poem 3
Sweet sweet song is in my veins
a broken heart lays there
on the snow filled path
a story untold that no one wants to hear
to be acknowledged
to feel your sweet sweet breath on my neck
to be held by your arms and feel the warmth pass into me
to feel loved
long has he awaited this moment
this feeling as if he could soar
long has he awaited this sweet sweet melody
to raise his heart once more
to be heard to be held
dont we all wish it
to be understood and understanding
to be loved and to love
why am i so misunderstood?
wishing for someone he is
wishing for someone i am
to love and care
to hear our story
to play that song once more
admist this confusion
who would that person be
that person who reaches out across the chaos
to play that song, to sing that song, to live that song
long have i, we, us awaited this moment
as you hold me in you arms
as someone else holds him
our hearts may be mended if only that someone would appear
that graceful tune
i wish to hear it once more
that melody that grants the heart so much pleasure
to comfort and to soothe
this broken heart
this man lives in a family yet feels no love
who are we to judge if we can not save
the world around me, him, us, we, they, cripples
i await that tune
and that person who shall sing that graceful tune
who will hold me in his arms and show me the light
to play that song once more in my heart
just once i would like to hear it
just once would suffice and save that man
more stories rise and fall
more people vanish from this world
if only they could have heard the song once more
perhaps they could be saved
the song in my heart that i wish someone could play
and when he does my soul shall be complete
his life would be saved
to be held in his arms
to be understood
to be heard
to be seen
to hear that song once more is our wish
the wish of the world
to be saved from this suffering
if only that person who sings this song would come
to my side, his side, their side
to save me and them and him and her
if only you would reach across the room full of darkness
full of cold hearted people who have heard the song yet not wishing to sing it for others
reach across and save me
complete my soul with your caring
and i will be yours forever
if only i could hear that song once more...
a broken heart lays there
on the snow filled path
a story untold that no one wants to hear
to be acknowledged
to feel your sweet sweet breath on my neck
to be held by your arms and feel the warmth pass into me
to feel loved
long has he awaited this moment
this feeling as if he could soar
long has he awaited this sweet sweet melody
to raise his heart once more
to be heard to be held
dont we all wish it
to be understood and understanding
to be loved and to love
why am i so misunderstood?
wishing for someone he is
wishing for someone i am
to love and care
to hear our story
to play that song once more
admist this confusion
who would that person be
that person who reaches out across the chaos
to play that song, to sing that song, to live that song
long have i, we, us awaited this moment
as you hold me in you arms
as someone else holds him
our hearts may be mended if only that someone would appear
that graceful tune
i wish to hear it once more
that melody that grants the heart so much pleasure
to comfort and to soothe
this broken heart
this man lives in a family yet feels no love
who are we to judge if we can not save
the world around me, him, us, we, they, cripples
i await that tune
and that person who shall sing that graceful tune
who will hold me in his arms and show me the light
to play that song once more in my heart
just once i would like to hear it
just once would suffice and save that man
more stories rise and fall
more people vanish from this world
if only they could have heard the song once more
perhaps they could be saved
the song in my heart that i wish someone could play
and when he does my soul shall be complete
his life would be saved
to be held in his arms
to be understood
to be heard
to be seen
to hear that song once more is our wish
the wish of the world
to be saved from this suffering
if only that person who sings this song would come
to my side, his side, their side
to save me and them and him and her
if only you would reach across the room full of darkness
full of cold hearted people who have heard the song yet not wishing to sing it for others
reach across and save me
complete my soul with your caring
and i will be yours forever
if only i could hear that song once more...
poem 2, question
what do you do when the rain falls
and you trip, in that mud
you look around and frown at your helplessness
dont you wish that then, there
that person would come, carrying
that umbrella, and smile that sweet
beautiful smile?
what do you do when the sky is dark
and you awake by yourself shivering from the sweat drenched clothes
you stare at the ceiling and think of those dark thoughts
dont you wish that then, there
that person would be there, holding
your shaking body, and smile that sweet
beautiful smile?
what do you do when the house is empty
and you feel so alone, so detached
from the world, and you stare at that empty sceen
dont you wish that then, there
that person would be there, comforting
your broken heart, and smile that sweet
beautiful smile?
what do you do when your alone in the world
and you look back at those painful memories
feeling so depressed and so morbid
dont you wish that then, there
that person would be there, loving you
like no one ever has, and smile that sweet
beautiful smile?
in this world full of souls
seeking the warmth of another
who would be that person
who would come up to you
and hold, comfort, care, understand, love you
for who you are, and smile that sweet
beautiful smile?
as life drags on dont we all wish to find
someone that perfect in their own way
that makes you smile back at them
even when you feel your worst
someone that when you look into their eyes
you feel that your not alone in this world and you smile that sweet
beautiful smile back?
why can some have this and yet some can not
why does the sky rain on those who deserve most the sun
why cant everyone have that person
why doesn't the light shine on those who are in the dark
why should some have that caring figure while others suffer
doesn't every one want to smile that sweet beautiful smile?
and you trip, in that mud
you look around and frown at your helplessness
dont you wish that then, there
that person would come, carrying
that umbrella, and smile that sweet
beautiful smile?
what do you do when the sky is dark
and you awake by yourself shivering from the sweat drenched clothes
you stare at the ceiling and think of those dark thoughts
dont you wish that then, there
that person would be there, holding
your shaking body, and smile that sweet
beautiful smile?
what do you do when the house is empty
and you feel so alone, so detached
from the world, and you stare at that empty sceen
dont you wish that then, there
that person would be there, comforting
your broken heart, and smile that sweet
beautiful smile?
what do you do when your alone in the world
and you look back at those painful memories
feeling so depressed and so morbid
dont you wish that then, there
that person would be there, loving you
like no one ever has, and smile that sweet
beautiful smile?
in this world full of souls
seeking the warmth of another
who would be that person
who would come up to you
and hold, comfort, care, understand, love you
for who you are, and smile that sweet
beautiful smile?
as life drags on dont we all wish to find
someone that perfect in their own way
that makes you smile back at them
even when you feel your worst
someone that when you look into their eyes
you feel that your not alone in this world and you smile that sweet
beautiful smile back?
why can some have this and yet some can not
why does the sky rain on those who deserve most the sun
why cant everyone have that person
why doesn't the light shine on those who are in the dark
why should some have that caring figure while others suffer
doesn't every one want to smile that sweet beautiful smile?
poem 1
the sky is grey, too grey to let
the brilliant sun pass
its golden rays are hidden from the world
blocked out by the darkness of winter
its absence causes
distruption throughout
as though god had abandoned the world
chased away by the satin
leaving us, these ants in an ant farm
alone, in the darkness
all around people start to go crazy
like headless beings, empty souls, running
without destination
people fall under this neglection
and we are hurt and sink
into the ground of despair
why is it that god, neglectes us
yet gives so much to those others
although we are wealthy, our souls
are decrepid
everytime we try, bring up our courage
and try our best, we are beat down once more
beat down by those people with eyes full of hatred
those eyes that solely look down, only filled with desire for themselves
we sulk in the shadows for only the shadows
seem to understand, the darkness in our hearts
we sit there, afraid of the world
hoping that once more we shall be salvaged
yet even when those clouds part
and spirits are lifted, ours
grow worse, although the sunlight is
refreshing, warm and calming, our lives
are souls are not at rest
we all long for that something in the distance
our wishes are again tossed aside
by that fake god, who claims to love all
and now although our spirits are crushed, our lives
ruined, we still cling onto that hope, that that thing in the distance
so close yet so far away, will one day be
ours, although it belongs to someone else
we lurk in the shadows, feeling like theives
holding onto somthing belonging to others
yet we do not let go, for that wish
is all, that we live for
without that hope, we shall turn to dust
and meld into the shadows even more
so that no one will ever see
the darkness of the world
perhaps it would be for the best
to melt into ashes
to crumble in despair
kneel down to fate
and accept the guillotine of irony
it would be best if the world saw nothing of this
for it would cause others to suffer
for our insubordination to this proclaimed god
but we could not bear to part
with our dreams
could we?
our eyes are different then others
although some may say we are not as different as we think
we see behind the decieving eyes of those liars
who dont care, dont understand yet pretend they do
to crush them in the shadows
this is a way of self preservation is it not?
and so in our indesition caused by our caring
yet unwillingness to part with our hope
we stay here, wondering if we had the heart
change the way he looks upon them
and cling innocently to our unattainable aspiration
or would we crumble into the shadows
to save those whom he favors over us
but it would seem as if, we could not bring down that knife on either heads
for we still sit here waiting in the shadows of negligence
for our choice to be decided
the brilliant sun pass
its golden rays are hidden from the world
blocked out by the darkness of winter
its absence causes
distruption throughout
as though god had abandoned the world
chased away by the satin
leaving us, these ants in an ant farm
alone, in the darkness
all around people start to go crazy
like headless beings, empty souls, running
without destination
people fall under this neglection
and we are hurt and sink
into the ground of despair
why is it that god, neglectes us
yet gives so much to those others
although we are wealthy, our souls
are decrepid
everytime we try, bring up our courage
and try our best, we are beat down once more
beat down by those people with eyes full of hatred
those eyes that solely look down, only filled with desire for themselves
we sulk in the shadows for only the shadows
seem to understand, the darkness in our hearts
we sit there, afraid of the world
hoping that once more we shall be salvaged
yet even when those clouds part
and spirits are lifted, ours
grow worse, although the sunlight is
refreshing, warm and calming, our lives
are souls are not at rest
we all long for that something in the distance
our wishes are again tossed aside
by that fake god, who claims to love all
and now although our spirits are crushed, our lives
ruined, we still cling onto that hope, that that thing in the distance
so close yet so far away, will one day be
ours, although it belongs to someone else
we lurk in the shadows, feeling like theives
holding onto somthing belonging to others
yet we do not let go, for that wish
is all, that we live for
without that hope, we shall turn to dust
and meld into the shadows even more
so that no one will ever see
the darkness of the world
perhaps it would be for the best
to melt into ashes
to crumble in despair
kneel down to fate
and accept the guillotine of irony
it would be best if the world saw nothing of this
for it would cause others to suffer
for our insubordination to this proclaimed god
but we could not bear to part
with our dreams
could we?
our eyes are different then others
although some may say we are not as different as we think
we see behind the decieving eyes of those liars
who dont care, dont understand yet pretend they do
to crush them in the shadows
this is a way of self preservation is it not?
and so in our indesition caused by our caring
yet unwillingness to part with our hope
we stay here, wondering if we had the heart
change the way he looks upon them
and cling innocently to our unattainable aspiration
or would we crumble into the shadows
to save those whom he favors over us
but it would seem as if, we could not bring down that knife on either heads
for we still sit here waiting in the shadows of negligence
for our choice to be decided