Tranquil Release of Mine
The following is just some poems of mine that i have put together over the years..
The "Wax" of life
I once knew a child
His ignorance, surreal.
His intentions so soft.
His mind, so numb.
I once knew a boy
His energy, an endless flame
His curiosity ran free
His dreams aspiring.
I once knew a dude
His goals set high
His thoughts, soft spoken
His passion, yearned for one
His lust like a raging roller coaster
I now know a young man
His thoughts, never-ending
His energy, running wild
His dreams developing
His goals, exceeding
His thoughts, now expressed
His passion still burning
But not for one,
for the one.
So far away,
Yet so close to my heart,
How perfect together,
Never should we part.
The beauty of your smile,
The depths of your eyes,
I lay down to sleep,
Stars dance in the skies.
Tomorrow i'll wake,
Day dream in my mind,
That today, my true love,
is finally mine...
Maybe?
Watching the sun retire.
Conversing with the depths of your eyes.
How perfect our hands fit together
Why is this such a surprise?
Lying in a saddened state.
Spending endless nights alone.
Weeping as I watch other couples embrace.
Why am I still all-alone?
Reality taps me on the shoulder.
I awake from my rest and cry,
Thought of you keeps me wondering
will you ever drop by?
So why did this all have to happen?
Came to with much disguise
Now all I do is remember
The beauty within your true eyes.
Three months now have past
Haven’t heard from you in awhile
Do you even still care?
Please just lift up the phone and dial
Slowly my hearts began to fade
Into a never-ending trance of love
How much hope it use to hold
Has now stopped pumping the blood.
Reality taps me on the shoulder.
I awake from my rest and cry,
Thought of you keeps me wondering
will you ever drop by?
So why did this all have to happen?
Came to with much disguise
Now all I do is remember
The beauty within your true eyes.
Loving her is a crime.
I've been nothing but punished.
Why such punishment?
Why the torture?
And yet if this is
What i must face,
It shall be grand.
Why?
Watching the tear roll down your cheek,
and knowing my decision created the soft,
delicate sphere of pain.
Why did I fall into such temptation?
I did not mean to.
I was not thinking.
I am sorry.
I feel nothing but an infinite sadness within.
Wishing day and night; dreaming
that the hands of time would turn back;
and I could transform
that tear to joy and an endless smile....
“Tanka”
Crisp, refreshing air.
A white blanket covers all.
Silence is heard.
A branch breaks off a tree.
A teardrop falls from above.
“SPAM”
Nothing quite says "Good
morning" better than smell of
SPAM frying in pan.
Millennium Meat
a taste that will stay with you
a thousand years; SPAM!
SPAM in a blue can.
Most here wear blue shirts each day.
Contents are the same.
SPAM in the blue can.
Is anything else so bad?
Absolutely YES!
