each day I lose my yesterdays -
each day I rejoice.
For what are they
but chains that drag?
Backward
going nowhere.
I've seen things -
harsh things.
Heard venomous silences
beaten by suspicion
castrated by indifference.
Each day I forget my yesterday -
sweet blessed release;
so,
I can embrace today...
Category: Poetry Corner
Goodbye for Now
Careless words
cause offense
"I am sorry"
too late.
In a moment
my friend
a shifting
a turning away
gone.
All the wonderful yesterdays
a breaking away
maybe for the best.
I am sorry.
Not again..
Now I retreat
into myself
deeper still
silence.
Not you
but me
I think
time for full retreat
I am sorry...
Taking Stock
I was walking
going bout ma business
when the devil
interrupt me
threaten me
try to kick
away ma feet
but a shift
swing
and counter him
the ol' serpent try
but belly flop and die
humilation his only success...
Seasons
They intertwine and invade
no escape offered
only submission
a cold shoulder
gives way to melting frost
quickened by a firey furnace
Then deathly stillness.
set to sit
set to prepare
salt of the earth.
Seasons
they never end
Withdrawl.
Three days...
waiting
a lifetime.
Three days...
Fear laughs
bile rising
a loosening,
everything released
wasted.
No sleeping beauty...
this story,
is ending
on this page
to be forgotten...
Famine faints,
on dry land,
Earthquake trembles
threatening
my frame.
Twisted
voices
rabidly infest
possessing
dispossesing me.
Does Paradise await?
Distantly I gaze -
It waves hello
among turquoise crystal clear,
Heavenly,
beckoning the broken...
Swan Life
Drifting slowly
effortlessly
gliding
on crystal clear.
They have all day
not a seeming care
they join once
twice
a well known dance
of eternity promised.
But,
their elegance belie
their wildness concealed
beneath white apparel.
Now,
Suddenly rising
powerful
imposing
their will
wings arched explosively -
you dare not go near.
Then,
gently lowered
again in crystal clear
they wait,
ready,
expectant.
So Much Love
I have so much love to give
it ridiculous
but this crazy world
just fuss and cuss
the love under the rug.
I sit and ponder
with my two brain cells,
how I wonder
why the lust and vanity
for measly inanities.
I could be wrong
but I stand strong
on the truth that
this world won't be here long
it must pass
with all the shattered class
trampling down Jah grass.
I have so much love to give
till it overflowing
and I feel like throw in the towel
because it devalue and hard to revalue.
walking down the road
from a distant coast
a old radio a wonder
"where is the love".
I wonder if old will bring new?
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