Anything is nothing unless someone makes something of nothing to be anything someone wants to let live.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Sometimes
One
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Song
One day you’ll just let/ me / go
Leave / me / a / lone
With / no one to turn / to
I never thought / Love would / Be cold
I never thought / Love could / Be colder than ice
So cold my heart is ice
Still gotta keep up the fight
Keep on going right
A new day is in sight
I know this has to get better
I know this has to get better
It. Has. To. Get. Better
They say when it rains it pours
Don’t they know it also hurts?
I’m dumbfounded
Sunshine is clouded
My sky is no longer blue
It has lost its hue
I worry, who is still here
I worry, who still cares
I just stare at my reflection
I wasn’t expecting
This to be perfection
That’s why I’m in sections
In pieces of peace
This is my release
Please, warm my heart again
Warm my heart again
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Free Verse Love
I have to love you the scripted way
Hold your hand everyday
Kiss your lips softly
Because that’s what the book says
I can’t walk alone, keep to myself
To be “good” I have to be like everyone else
Why not stand out,
Show the differences,
And see the wacky styles, when in comparison?
Why not?
Well, because the book makes predictions
What we should be
Giving us restrictions of what we could be
Why can’t we stop being actors reading a script,
And grow some balls and be a little different?
Because the book tells us not to
And frankly, we seem scared of it
The book needs to see an example of what true love is
So let’s give it a sample
Show how the connection really is
When the love isn’t being scripted
Don’t play by the rules; love me free verse
And I’ll be your side, for better or worst
Don’t blend in with the rest, be strong and stand out
Don’t be afraid to be the OUT crowd
Dig deep within and bring out originality
What makes you special gives you your individuality
Finally, I can see your true personality
When you’re not trying to be like me, he, she, we
Just you, to set your own standards
Make sure your voice is heard
Words of wisdom; divine truthfulness
Letting your tongue flow without being ruthless
This is how you behave
No more living up to what someone portrays
Today, you stray into the arms of reality
Break off the chains and free verse love me
I want you to love me in free verse
Because I’ll love you in Haikus
I will love you now,
Forever be there for you,
I love you always,
So let’s always write
Then we won’t be left with words unsaid
Maybe we can create alliterations
Always an answer after anyone asks about us
Us, Us, Us
You and me
I will be yours if you’ll be mind
I play with words so you’ll be in my thoughts
You are my thoughts because you let me live
I Carpe Diem,
Seize the day,
Not only with words but with feeling
I’m feeling
I’m feeling
I’m feeling like, maybe, I could possibly, somehow Poet love you
And it’s ironic that when I left home I met you
Only this time the scene wasn’t in a rhyme scheme
It wasn’t in a time line where lines times the signs made rhyme
Even then, when we were miles away the blues kept singing
And we just danced to the love written
Until the pen lost ink and I was left to love you
I free verse love you
J.R.
Heyyyyyyy!!
What’s good? How do you do?
Sucky. You?
Why? What’s up? Me. Just trying to poet.
Or just live.
Friends mommy and grandpa died and he’s
Like on the verge of killing himself…
You’re a poet. Your words speak the truth in a metaphoric way
Can’t talk to him? I want to help.
No I just try to write and half the time my mind is missing
So all you get is words.
Words of wisdom; truth, security.
That explains your feelings and how your mind works.
Complicated as you seem, you’re very easy to understand
Understanding; it is clear to those who can’t see clearly.
You see without having to see.
You know and you’re one of few that can read between my lines.
That’s power, not sure how you do it.
It’s fine; I’m settling him
Well if there’s anything I can do to help let me know.
I’ve lost a few.
Gotta keep them so I can continue to live.
Don’t read with my eyes.
My heart brings the connection.
Blind I am, yet I can see it all.
Deep down I think we share a soul.
I can feel your aches and the tickles.
We share something.
That I know for sure.
We blend in like camouflage.
Yet, if you blink twice we’re there on point.
Staring so deeply we wonder if we’re looking
Into you or directly back at us.
I’m unsure of how you entered my world
And are able to understand me more than I do myself, I think.
You’re getting close in days but I’ve been looking for me in years.
I now realize the meaning of your other half.
You know me. And that’s a great feat.
Thanks babe.
No problem.
You’re so soothing.
And I wonder how I sleep so good at night.
Because I snuggle with you…
The emptiness that stirs you awake is filled; void.
I feel my mind full with feelings.
I feel my heart full with something you might call love.
I call her love.
I sleep with my lucky blankie.
I am warm.
Your warmth makes me hot.
I need it to warm my heart.
So it won’t grow cold, freeze the love inside.
The love is for you, to keep you warm.
My heart is warm enough to keep you from being cold
But hot enough to burn others that get too close without permission.
I want to enter your heart.
Live there as long as rent doesn’t go up.
I know it won’t because you’re my roommate.
You’re my lover.
You’re mine and I am yours.
We’ll share what we can and we’ll find a way
To enjoy everything that’ll come our way.
I’ll open my door to my heart so you can begin to sleep like I do.
Love you.
J’adore
Thursday, May 14, 2009
I can't write always.
My thoughts are as plenty as the stars
but shy away like broken dreams
so if my steps cast a shadow don’t follow me,
because I’m hollow sheets
just words on nature to capture everything
but I don’t even know all the words in the world
so how am I to explain the emotions
feelings either hidden or on the surface, its impossible.
unable to create with ignorance
but if I choose to learn its on me
unless I pay enough to collect investments
although my pockets stay priceless
my memories go wasted in trash bins
ready for recycle, and then I begin, all over again
write to the question that questions that one
why is the reason to live to find a lively reason
to understand that stand that’s under felt
or under handed, or just under the feet
of people who don't respect life
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Enjoying Enjoyment
I enjoy my life.
Things are good, and I can hold small moments of greatness in my memory.
It's all good.
I love.
I live.
It's life.
She's funny.
I find that funny.
Don't you?
One.