Dusting off the poetry book...

Ah first entry written in 1985.

It is amazing to look back and see how your perspective on life changes over the years.
How LOVE was life or death and now it is just a bonus if you experience it.

How a tree symbolized your life; rooted in earth's ground. And now, its summer color depicts envy and its branches death's arms.

Either it is the innocence that has faded or insanity prevailing. Either way I have decided to share some not so well written poems (thoughts, venting sessions.)

Happy reading!



Wish you were here yesterday,
For tomorrow I would of said
Today i will be there always
Don't go away.
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i dreamed of you in reality
and it scared me for you were
no longer in my thoughts
just a shadow in my arms.
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to be your love, i would desire no more of you than your secret dreams
to be a rose, perhaps a prick of my thorn in remembrance
to be a thought, only to take possession of your mind
to be a sculpture, so you can not feel the warmth of me
only the obsession burning in your soul.

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could i begin to walk
without standing first?
or crave a drink
not knowing of thirst?

would hearts be broken
if love was not there?
if equality was a law
would life be fair?

the ocean and sky exchange
they would still be blue.
No false words ever said.
Lies would be true.

If poverty meant food
than all would be fed.
the air become novels?
all books would be read.

give you a dollar
and you give me ten.
to someone you would give
it back again.

if lights were black
why turn them on?
if dreaming was death
we would all be gone.
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for every tear that fall
a smile is created
how true i
drown in my happiness
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ending times of memories
erasing thoughts of future
swallowed by the use-to-be's

nightmares alive in mind
haunting this life
dreams far behind

tears of cold blood
pouring in the well of pain
there is no one to love

infected by unhappiness
errors of a lifetime
does no one have forgiveness?

i would sell my soul, yes!
if answers could be bought.
to my questions i address.

damn those who won't understand
when death comes to me
from this in my hand.