Undeniable. I’ll never forget one thing about you.
Unforgettable. I’ll always relive each day never had
My friends say “you will die lonely.
Your own way will lead you nowhere.”
I would watch him grow; I would love to know if he likes my favorite song.
Would he want to stay? Would he go a way that leads him to ultimate wrong
I’d teach him to fight. Would I teach him so that he will remember long.
Link, I’m so sorry, my son.
I was so mislead by me
You’ll always be the missing Link at sea.
You are the lost, the missed, the only one.
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Sunday, February 13, 2011
ACOG4X32JN8:12
They hear my words
From down wind.
They're here in herds
Yet still they sinned.
Look at my face
Then at yourself.
Is there a resemblance?
Carefully place
Guns on the shelf.
Where’s your benevolence?
You're not a dove,
Despite your tries.
But I see love,
In your sad eyes.
I wanted them to live a life like mine.
A simple life of love;
Of honesty.
But they just consume the bread and wine.
Obsessed with above,
And of me.
From down wind.
They're here in herds
Yet still they sinned.
Look at my face
Then at yourself.
Is there a resemblance?
Carefully place
Guns on the shelf.
Where’s your benevolence?
You're not a dove,
Despite your tries.
But I see love,
In your sad eyes.
I wanted them to live a life like mine.
A simple life of love;
Of honesty.
But they just consume the bread and wine.
Obsessed with above,
And of me.
No Poetic Device
No longer can I mask it all.
It seems a lie, a fake, a cheat.
I can’t talk to you the same.
My word seem unnatural.
I used to say such beautiful things that pleased their ears and calmed their souls.
But now I speak the truth.
How unappealing that must be.
In the world I have crated, I have no need for such things anymore.
I have created a situation which is absent of charming manipulative words.
I enjoy it alone.
What is the painting in the dark corner room?
To discover would waist you time.
What ever it is, it’s covered in dust and has not seen light in ages.
This is not a mistake. Not at all.
Past eyes were unamused, and so am I.
Although I’ve stepped out of the valley of the green class doors,
My desires mirror its reflections.
It seems a lie, a fake, a cheat.
I can’t talk to you the same.
My word seem unnatural.
I used to say such beautiful things that pleased their ears and calmed their souls.
But now I speak the truth.
How unappealing that must be.
In the world I have crated, I have no need for such things anymore.
I have created a situation which is absent of charming manipulative words.
I enjoy it alone.
What is the painting in the dark corner room?
To discover would waist you time.
What ever it is, it’s covered in dust and has not seen light in ages.
This is not a mistake. Not at all.
Past eyes were unamused, and so am I.
Although I’ve stepped out of the valley of the green class doors,
My desires mirror its reflections.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Plain Jane
She was that girl that nobody could see.
She reminded me of you and reminded me of me.
She had only one friend that she could confer.
She was that girl in the halls and no one noticed her.
And all she ever wanted was for somebody to see her.
She could never step out from all the noise
And get some attention from the boys,
Because she didn’t look like what they wanted,
Because she wouldn’t flaunt what they flaunted.
And all she ever wanted was for somebody to love her.
Then she was all alone when her best friend died.
She had no one else for her to confide.
She loved her friends kids like they were her own,
But out of the spot light and remained unknown.
And all she ever wanted was for somebody to hear her.
I see her house; it’s expensive and new.
I can see the successes that she did accrue.
But despite her homemade achievement throne,
She gets out of work just to be all alone.
And all she ever wanted was for somebody to hold her.
She reminded me of you and reminded me of me.
She had only one friend that she could confer.
She was that girl in the halls and no one noticed her.
And all she ever wanted was for somebody to see her.
She could never step out from all the noise
And get some attention from the boys,
Because she didn’t look like what they wanted,
Because she wouldn’t flaunt what they flaunted.
And all she ever wanted was for somebody to love her.
Then she was all alone when her best friend died.
She had no one else for her to confide.
She loved her friends kids like they were her own,
But out of the spot light and remained unknown.
And all she ever wanted was for somebody to hear her.
I see her house; it’s expensive and new.
I can see the successes that she did accrue.
But despite her homemade achievement throne,
She gets out of work just to be all alone.
And all she ever wanted was for somebody to hold her.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Happy Emoticon
I must say that I am so pleased today.
This is a joy that I’ll gladly admit.
Don’t be sad for me in this way.
I’m glad I didn’t ever ruin it.
I got to the end and did not make a mess!
I lived well and felt like a success.
I loved my life in every breath.
I know that I did my very best.
I did the best I could before death.
So what if missed some of the rest?
Let’s celebrate today a job well done
And remember the good times with everyone.
I prioritized and never was late.
I did what I wanted and I never waited.
I got to love and I got to hate.
I’ve been loved and I’ve been hated.
I hope that you say, ‘good job; good game.’
I hope that you and I feel the same.
This is a joy that I’ll gladly admit.
Don’t be sad for me in this way.
I’m glad I didn’t ever ruin it.
I got to the end and did not make a mess!
I lived well and felt like a success.
I loved my life in every breath.
I know that I did my very best.
I did the best I could before death.
So what if missed some of the rest?
Let’s celebrate today a job well done
And remember the good times with everyone.
I prioritized and never was late.
I did what I wanted and I never waited.
I got to love and I got to hate.
I’ve been loved and I’ve been hated.
I hope that you say, ‘good job; good game.’
I hope that you and I feel the same.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
A Penny for Your Silence
They take what’s mine.
Reboot, fix, refine.
Forty-two years old.
Give it a new face.
Ready to be sold.
Embrace the new case.
Revive the past;
Nostalgic contrast.
Show me the sequel.
Give it your best shot.
Results unequal.
Can you create or not?
Recycled art
Fills our shopping cart.
We know that it’s a waste.
Consumers smile and nod.
They know we like the taste.
All that glitters is god.
Reboot, fix, refine.
Forty-two years old.
Give it a new face.
Ready to be sold.
Embrace the new case.
Revive the past;
Nostalgic contrast.
Show me the sequel.
Give it your best shot.
Results unequal.
Can you create or not?
Recycled art
Fills our shopping cart.
We know that it’s a waste.
Consumers smile and nod.
They know we like the taste.
All that glitters is god.
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