Our Shackles

So many things divide

Politics, hate, and pride

We are the same on the inside

The walls are caving in

Our selfish ambition is sin

We put on our shackles again

If we lay aside, what divides

our selfless love would testify

less faith in our opinions

and more faith in our God

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Faded White Rose

I took out the trash to start the day

Pieces of life I have thrown away

I toss it to the curb in the morning dew

Flowers in the bag are showing through

 

A faded white rose, like an old newspaper

read long ago then left on the table

life disappears into the night like a vapor

I’d have no fear, but I am not able

I don’t even know where it goes

Faded White Rose

 

The song of a lonesome mourning dove

Narrates the moment from up above

Flowers of the field and birds of the sky

If we have more value, then why, tell me why

 

A faded white rose, like an old newspaper

read long ago then left on the table

life disappears into the night like a vapor

I’d have no fear, but I am not able

I don’t even know where it goes

Faded White Rose

 

I shut the door and I lean against the wall

Dust dances in the light down the hall

A newspaper from the day life came undone

Lies open on the table, yellow from the sun

 

A faded white rose, like an old newspaper

read long ago then left on the table

life disappears into the night like a vapor

I’d have no fear, but I am not able

I don’t even know where it goes

Faded White Rose

 

 

 

Poems of Addiction

I write a lot of poems about addiction

I give my honest words without restriction

Cuts like a knife through the powder

At war with what seeks to devour

Opiate Prison of Mine

 

For a Brief Moment

I’m Going To Quit

I Take Another Pill

As The Wind Blows

Outsmart My Addiction

I will dance until it’s time to pay the piper

A Secret Gypsy In Your Mind

Prescribed To Addiction

Even When I Numb The Pain

I don’t know why I had to rhyme

Just to repost some poems of mine

Though nobody sees, it is real

No one can deny you what you feel

I Dream that there is something better

My sleep, it is erratic

Dreams are vivid and sporadic

My mind is wreaking havoc

I spin around, I spin around

Like a chemical reaction

Morning light refraction

Just another distraction

I have found, I have found

And I dream there is something better

I could write it in a letter

But I know not where to send it to

We are dancing together in the sky

There never was a goodbye

But still I wake up without you

They talk about grief and pain

Like the weatherman speaks of rain

Check the radar of my brain

Lost in my mind, lost in my mind

I relive days from the past

I try hard to make them last

I am forgetting much too fast

Thoughts I cannot find, I cannot find

And I dream there is something better

I could write it in a letter

But I know not where to send it to

We are dancing together in the sky

There never was a goodbye

But still I wake up without you

Be The One

The wake of another suicide

One more man fought and died

Kept everything deep inside

Ran until he could not hide

There was pain that nobody knew

Was there no one he could turn to?

You can be the one

Be the voice that says ‘you are not alone’

You can be the difference for someone

You can save a life, you can be the one

Common to all humanity

Every race and every creed

No one has an immunity

It could be you, it could be me

Just one simple conversation

Could give cause for hesitation

You can be the one

Be the voice that says ‘you are not alone’

You can be the difference for someone

You can save a life, you can be the one

It does not have to be

We do not have to bleed

You can be the one

Be the voice that says ‘you are not alone’

You can be the difference for someone

You can save a life, you can be the one

Suicide Prevention (Beautiful Beast)

If you or someone you know is considering suicide, please contact the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-TALK (8255), text “help” to the Crisis Text Line at 741-741 or go to suicidepreventionlifeline.org.

Like a natural predator in the heart of man, creativity is a beast

Everyone admires the magnificence when beauty and danger meet

Like a beast in a cage, masses walk by

“Don’t get too close!” is the warning cry

We all know the stories of those that have died

Still you feel a connection when you look in its eyes

Like there is something human deep down inside

Beneath the muscles and teeth and claws

It reminds you of your deepest flaws

A beast kept in a cage on display

In music, in art, in movies and plays

Mere spectators stay outside of the gate

They can forget that the danger is innate

For the most part, no harm comes their way

They marvel at the creature they see

And admire the beauty of the beast

The tamer sees no cage and no bars

No way to know if he has gone too far

For every beast tamer there will come an hour

For the beast in its nature is built to devour

The beast attacks and the tamer bleeds

People line up and pay money to see

They talk of the tragic lives that were led

By many beast tamers that now are dead

Poe, Joplin, Hank and Cobain

Hendrix, Tupac, too many to name

Captive to the freedom of creativity

Inside of us all lives this beautiful beast

 

 

Down

Why do I even try to ever do anything

Disappointment is all that my effort bring

Best of plans always explode in my hands

I fail for reasons I don’t understand

I’m living proof of Murphey’s Law

The best evidence you have ever saw

I’m the odds on favorite to lose it all

I pick myself up just so that I can fall

Down,

Crying, hoping, praying

Anger and disappointment,

Though I have been found

Tonight I’m feeling down

Why do I beat myself up all the time

My tendency to wreak havoc on my mind

I should look at the good and be satisfied

Do I wound myself just to serve my on pride

I am living proof of Murphey’s Law

The best evidence I ever saw

Hands down favorite to lose it all

Why even myself up, I know I will fall

Down

Crying, hoping, praying

Anger and disappointment

Though I have been found

Tonight I am feeling down

Even If Nobody Knows

Rip the pictures off the wall

Listen to the glass shatter

I wonder why I try at all

And does it even matter

Should I give up tonight

Is the the way my life goes

In a way I think I might

Even if nobody knows

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