Discussion in 'Poetry Realm' started by Mind~$oul, Mar 6, 2004.
I jacked this topic from the RSTL.
im here because i was destined
to see the simple beauties of this world
as innocent as a newborn boy or girl
both just as beautiful
both made by the same hand
but this is nothing unusual
i now overstand
to every storm theres the sun
anxiously waiting to emerge from clouds
to sing out to the crowd
with a birds chirp to amplify its sound
to every tear there is laughter to follow
maybe not today
maybe not tomorrow
but the bottle can only add to the sorrow
im here to realize beauty is beyond models
beauty is beyond what most think
beauty's use is often hollow
as shallow as the puddle from the storm
isnt that awful?
beauty is the gospel
a person that still smiles when they lost all they had
beauty is beyond what i could ever explain
but still search for one for you will be changed
it is so simple but so unnoticed
it is actually quite sad
im here to realize
and go spread the word of what i have learned
beauty is this simple
this nice view
this summer morning when birds chirp
there are many crows and undrinkable waters
but beauty remains abundant on earth
its the only place i know
when people get lost in this world
they all return home
this lake sides my castle
while others toggle their planners
my simples chores are a handful
as it is i take to much time doing them
and not enough relaxing
all the energy i dont expend
it does still end up rather taxing
the mood i absorb in
only needs a power supplied
by my lungs gentley contracting
fulling themselves with sweet breathes
exhaling dioxides of candy
When God created man
this is where He was standing
no more peaceful of a place
could this be if war planes
had finished landing
I am gonna go nestle into a dream i choose
and hope amongst it
reality and it i dont confuse
Okay I'm really impressed with yours Nebulaz, lemme try...
The air so fresh crisp and clear
As it swipes it's loving fingers through my hair
Tells me things about myself
no one on earth would understand
This is why I am listening to the wind
The sun shines as I sit outside...
The cool calm lake
I am here because the beauty of it
I cannot forsake
The birds sing their melodies
As if they were serenading me
I am here because they are
I am here because life without lovliness
Can only go so far
Even good sinners go to hell
I might as well enjoy paradise on earth
Watch the breezing trees
And take in every purity
Cause inside this worldly feeling
Everything will soon disappear
I can’t faint on heavens arrival
Cause this worlds not going to end
Please tell me paradise is a state of mind
And this place I often visited
Is only a mirage of built up desire
I’m here cause home seems so distant
Inside white flowers and relaxing benches
Home grew two legs and ran away
I’m stranded in the perfect paradise
Inside this false state of mind
the sky's hue is blue
my heart's still yearning
not enough of my fingerprints left on this world
staring into a body of water
looking into the center
beginning to think this lake has a soul....
swallowing slowly and yet i am gulping
hard to relax
but i bend my spine
sitting here without rhymes nor reasoning
i am here just asking why
so throwed...i'm asking the wooden bench too
but fug it i gotta let this go and let it exit my mind
and i continue to drink on my Bud dry
*yes this sucks...lol*
I will tell you why I am here.
As I woke this morning.
When all good things are born,
A robin perched upon my sill
And thrilled a happy morn.
He was so young and fragile.
And so sweetly did he sing.
That all thoughts of joy and happiness
to my heart did spring.
I smiled so sweetly to myself
as I paused beside my bed.
And slowly brought the window down
And smashed hes fuckin’ head.
That’s why I am awake. That’s why I am here.
coz i can't smoke in the house init
I tried to find my sense of life in things, but instead I found it in you. When you sang time and I seemed to stop together. But you didn’t need words—not with that red dress you and your hips seemed to wear so well.
There are too many ghosts here—memories—all of them of you and the way you were—the way we were. Together. Apart. We were always connected. I thought we were invincible. A perfect, unbreakable chain.
The world couldn't touch us. We were too fast. Too smart. Too stupid to know that we couldn't live forever in each other's arms.
We were building. Something. Somewhere.
I called you my songbird. We were here. I remember that now. There are so many things I've forgotten, but I won't forget that.
We were in the lake. Time and I had stopped again. You were singing your last song. Beautfiful, unforgetable. You were falling. My mind drifted and I saw you in my arms before I could touch you.
I had an image—distant, indefinte—spinning in my thoughts. The air tightend around me. You were gone.
You told me this would happen. I didn't believe you. Here we are. Here I am.
It is an impenetrable sentiment...
All I know is all I have, and I try to have as much as I can
Make life as best with what God has given me.
Hours of the day are spent in worry in dispair.
Only He that stops to listen to the birds understands the words
Made only by the common man.
Every day I see people pass me, laughing and crying,
Lonely or dying as the still lake reflects the somber society.
Ends of the earth come together right here, and I am enriched by realizing this life.
Something is beautiful about the morning where the birds speak and the lake repeats it.
See, I am on this bench because, I live here...
the birds were signing like my heart once was...
now its time for memories to rest in peace...
wishin that we were reacquainted but the reality of that does not exist...
a summer breeze within the mist abducts my tears within the drift..
i could of sworn i saw you,but perhaps i was just to demanding...
now im sitting here with my best friend M.J. tryin to come to understanding...
the smoke inside my throat eases the pain,but at time my lungs dramatically increase with age...
really i just wish i wasnt erratic with rage...
i never speak just let my broken heart portray...
my heart was once as pure as the crystal blue sky...
but that was so long ago before this hope and pain collides...
i have a reincarnated state of state of mind...
the birds chirpin hope into the air...
for the future of tommorrow..
still in love with mary jane,only comforter towards my sorrow...
they would probaly would say i write to much,but is it a crime to portray deep emotion?
birds chirp so freely,almost like these fakes i know that run their mouth and start corrosion
so deeply in this state of sorrow,just absorb enough strength to pray for tommorrow...
but our city streets are hollow,with shallow thoughts and inhumane acts..
i have a big heart...to hold all my pain inside, is askin to much,I will collapse...
im not a preacher im just a realist...
and i see the crystal blue sky slowly turn cloudy...
i got a deep grudge against whoever doubts me..
let it rain,to demonstrate God's tears...
or so i was told...lost in the struggle with my fate speared....
though who should i really fear?
Here I am, beside the lake..
contemplating my actions
was it worth it?
or was it a mistake?
I couldnt help it,
it was a reaction
induced by rage
Now Im here beside the lake...
in the middle of the day...
NO ONE CAN HEAR YOU FUCKING SCREAM
LET YOU GO?
WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN?
SHUT THE FUCK UP
YOU DIDNT THINK THAT I WOULD KNOW
WHAT YOU DID!
MORE LIKE WHO YOU DID
YOU FUCKIN HO,
but thats ok...
I HOPE YOU ENJOYED HIS DICK!
BECAUSE OF YOU
HES BURNING ALIVE IN THE FIRE PIT!
YOU FUCKING BITCH
OPEN YOUR EYES
LOOK AT HIM BURN SLOW
IM GONNA FORCE YOU TO SIT
AND WATCH THE LOVELY SHOW,
AND WHEN ITS OVER,
INTO THE WATER YOU GO!
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