Poems

Just because I wanted to put these Poems some place.
Some have dates others do not. 
Some are cool others are hot. ah ah.
Most are very deep.

No One Wins

Superficial smile,

happy for a while.

You do the best you can do,

but inside your broken too.

Some days its all OK, yet the pain never goes away.

Avoid what hurts, thats the plan,

life will be good with a new man.

Believe the past is all a lie,

but for its loss you still cry.

Some days its all OK, yet the pain never goes away.

Dont talk or let me in.

Dont let healing begin.

Fear drives much of what you do,

I know its taste, Im broken too.

Some days its all OK, yet the pain never goes away. 

Talk to me, yell and scream,

blame me for your broken dream.

We may never, restore the past,

but together, find peace at last.

I really had to work on that last set. It sounds good with just the 3, but so depressing. I promised myself some time ago to try and end all my poems with something hopeful, so there it is.

Alternative June 10. ( After the phone call )

Superficial smile, happy for a while.
You do the best you can do,
but inside you are broken too.

Some days its all ok, yet the pain never goes away.

Avoid what hurts, thats the plan now.
Life will be better soon, somehow.
Believe the past is all a lie.
But for its lose you still cry.

Some days its all ok, yet the pain never goes away.

Do not talk or let me in.
Do not let healing begin.
Fear drives that which you do,
I know its taste, Im broken too.

The Conversation – Poem June 2018

Love is flowers and sweet honey,

soft and cuddly like a bunny.

No its not, you romantic fool,

Love is tragic and always cruel.

Love is stronger than time, I say

Its hardships come and go away.

So optimistic in hopes and dreams,

you’ll get ruined and end in screams.

Let it go, your devotion is no good at all,

cant you see how they feel, look at that wall.

Love is much more than you grimly think

we may flounder in life but love will not sink.

The Pirate Tiger Poem.

It just happened to be on Father’s day 2018.

I saw the tiger beneath the trees,

with a shaking in my knees.

Teeth and claws, hunting for pray,

I without a musket, its not a good day.

The big cat looked right into my eye,

I felt doomed, I wished I could fly.

No saber or pistol, its not a good day,

alone on the shore of shipwreck bay.

Robbing Tom Petty June 2018

Its a long day,

working at the subway.

My love said;

Dont come round no more.

Im the bad guy,

still walking with my head high.

Im the bad guy,

for braking her heart.

Now I try,,,

Not to call her.

Now I try,,,

Not to care about my kids.

Yeaaa Im freeeee,

free to live well.

Im freeee,

to regret the things I did.

Maybe someday,

they will want to know me.

Maybe someway,

we can cross the stormy sea.

Its my hope, they will forgive me.

Its my dream, a family again we can be.

Poem of the day. May 15

Hope.
Look up to the night sky,
vast and empty yet full of stars.
Wish that there is life out there,
one chance in a billion.
Love.
Look at the broken past,
empty of trust yet once full of joy.
Wish that life can be happy again,
one chance in a billion.
Faith.

Under our bed. Poem July 02, 2018

Fear, Fear, its what we have here.

It is the dread, that hides under your bed.

Face it or flee, how bad can it be?

Reason and logic are lost at sea.

Dont call me a coward. Dont say Im not strong.

Iv endured so much, Iv suffered so long.

Dangers I can beat, life’s challenges I meat.

But in those eyes, I lose my feet.

Falling to the floor, cant take any more.

So get away from me, I just wanna be free.

Dont need to face my fear. Dont need another beer.

If you stay away, then my day’s all ok.

Fear, Fear, its what we have hear.

Its all in your head, there’s nothing under the bed.

Summer Jam 2018

Looking out the window, the summer passing by.

So many things to do, no time to stop and cry.

Work and play, day after day,

trying to put some money away.

I do what I want, because I am free.

No one to care for, its all about me.

Still I wonder some days, how they are doing at home.

Will any of them ever pick up the phone?

Oh no, that old life is just a foggy haze,

memories of long past summer days.

Inspired by reality and the song “Burn” by the Cure

6am, August, 26, 2018

Don’t look, don’t look, don’t look at me.

Your angry eyes are all I see.

Beneath your flowing hair and dress,

your body hard with angry stress.

Every night I dream,

Every night the dream’s the same. x2

We laugh, we talk, we love, we play,

just like we did back in the day.

Then your mood becomes a storm,

cold and gray and full of harm.

Every night I dream,

Every night I can’t move on. x2

Don’t talk, don’t talk, don’t talk to me.

That’s how you want it to be.

Beneath your silent glare of rage,

other emotions want the stage.

Every night I dream,

Every day I struggle on. x2

The Grunge Song 2016 Westmorland

I only share my pain and anguish

my happiness I save for me.

In a life filled with tragedy

my secret joy you will not see.

By the knife, we seek to find some happy life.

In de-ni-al, every dream will end in strife.

As I make my own path

I know it can never last.

Like the flowers they are lies

bright and shinny they die fast.

All my life Iv seen the tears come crashing down

In de-ni-al, sad smiles worn like a crown.

I want to scream my sorrows

even though Iv no regrets.

We plan and sceam for tomorrow

draw your cards, place your bets. 

Living in Pergatory

Look at the world around you.

Does it feel real or fake?

They say they will help you,

so swallow the poison cake.

You can do nothing about it,

or you can scream and shake.

They say they will help you,

Ask not how long it will take.

The facade cracks and crumbles,

we wonder when it will brake.

They say they will help you,

Throw their promises in the lake.

Living in pergatory is not what I want to do.

There is no joy in running this race,

the rewards are all untrue. 

Fight Song 2016

Look around you at the city

Crime, corruption, isnt’t it pretty?

Keep your head down, its ok.

Fix it all, there’s no way.

Power and privilage for a small few.

Payday loans for the rest of you.

The world is like a vipers nest,

There is evil to fight and more.

Dont close your eyes like the rest,

Together we can settle the score.

Fight Song 2017

Grab your good intentions,

pick your courage up off the floor.

Toss away your pretensions,

There’s evil to fight and more.

Im not the worst or the best,

I bet that is you too friend.

Iv joy and sadness like the rest,

yet I struggle onto the end.

When you fall as low as you can,

Do you give up, blame them all?

Do you stand up, determined and tall? 

C.A.T.S.

Cats are creeping in,

they know just what to do.

Cats will fight and win,

they are coming to save you. 

What we Are

Animals, Animals, sitting in a cage.
So very full of powerless rage.
Animals, Animals, staring at the clock.
Day by day, Tick by tock. 

Be a good animal do what they say,
swallow what they feed you,
then go out to play.

Animals, Animals, trapped in a cell.
Boredom is a special kind of hell.
Animals, Animals, you cant get out.
They laugh as you scream and shout. 

Be a good animal do what they say,
swallow what they feed you,
then go out to play.

Animals, Animals, still in a cage.
Truth and lies mixed on the page.
Animals, Animals, what can you do?
Pray that we all make it through. 

How Much Loss Nov 22 2017

Every hopefull expectation,

willnot come to pass.

Shattered dreams on the floor,

broken just like glass.

How much can you stand to lose,

before you will brake?

How much disappointment can

your heart bravely take?

All your loved ones gone away,

the family home is lost.

A life time’s worth of possessions,

into the trash are tossed.

Yet still you struggle on somehow,

to stubborn to give up.

Pride in your self or faith in God?

You hang on to the cup.

What is your philosophy on life,  October 2018

in just one short paragraph ?

My answer;
Life owes you nothing. The reverse is also true.
Its all about choices, even in the toughest times,
you still have free will over what you do.
All things in moderation.
Hold to the old, reach for the new.

Introverts of the World Unite Nov. 2018

Can you lover without being face to face?

A single person or the whole human race?

If disappointment is all you expect,

Your happiness you’ve already wrecked.

To hold love forever in your heart,

To seek good in others, is a dying art.

So long as there is life there is hope.

So put down the knife and the rope.

You have lost a lot, I have too.

Many days teats like bitter brew.

The hurt is real, dont pretend its not.

Yet you should enjoy what you have got.

Do you mock my sunny point of view?

Do you think life holds nothing new?

I have only one last thing to say;

Tomorrow needs not be the same as today. 

For what it is worth. Nov 2018

How do you value a human life?

By the joy they bring or how they cause strife.

Can you count all the good they do,

If they are mean to others but not to you?

Do a few bad weeds,

erase the good deeds?

Are you valued by your pay per hour?

Or by your political power?

Are you measured by the wisdom you give?

By the choices you make, the way you live?

Why are some lives worth less than others?

Are we not all human, sisters and brothers? 

Time Traveler 2018

Because Iv traveled the universe a lot,

Iv seen love turn cold and sometimes stay hot.

I wish I could travel back to the day before,

tragic events came knocking at your door.

So many thoughts Iv wanted to share,

But I did not call, because it wouldn’t be fair.

I could tell you what mystery life had in store.

But you would not believe all this and more.

Now that I got the good side of new,

Iv found arms to fall right into.

Its not what I had planed,

Yet it is my heart’s demand,

I hope you understand.

We cross this line with no regrets.

Sharing a love of uncertainty.

No looking back, we promise,

only thoughts forward.

Are we fools in love,

or just fools for love?

Now we stand at this place,

never expecting to be here.

With time and patience,

our hearts will prove what’s true.

If we are just friends,

or if our love is unconditional.

What is meant to be, shall be.

Under the awkward silence Nov. 2018

Words that I cant say now.

Many things I want to tell you,

But I dont know how.

It would be simple if ties to the past were cut.

Yet still I have hopes for that lost life,

even though all the doors are shut.

I want to move forward to something new.

So here Im reaching a virtual hand,

Hoping for someone like you. 

How do I miss you ? Dec 2018

How can you miss the ones you love?

Are there only two ways?

The sorrow and sense of loss,

when you know they are gone forever.

The hopeful sense of longing,

when you may see them again someday.

The first requires acceptance

of the finality of the loss.

The second assumes the joyful reunion

is possible, even if the day is far away.

Yet there is a third way,

a more painful path.

When they are alive and distant,

when what you had is dead and gone.

You miss them, you hope to see them,

yet the meeting would bring no joy. 

Evolution of Love Dec 2018

Young love is fire, its passion, its need.

Burning desire, its a kind of greed.

I want you. I need you. Will you be mine?

Bright sparks of adventure, romance and fun.

Loud cries of excitement as your on the run.

Its about the now, tomorrow’s too far.

Am I happy with you, as things now are?

Young love is a storm, its passion, its flame.

Longing and lust, with rewards, its a game.

Flying high, burning bright,

until the crash, one bitter night.

The end is anger, argument and hate,

or maybe cold silence,

to fix things, its too late.

Yet despair not, and listen.

Young love is not the only kind.

There is another you may find.

Deep and powerful as the sea.

It thinks about what good it can be.

I can live with out you, this I know to be true.

But together, we are better at all that we do.

This love is patient, this love is kind.

It is what we all need to find.