My Poetry
Musings

    Various assorted poems that I have written in the past. Some happy, some from a time when things were worse...

Some people have thousands of reasons why they Can't do what they want to, 
when all they need is One reason why they Can.

 

There's an echo through the canyon, a murmur from the sky;
You can hear it if you listen, and still you wonder why.
There are some who need their freedom, and some who just don't care;
And those in empty shells of stone, with nothing left to share.

The mountains are a refuge for a thousand living things;
They take what the earth will give them, not caring what tomorrow brings.
There are those who've earned their freedom, and ones who've learned to care;
And those in empty shells of stone, have found a solace there.

In the magic of a sunrise, when God a new day sends;
Or the twinkling of a thousand stars, when He, our new day ends.
Where one who's found his freedom, teaches one who did not care;
And he, within his empty shell, has something he can share.

So hear the echo through the canyon, and the murmur from the sky;
For it may all be gone tomorrow, in the blinking of an eye.
And learn to love your brother, and learn that you must care;
Or we'll all be empty shells of stone, with nothing left to share.

 

I live each day in my little box
All bound with chains and locked with locks,
With walls around as high as the sky
And I know it makes you wonder why.

You see, my box is safe and sound
Like an island is with water around,
And I know sometimes, you will agree,
You wish it were you instead of me.

If someone tampers with my style
And tries to stay around a while,
I just post a sign saying "Go Away"
I've got all the love I can use today.

And if by chance I should wander out
To walk around and gaze about,
The space is too open for me to be
Safe, and secure, and really me.

Now if you would look inside my box
You'd see its not really so gray,
There's room enough, for me alone
So no one else could dare to stay.

And there is no place I'd rather be
Than in my box, with only me,
To sit and ponder my life's way
And wonder just how long I'll stay.

So I live each day in my little box
All bound with chains and locked with locks,
With walls around as high as the sky
And now you should not wonder why.

 

Every day in pain I wait
I can't help but wonder why
You promised me your love...
Will you say goodbye?
Please don't say goodbye

I keep my distance, my pride
Such a clever place to hide
A sad existence, in my mind
Another waste of precious time
It'd be so easy
Just to lock my heart away
Turn my back
And I wouldn't have to say
Long as I live
I need you
I need you to feel the way
I do

 

I step off my porch
Fall into an abyss of
Loneliness, Confusion, and Lunacy
I stand still and watch
All this screams past me
And it passes, laughing and mocking

Now emotionally scarred - permanent
I proceed, by myself, but not alone
For my pain is shared by many
But never does one eye another

Here I exist
As a victim, as the guilty party
Always wrong, yet always right
Not quite sure which end is up anymore

I stand
I am
I go...
Alone. Always.



 

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