Dead New Year
The People cheer as they count down the new year
Outside there is an old man sitting in the cold watching the snow flakes fall,
The people cheer 5
The man sits down and looks up,
4
The man smiles and scratches his beard,
3
The man looks down at the street to see the street lamp go out,
2
The man closes his eyes and smiles no more,
1
The man stops breathing
0
The ball has dropped, the old man is dead.
Monday, December 31, 2007
Thursday, December 6, 2007
Ever After
Ever After
There will always be blue skies after gray clouds,
There will always be a bright sun after the dark night,
The warmth of the light will always shine on your face,
When the pale cold leaves,
You'll always wake up from evil dreams,
You'll always be happy and be loved,
You'll always have a friend when u need one,
Your love will not be wasted,
Your heart is made of gold.
There will always be blue skies after gray clouds,
There will always be a bright sun after the dark night,
The warmth of the light will always shine on your face,
When the pale cold leaves,
You'll always wake up from evil dreams,
You'll always be happy and be loved,
You'll always have a friend when u need one,
Your love will not be wasted,
Your heart is made of gold.
Blessings
Count Your Blessings
You have many friends,
Count your blessings.
You have the love of others.
Count your blessings.
Your life is good,
Count your blessings.
Love is not far off for you,
Count your blessings.
You walk down the isle,
You see your friends smiling at you,
You see your love at the end waiting for you,
Your eyes begin to tear up,
You have counted your blessings,
You have seen your life unfold,
You begin a new future with the one you love,
Outside there is an old man sitting against the wall with his eyes closed,
His life uncrumples in his mind,
His descisions, his choices, his love
His loss,
His downfall,
His peace he used to have,
His every meal,
His every drink,
He counts what few blessings he has,
He gets up from where he sits to see the happy couple go into the limozine,
He smiles at them and he starts walking away,
And for a moment the couple look back and see the old man turn a corner,
His life came into their minds,
His peace, his love,
Their eyes were his for one moment,
And now they count their blessings,
And they see now,
They have far more than he ever did.
You have many friends,
Count your blessings.
You have the love of others.
Count your blessings.
Your life is good,
Count your blessings.
Love is not far off for you,
Count your blessings.
You walk down the isle,
You see your friends smiling at you,
You see your love at the end waiting for you,
Your eyes begin to tear up,
You have counted your blessings,
You have seen your life unfold,
You begin a new future with the one you love,
Outside there is an old man sitting against the wall with his eyes closed,
His life uncrumples in his mind,
His descisions, his choices, his love
His loss,
His downfall,
His peace he used to have,
His every meal,
His every drink,
He counts what few blessings he has,
He gets up from where he sits to see the happy couple go into the limozine,
He smiles at them and he starts walking away,
And for a moment the couple look back and see the old man turn a corner,
His life came into their minds,
His peace, his love,
Their eyes were his for one moment,
And now they count their blessings,
And they see now,
They have far more than he ever did.
Loves Fire
Loves Fire
You can be burned,
You can be hurt,
The flame can die,
You can put the flame out,
You can be warmed by the flame,
You can be at peace watching the flame,
Nothing but the crackling of its embers,
The fire can bring light to the dark,
The fire can bring joy in the day,
Love is a fire,
Dont be afraid to get burned.
Sunset Love
Sunset Love
Under the tree there is a couple,
Holding hands as they watch the sunset,
The orange light on their faces as they look into each others eyes,
They see the others future,
They see each others life together,
They smile at each other and kiss as the last rays of the sun go beyond the hill,
They keep looking into each others eyes,
The stars begin to come out and all of the clouds leave,
They sleep there that night,
Watching the stars and the moon,
In each others arms.One of my Dreams
The One of my Dreams
A warmth in my heart that I have never felt before,
Your smile is enough to make me smile,
Your breath is the only air I want to breathe,
Your I want to be in your life,
Part of the paradise that is your personality,
I want to be with you,
I hope you want to be with me,
Because this poem is about to get real cheesy,
And that might not be a good thing,
So we could have some good times,
And not so good times,
But I'll always be there for you.
The Gleam
The Gleam of your Eye
The years of your life are layed before you,
You can't see them,
But some around you might be able to,
In the twinkle of your eye,
The flash of your smile,
They can see the road you walk,
And some want to be apart of it,
The long years will seem shorter,
The short days will seem longer,
Watching sunsets,
Watching sunrises,
And your paths intersect,
Until the end of the road,
Into the mists of forever.
Light
True Light
The light which you have been given is your own,
You may do with what you please,
At first it is always a white light,
Pure and unwavering,
As you grow and get wiser your light changes,
It can turn as blue as the sky on a clear sunny day,
It can be as green as an emerald,
It can be yellow as the sun in the morning sky,
It can be as red as a sunset.
Your light is to do with as you please,
But don't waste the chance of a lifetime,
Do not forsake your light to a black pit.
The light which you have been given is your own,
You may do with what you please,
At first it is always a white light,
Pure and unwavering,
As you grow and get wiser your light changes,
It can turn as blue as the sky on a clear sunny day,
It can be as green as an emerald,
It can be yellow as the sun in the morning sky,
It can be as red as a sunset.
Your light is to do with as you please,
But don't waste the chance of a lifetime,
Do not forsake your light to a black pit.
Open Arms
With Open Arms
I open my arms to many people
but they always shake their head no
I always begin to tear
The forget to care
My love has been in shread
My heart is made of glass
Until someone helped pick up
What little I had
River to Eden
Scarlet River
A river flows scarlet with blood
Upon the yonder bank lies the garden of eden
In all of its great beauty and wonder
But to get to the garden one must cross the river
A river of blood upon which the garden drinks
The blood of once proud honest men
Guards the garden of eden
The river flows strong as beings die each day
The scarlet river guards the garden of eden,
Do you dare cross?Dreams
Sweet Dreams
Goodnight from love which has found
Worry not the future
Care not of the past
Live for the moment
For it is free and pure
Live for the love
From which life has given you
Nights
November Nights
Upon cold November nights has my mind been troubled
with the worry of pain
the thought of death
as I walk down the darkened road
my tears are chilled streaming from my eyes
the stars are veiled
the moon is covered
the only light upon the road
comes from a dead street lamp
unable to give my mind peace.Days
Gray Day
The gray dead sky sits overhead
bringing no warmth
keeping the sun away
and bringing only a bitter wind to deepen the gloom
the pains fo this day cannot be discribed
except by saying that it is a darker day
than any starless night can bring.
Passing
Passing Days
Upon a cloudy sky my days have been spent
In grief and doubt,
And ever was she there
Even when she could not be seen
My thought strays ever toward her
Giving her hope
Praying to the gods I do not believe in to give her guidance
And hoping on to her clear horizons upon the future
She sails toward a sunrise,
While I sail towards a hurricane
The days grow shorter
The nights grow colder
And for the first time I feel I have lost something
And I feel as though I didnt try hard enough
Like a silk linen that falls to the floor by a careless grasp
A pain more unwholesome than a thousand lightning strikes pierces my heart and decays my mind
No blame do I have to give
And that is the way of things.
Things pass onto the waters of time
The good and the bad
And as the old expression is said
'All good things must come to an end'
Whether in the sweet perfume of a rose
Or the hard cold stone that sits in frozen mud.
Our my love will linger
And hers will pass onto another
Yet my love will not be discouraged, nor dishonored.
Upon her mind sits a regret that I wish I could heal,
But I cannot heal it, for I caused it
And never a pain did I wish give her
My pain will pass in time,
Only a matter of time.
Sad
Sad Days
Really sad things have been following me about,
A dark cloud, one would say, amongst the gray mist about me,
I cannot see the way or make any judgment of the condition of the road I am traveling on,
All I know is that the clouds bring rain to my starry sky of hopes and dreams
The winter comes, and the pains will only increase I fear.
And upon the open road I will find hope, and I will find sorrow,
But now my companion has left me
I give her my blessings on her own path of which I play a small part,
She will be contrived in some greater deeds and a sunrise to smote the heart , I deam
And yet upon my road, I see a cold damp mist turning into a dense fog in which escape seems unlikely, and futile
For I have made peace with my soul and mind, although the weep at my loss
My heart cries the loudest for love was there
A feeling of a warm blanket upon a midnight chill
A Loveliness that may be seen again, and yet may not
A joy has left me that I know not what to say about it
For no words seem worthy of its feeling of love and warmth it projects onto all it encounters
No pain of heart have I felt,
And the tears I make freeze in the bitter nightfall upon which there seems no dawn.
Yet hope remains, as the road seems uncertain.
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Worth
Worth of a Life
The thought burns in my mind,
A burning question,
Can one life save another?
I know the answer to this question,
But is the Death of the innocent,
Worth the life of the guilty?
Is one life worth the same as another?
Is the life of a rich man,
Same as the life of a poor?
Are any willing to sacrifice their life for that of a stranger?
Is the sacrifice worth the pain involved?
Would you save the life of a stranger,
Over the life of your own?
The thought burns in my mind,
A burning question,
Can one life save another?
I know the answer to this question,
But is the Death of the innocent,
Worth the life of the guilty?
Is one life worth the same as another?
Is the life of a rich man,
Same as the life of a poor?
Are any willing to sacrifice their life for that of a stranger?
Is the sacrifice worth the pain involved?
Would you save the life of a stranger,
Over the life of your own?
Mother Nature
Forgiven to the End
As I lay in my hammock listening to the silence
I think of how the world has changed,
Changed in a good way, for medicine and longer life spans,
Changed in a bad way, for war and the fires of industry have ravaged the planet,
And even as I lay in my hammock listening to all that seems silent
Overhead a jet flys and tears the night
As of nails on a chalkboard it seems
The pains of this unhappy earth come to my ears, saying 'this wasn't how it was meant to be,'
But lo, the doom of this planet has come,
As we continue to choke it, and slowly kill it,
And mother nature still forgives, even to her last breath
Heart and Mind
Heart and Mind
My mind opens up to my heart
It speaks of the people it has seen and of the hearts it has mended,
My heart opens to my mind
Speaking of friends loved for now and forever
My heart speaks of one whom it has loved from the start
From the peace she brings
From the joy it has given
My mind is at a loss for words
For it cannot feel in the same way
Together, bound in the same soul and one capsule it seeks the one whom the heart has spoken of
and she is found.Shores
On the Yonder Shore
I stand on the beach watching the waves lap onto the shore
The sun begins to western
Across to the yonder bank my love stands there
Our eyes meet
Across the dancing water
A breeze lifts her hair as the light begins to play upon it
As a musician would play a harp
Only more beautiful than the music
Her smile I see and a twinkle in her eye
Across the water,
As the sun begins to set
Our eyes meet one last time until the sun goes down,
Love and loss
When Love is Lost
When love is lost
The molten core of your heart begins to erupt
Rivers begin to flow from your eyes
Your throat constricts, as a snake would constrict its prey
Your voice cries the pain of a thousand souls
When love is lost
Your world turns into a firestorm
But under the earth there is planted, a rotting seed
and from the ashes of your thought springs forth a sappling
Joyfully it grows amongst the ruins of your pain
And one day it will become a peaceful lush meadow
And your thought will once again live in a fruitful valley.
When love is lost
The molten core of your heart begins to erupt
Rivers begin to flow from your eyes
Your throat constricts, as a snake would constrict its prey
Your voice cries the pain of a thousand souls
When love is lost
Your world turns into a firestorm
But under the earth there is planted, a rotting seed
and from the ashes of your thought springs forth a sappling
Joyfully it grows amongst the ruins of your pain
And one day it will become a peaceful lush meadow
And your thought will once again live in a fruitful valley.
Harvest Moon
Harvest Moon
Upon the horizon rises a harvest moon
The orange glow of it keeps all eyes upon it
And away from the stars
Lost in thought as the orange slowly turns white
And I know somewhere as I look upon the moon
My love is looking at it as well.
Bittersweet
Bittersweet Night
As I rest in my hammock looking up into the black cloud
A star flickers into existance
I stare at it in wonder
For bright does it gleam
And a loveliness I knew once no so long ago
My thought strays toward her
And yet in my mind what happened I know may have been best
But my heart says nay
My tears freeze to my eyes
As a chill wind blows
And the star is covered
Bird of Hope
Birds of Hope
Upon the sunrise I see the birds flying
Gracefully the fly and so alike are they all as they seem to be gliding as one mind
Together, a family perhaps, they fly
Never will they leave each other and sunder their paths
And if one falls then they will be there for them until they are better,
Under the blue sky or black thunderstorm they will be together, forever
Killing Fields
Upon the Killing Fields
From upon the yonder shore I came
Seeking love and happiness
What I got was pain and sorrow
For upon the field I see a blue bird sing amongst the carnage
For a battle rolled amongst the field,
The ground stricken with blood
A sea of pain the tides of which carry the dead men souls
Upon the stricken field I found my lord whom which I was born because of he
To one knee I sat looking at his gray dead face
But I look up to see a woman weep
And sing amongst the blood a song fair to hear and as she looked our gaze was fixed on one another
Through her eyes I saw that this was not her first pain, a love lost, a light put out
I called to her, but she turned and fled,
Into the darkening woods
To be never seen again.
Mist
From the Mist
The night grows darker
The ring of a bell is heard in the distance blown by the wind
Ghostly it seems, comming from a past time that no one can remember
The mists gather together and is a gray barrier in the dark
From the mist a small girl comes out in a tattered gray dress
Bright yellow it once was, and was fair to look upon under the noon sun and her joy spread to every corner of a village,
But now her once bright blond hair is a dark brown
And her dress now a gray rag, unclean and tattered.
No joy was upon her soul now, she looks up and the villagers are frightened,
She begins to weep for they loved her once,
And although changed in body and soul, her mind still thought the same way as ever,
And the joy was there,
But never again was it seen upon the village
Or under the noon sun
Springtime
The Meadow in Springtime
The birds sing out in joy
The animals come out to drink from the stream
All is peaceful and quiet,
A tree stands tall and has blossomed forth flowers of pink and purple,
The blue birds sing in the tree
And the animals go around it for shade
In the meadow during springtime,
All is peaceful.
Winter Time
First Flakes of Winter
Peace is on the breeze as the flakes begin to fall
Looking up it seems like, against the black sky, stars passing you by
The light bouncing off every flake
Cold as they touch your face, and glitter as the stars do
Then going inside, sitting in front of the fire, watching the stars fall in the warmth of home.
Echoes
Echoes
They are calling to see you again
From a time long ago you cannot remember
You can recognize the voices but cant remember who they are
They only want to see with you
They were with you through thick and thin
An echo of a long ago trusted voice
But you cannot remember who.
Eyes
Eye to Eye
Her eyes reach to mine
My eyes reach to hers
I see her past
I see what she could become
She sees my failures
She sees my mistakes
She doesn't trust me
I'm too willing to trust
she says no
Her eyes are closed to me
The last thing she sees in my eyes
is pain.
Her eyes reach to mine
My eyes reach to hers
I see her past
I see what she could become
She sees my failures
She sees my mistakes
She doesn't trust me
I'm too willing to trust
she says no
Her eyes are closed to me
The last thing she sees in my eyes
is pain.
Looking Glass
Through the Looking Glass
You stare into a mirror
You look into your eyes
You zone into your past
All of your successes
All of your humiliations
All of your hate
All of your fear
all of your pain
all of your love
all of your choices
But just as you zoned in
You zone back out
you see what your past has made you
you see in disgust
you see fame
you see,
exactly what you didn't want.Life without Love
Life without Love
Life without love
It is a difficult concept
Everyone has someone to love
No one has any reason to doubt that
If life were without love
We would all be dead
Just walking corpses with a black dread in our hearts
Our lives would have no meaning
Our deaths would have no meaning
No one would have any meaning to anyone else
If we are alone
We are dead.Lifes Pain
Lifes Pain
Your bed is cold as you crawl in for warmth
The blanket is cold and you try to warm it up
You lay there gazing up at the celing
A tear comes to your eye
Then another
Soon you're sobing and you have your face in your pillow
You think about everything you've ever done
All of the pain
All of the love
All of the lies
All of the emotion you suffer from
All of the people you care about
All of the people that left your life
All of the hope there is
Cannot help you now
You cry yourself to sleep
You dream about these things
They haunt you,
Live in the Moment
Moment
Live in the moment
Because it will never come again
Because once its gone, its gone
It will never come back
Savor the moment
Because the moment is beautiful
No matter how bad it may be
Keep the moment
Never forget it
Your first step
Your first bike
Your first kiss
Your first love
Never forget it.Teenagers
The Mind of a Teenager
Guys think about getting laid
Girls think about loving guys
Guys think about the next girl to date
Girls think about who other girls are dating
Guys think about why their girlfriend left them
Girls think about why their boyfriend cheated on them
Guys go to other girls for comfort
Girls go to other guys for comfort
Guys move on
Girls move on
Guys think about girls they hurt
Girls think about guys they hurt
Guys start thinking about what they did
Girls start thinking about what they did
Guys start crying
Girls start crying
Guys kill themselves
Girls kill themselves
Guys can work it out
Girls can work it out
They just choose not to.
Guys think about getting laid
Girls think about loving guys
Guys think about the next girl to date
Girls think about who other girls are dating
Guys think about why their girlfriend left them
Girls think about why their boyfriend cheated on them
Guys go to other girls for comfort
Girls go to other guys for comfort
Guys move on
Girls move on
Guys think about girls they hurt
Girls think about guys they hurt
Guys start thinking about what they did
Girls start thinking about what they did
Guys start crying
Girls start crying
Guys kill themselves
Girls kill themselves
Guys can work it out
Girls can work it out
They just choose not to.
Music Man, First poem to be posted
Music Man
The man is lost in his music making
He is distant from everyone else
He plays his music
Not caring who stares at him
Just playing for pure enjoyment
Playing and singing
Adding to the human culture
He is singing about his life as a child
Then singing about his life in general
It doesn't matter that he sits at the corner
It doesn't matter that he is shabby looking
It doesn't matter that he has had to resort to begging
It doesn't matter to him
He plays for enjoyment
He plays for peace
And he plays for love
Love that he may never feel again
But it doesnt matter to him
He is happy in the moment
He is happy with his music
And he is happy that other people are happy
His own life is of no concern.
The man is lost in his music making
He is distant from everyone else
He plays his music
Not caring who stares at him
Just playing for pure enjoyment
Playing and singing
Adding to the human culture
He is singing about his life as a child
Then singing about his life in general
It doesn't matter that he sits at the corner
It doesn't matter that he is shabby looking
It doesn't matter that he has had to resort to begging
It doesn't matter to him
He plays for enjoyment
He plays for peace
And he plays for love
Love that he may never feel again
But it doesnt matter to him
He is happy in the moment
He is happy with his music
And he is happy that other people are happy
His own life is of no concern.
WELCOME ALL!!!!
WELCOME ALL TO THE DOPPLERRADAR POETRY SPOT!!! I WILL POST ALL OF THE POEMS I HAVE WRITTEN SO FAR AND WILL POST SOME EVERY WEEK!!!!!!! HAPPY READING
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