These poems are mostly untitled because I cant get a handle on the subject. Im not sure if their compleatly "Drippy" I just dont have a clue anymore.
Untitled.
Did you feel that if perchance, we should lose our love.
That we had never danced with joy to music from above.
Did you think your lovers glance would wither on the vine.
Or that my salty tears enhanced the flavor of loves wine.
When by your love I was entranced and captured by your face.
Through green meadows of our time we came and went with grace.
Our home was built of flower pots with roses and wild thyme
And where ere we wandered ,our steps would always rhyme.
So now I wander through the world as lonly as Im free.
My eyes are cold and heavy while my soul is cold icy.
My home is built of brambles of neatles roses thorns,
And here I`ll stay untill the day my love can be reborn
UNTITLED.
We were young,O so young when we danced in the rain
We spun such wide circles again and again
Our tears were from laughter,pure sequins of glee.
Our cries of abandon, pure revalry
We were young in our passion of grape and grain.
For we loved with full feelings that never knew pain.
Her hills were our castles, plash pools were our sea,
Soft curve of horizone our daft destiny.
We were young ,fresh green,like new grass on the plain,
How we sang as we ran to our joyious refrane.
We slept in moon shadows neath verdunt marquee,
And we ate all the sweet fruit from off of the tree.
We knew what we knew.
Such knowledge arcane,
But when the vow broke
It was quite porcelane.
We cry and rend cloth
We lamented with plea.
But childhood will pass.
with its lost harmony.
TITANIC.
I was sailing the Titanic and was feeling mighty proud
When i wooed a teenage beatnick whos head was in a cloud.
But through the rain and lightning it stil stayed overcast.
For a man without a future and a woman with no past.
I was on my way to Athens,drinking halfway round the globe
When I found a millionairess,a sexy anglophobe.
She served me tease and honey it was a fine repast.
For a man without a future from a woman with no past.
I went home with a night nurse as I was want to do,
Survivors of an old curse we both were feeling blue.
We played and found a new cure but we knew it wouldnt last
Fot a man without a future and a woman with no past.
I was gambling in the desert and I was getting rich.
When I lost my poke while lying with an old coyote bitch.
So I laid her on the table as the wheels were spinning fast.
A man with no future lost his woman at the last.
I was sitting in "Ye bookstore" drinking from an empty bowl.
When I made out with the Goddess and understood the whole.
But the well was full of wisdom, for me it was to vast.
But it gave the man a future from the woman of the past..
Untitled.
How can you tell me that your leaving. How can you tell me you dont care. How can you tell me your not fooling. How can you walk out through the door.
Im sorry for the things I said that hurt you. Im sorry for the way I made you cry. I promised that I never would desert you. If you leave me I will surly die.
How can I leave this house we`ve loved in. How can I leave this life we`ve shared. How can I breath in broken body. How can I walk of to nowhere.
Im sorry for the things I did that hurt thee. Im sorry for the tear thats in your eye. O promise that you never will forget me, for without you I will forever cry.
I seem to have lost my tears somewhere,
In a cave of self regret..
The feelings of loss and despare
Have become brick buried and set.
What was once a bleeding great wound
Is now a hole covered in scar
And I am no longer atuned
To the pity of those off afar.
I want to cry with shame; or joy
I want to cry and release the boy
That tried so hard to be a man.
I want to cry but I try in vain.
Where did they go when I lost them.
Did the salt melt into the blood
Did crystals sing a farewell hymne
As they merged with my arid flood
I tride to revive them with thinking
To discover the source of my bain
But stopped to take up hard drinking
To lessen the pain in my brain.
I seem to have lost my fear somewhere,
Lost in a pit of self doubt
Dispelled in a terrible nightmare
That left me in ruin and route.
I no longer have direction,
For that is the way of the past
But now my deep fear
That Iv lost my tears
Seems to be a thing that will last
Free to win and free to lose, free from all emotions dues. Free to cry and sing the blues. How much freedom can I choose. Free like a bird who hides from the hawk. Free like a child afraid of the dark Free like a dog in a public park or free like Cain with Jehovaha`s mark.
