweet.
And how does it answer my question? By increasing the beat of its song - a symphony rumbling inside me - melody clear and harmony strong.
And when will the orchestra finish? In a life span - or throughout all time - infinitely loving you always - captured for a moment in rhyme.
fly with me let us make love to chaos this tepid storm, engulfing grayness, all around hold on tight... and let us find the other side
there are those who will try to break our spirits but these are not the makers of dreams there are those who will even root for our failure yet they cannot comprehend our reign of courage
fly with me, believer so we may find our grace once more
So long, at sea Making sense of the waves The turmoil… of reflection
Time passes, life happens Truths turn skeptical Seeds of doubt, born
With each year, each passing moment The quest for meaning turns desperate We lose sight of our goal
Through this, and despite all this, we persevere Hanging onto the remnants… of childhood So full of promise
Fighting the decay, the angst Doing everything to not succumb To what so many already have In the sheer hope that one day We will rise ourselves up from this sadness Overcome each thing that serves to hold us back Overcoming ourselves
And in the aftermath of a world gone awry We shall reach out for that one trinket, that one shattered piece That reminds us how it all started Who we were, when everything still mattered
Deliver or deliver not, There is no pickup. Pepperoni I want it to have, Mushrooms too I want.
Pizza you brought to me now, But the force you do not have. Cash you want me to give you now. That, I cannot. Money I have none. Give me the pizza you must. Free I want it to be. On the porch leave the Hot and ready pizza And leave you must. Return to Pizza Hut you will. Eat the pizza I will.
It's been awhile since I posted an emotional poem like some of those in the first poetry thread. This is one that has been floating around in my head all day and I had to write it. After I wrote it, I had to post it here. So, read and enjoy.
Everyday, you are in my thoughts. In those moments we are apart, My mind pictures your smiling face, Delighting in the fantasy that we are together, But this dream seems far from real. I reach out to touch your skin, But you are out of my reach. My fingertips are inches away From stroking your beautiful hair. Yet, you are so far away from me, It seems I can barely see you at all.
Every goodbye and friendly hug Tortures me beyond description And tears my heart to pieces. All I am to you is a sponge. I absorb your problems, your worries, Your dreams and your innermost desires, While I long to be much more Than your buddy and friend.
I've listened to your every word, I've even memorized the list of qualities You seek in your future significant other, And I am everything you describe you want, But you don't notice this. We are a great fit together. It may not be perfect, we have our differences, But we share so much similarities, I'm sure we would be happy together.
Friendship means the same to me as it does to you. Kindness, gentleness, humor, We are one and the same. We are searching for a soulmate To spend the rest of our lives with. Even our idea of the perfect dinner date is the same, Great pasta at the Italian place across from the mall. Every single movie you like, I like also. Every one you hate, I hate as well. You laugh at every single one of my jokes, No one else does that. However, you fail to look in my direction When you're looking for the guy You would want to spend your life with And I can't help but believe You will never look at me In the same way I look at you.
Why does fate tease me like this? Am I destined to be alone While almost everyday, I see the girl of my dreams in daylight? I cannot settle for somebody else When you are the one and only for me. The longer you stay out of reach, Just far enough away from me That I cannot caress your soft cheek, The more my soul dies inside And my heart descends to nothingness. All I ask of you is to take the chance, Not only to save me from this pain, But discover that which you are seeking. Only one chance is all I need. Only one chance is all I desire. Only one chance, it seems to me Is too much to ask for.
A true friend, it seems, is the rarest of all gems. Trust alone is difficult to give and receive, So difficult, many of us do not bother To take the time to nurture it.
Kindness is an easy gift to give During holiday seasons, But is not given When there is no wrapping paper.
Promises given, often not kept, Words spoken in confidence Become rumor and innuendo That spreads like wildfire.
Love is absent from the heart of the other. Resentment and conflict fills its void When it has no place in friendship, It even does not belong in the world.
Why must friendship be so hard to find? Why do so many take it for granted? The world would be much better place If we all worked to be good friends.
She done let her hair down, unbuttoned her blouse, as their eyes shifted in the darkened house. The rope tightened and their breaths got short, chantin' "The Lord that grants a kill ain't got room for remorse."
And she held back her tears as the dead passed her by, above the bastards' headstones 'cross their blood-clotted sky In the hollow words they murmered over his bed beneath the ground, she felt the earth tremble when she heard their voices drown.
Love ain't done no good, if it don't remember none girls cross their hearts and boys just for fun. It lives in the ink that bleeds the nib it spills across the paper, and floods our eyes and lids.
So she whispers sweetly her name with immortal cool, and clutches her heart, of all things; "bury the blade, bury the fool." And then love is a death. Love is a god damn sweet death.
That's really good, I like that one a lot. (And this is a little bit off the subject, but thanks for the reminder of the word 'nib', too. It's going to come in handy as a great Boggle word.)
Times are hard, tougher than I could imagine. Every long day and lonely night, I am haunted by the mistakes of the past And losing my most precious treasure.
Too many times, I took us for granted, Never dreaming the foundation of my life Would slip away in terrible tragedy I was too weak to stop.
We were supposed to have Many years full of peace and joy. The time we did have Was far too short and quick.
Now, I'm left without you, Forced to live on alone. There is a hole in my heart And my soul is shattered.
It's impossible for me To read the words I wrote for you. Each one is a reminder Of that which is gone.
I hold on to each memory, Never wanting to let one go. It's all that I have left Of the life I want to return to.
I will forever be yours, That's a promise I intend to keep. There will be no replacement, No one will take your place.
Together we were better Than when we were apart. Never is that more true Than right this moment.
Somehow, someway, I will live on, Even though the pain I feel Will never diminish And peace is out of reach.
I would give anything, everything, To have you back, to have you here. I want to hold you again, kiss you again, But that is for my dreams.
Rest now, my sweet angel, I wish you're watching over me now. I won't forget about you And I'll never stop loving you.
The girl is hot tonight. And I can’t believe my eyes. With her last single breathe. I promise no to cry. Because you are the one. Who I’ll be with forever. And take my life, complete it. With my… life for you.
The fire alarm goes off. Let’s burn this city down. Children run everywhere. Hoping is never found. I take my life and see. The better things I know. With one fucking gasp. I hope this is not old.
I love you. Why can’t you believe me? I love you. My promise to you.
With this I say. Come one, come another. I hope to stay. And see the things that are forbid. My love for you. Is only taken from a bottle. Why can’t you see? That we were meant to be?
I love you. Why can’t you believe me? I love you. My promise to you.
I love you. Why can’t you believe me? I love you. My promise to you.
I got really interested in Shakespearean sonnets a while ago, and this came from a missed opportunity:
Of Conception and Execution
Of wandering the darkest depths of doom, And forging paths that others ne'er will find; Where Hell and Heaven both stagnant entombed Are spurred by restless tremors of the mind,
Of scorched crags of jagged indecision Which poise, blood-stained, as stark and yearning jaws; Where aimless blind men stand, awaiting vision And edging closer to the darkling maw,
Of hope forced up a Sisyphean tor, To plummet far past indecision's heat, And find the paths are one to Satan's door Which both begin and end 'neath idle feet.
Of those who ponder 'til lightless flames glow In consummation - thinking makes it so.
I think therefore...
Humans are three parts, the soul, the etheric, and the ego. The ego defines who we are in the vestige we chose before birth in order to be. With that vestige we also chose a defined personality. Our thoughts are the sum total of that personality. We think a certain way, therefore we are that certain person. This changes with every incarnation.
All a gift. This connecting. Very special!!!! I would birth a thousand children!!!!
Times are hard, tougher than I could imagine. Every long day and lonely night, I am haunted by the mistakes of the past And losing my most precious treasure.
Too many times, I took us for granted, Never dreaming the foundation of my life Would slip away in terrible tragedy I was too weak to stop.
We were supposed to have Many years full of peace and joy. The time we did have Was far too short and quick.
Now, I'm left without you, Forced to live on alone. There is a hole in my heart And my soul is shattered.
It's impossible for me To read the words I wrote for you. Each one is a reminder Of that which is gone.
I hold on to each memory, Never wanting to let one go. It's all that I have left Of the life I want to return to.
I will forever be yours, That's a promise I intend to keep. There will be no replacement, No one will take your place.
Together we were better Than when we were apart. Never is that more true Than right this moment.
Somehow, someway, I will live on, Even though the pain I feel Will never diminish And peace is out of reach.
I would give anything, everything, To have you back, to have you here. I want to hold you again, kiss you again, But that is for my dreams.
Rest now, my sweet angel, I wish you're watching over me now. I won't forget about you And I'll never stop loving you.
The snow settles on a field in front of my house and as I watch it descend I imagine bones in the sky, grinding against each other and shaking ash over the earth.
I open my mouth and let the acrid ash lace my tongue. I do not speak, my lips have gone numb – the cadence corrupt.
The universe stretches out, long eons of dark-matter lattices, plagues of hyper-civilizations escaping entropy – the disorder increasing in space.
I do not wonder about god, for if she exists, she is a f u c k i n g psychotic, a twisted and disfigured corpse who makes us eat the dead flesh of some thing, had we known, we might have loved. Perhaps the pig, all ruint in s h i t, layed in an open field and dreamed of flowers opening to snow and loved, again, it is gone.
Every day is a blessing, I know, I know. I had to kill again, not for pleasure, but for health. And again, some thing had I known, I surely would have loved.
The snow settles on the field in front of my house, and as I watch it descend I imagine the swine I ingested turning in my gut, taking nothing with it, not even the flower opening to snow.
I believe in holes way up in the sky Where christ and the devil pray on angles wings and ask quetions why Same as you and same as he Nothing better do but to disagree A common place, name and face, hell a common enemy
We would run like scattered pelets from a shotgun We would hide like mice from men with traps and lock ups We would dance in the streets like it was our last feast Always knowing the judgment wasn't on us
Yeah, I believed in a thing called love and trust But so many people and years turned it to rust So melt I will, in the pits of hell where I stand on trial A man of myself, a man of my on freedom no more Where is the love, where is the peace and where is the justice in our world
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I wrote this while sitting in a holding tank a few nights back for drinking and driving... Well, in my head sort of but the rest came later. The things you'll do when you're drunk and looking for nothing better to do, LOL!
Balt~
P.S. I was only in there for a few hours too... think about the years so many set in there. Too much to think about, I dunno... I was ready to bust down walls. Not a good place to be. At all.
Wow I love this, Balt!!!
And you wouldn't believe what I learned today that relates to your experience and is going to wind up in the next OWC.
I'm glad you only wound up in the tank and didn't have to learn the hard way.
This is kind of poetry. It goes to the tune of The Beatle's 'Let It Be'. I was inspired while writing my 'alternate' Halloween script,
A JEFF READ
When my script is giving me lots of trouble There's someone to help me...A Jeff Read And in my format darkness he will shine a light upon my font Help me find an answer...A Jeff Read
A Jeff Read A Jeff Read A Jeff Read A Jeff Read Email words of wisdom...A Jeff Read
And when my slugs are cloudy He will point out all mistakes to me Main location first...A Jeff Read I wake up to another posting Stevie, try this and see You can do much better...A Jeff Read
A Jeff Read A Jeff Read A Jeff Read Hollywood needs to hire him...A Jeff Read.
Apologies to The Beatles, and all lovers of sound.
Stevie, you character, you! Funny shit, dude. I will get my big, old ass out to see you in Australia. Seriously, don't be surprised, and let your wife know, so she doesn't leave in a tiff.
somehow, the plague got through the paper-thin veil stitched together of our prayers and (lamentations) burned a cigarette-sized hole, in which the single eye of a curious child would occasionally peer (blue, brown or hazel) it never mattered.
And, in a fit of sneezes - stained cherry red welts, like lesions, on her pale cheek, “a kiss before leaving,” she said. and I knew what she meant.
She wanted to take all of the snow and drown the sun - bury herself in immortality. burn away 100 billion births before hers before any of us had curious eyes peering through paper-thin veils.
This is kind of poetry. It goes to the tune of The Beatle's 'Let It Be'. I was inspired while writing my 'alternate' Halloween script,
A JEFF READ
When my script is giving me lots of trouble There's someone to help me...A Jeff Read And in my format darkness he will shine a light upon my font Help me find an answer...A Jeff Read
A Jeff Read A Jeff Read A Jeff Read A Jeff Read Email words of wisdom...A Jeff Read
And when my slugs are cloudy He will point out all mistakes to me Main location first...A Jeff Read I wake up to another posting Stevie, try this and see You can do much better...A Jeff Read
A Jeff Read A Jeff Read A Jeff Read Hollywood needs to hire him...A Jeff Read.
Apologies to The Beatles, and all lovers of sound.
Stevie!!! I can play a few chords. Enough to sing these words at home. I used to sing and chord"Let it Be" to friends at school in between the pranks I liked to pull at recess.
INDEED!!! It's a joy to have our Jeff here. And we love our Jeff read!!!
Stevie, you character, you! Funny shit, dude. I will get my big, old ass out to see you in Australia. Seriously, don't be surprised, and let your wife know, so she doesn't leave in a tiff.
I'm going to have to write me a poem here soon...
Jeff, maybe we CAN really get together in a crazy Halloween Party. But we'll eliminate any killing and "shoving up the "*#!" unless it's between we consenting adults with enjoyment the intention of the outcome.