random writings
I was doing some cleaning and found some ... well i guess the term poetic verse works. i don't when they are from. so thought i'd put them up here because well because i'm board and waiting for jess to get here. :-)
there is no certain order i got this from several sources and i have know idea when i wrote any of this.
What doth man know?
Tricks perverse the mind and soul
Wandering wearily does it go
Hitherto there and that it flies
Steadfast in its own demise
Lonesome heartache growing darker
Happiness no longer in this soul shall stir
Gayful laughter hear not these ears
The mind rebounds with thoughts and fears
Only lonesome cries remit
In the darkness of this pit
Poets dream
Grown men weep
While Jesse leaves his tea to steep
Pretty flower on the sill
Ripped out the Earth, and growing ill
Vibrant petals turing dull
Now that your existence has been annulled
A symbol of beauty from yesterday
Old and decrepit now thrown away
tossing and turning i cannot find
a peaceful place to leave my mind
Voices churning in my mind
Clarity I cannot find
Progress falters, plans now fade
As my life becomes waylaid
Help i need, help please give
Hard, this life grows to live
work to be done, work i must do
then why can i only think about blue canoe stew
Failure I was, failure still now
How could she one day still except my vows
To no avail i see the path
I try to walk down it once more
My failure will only bring their wraith
How i wish, how i wish i could open my door
Death grips us all, one day to soon
Death grips every flower that doth bloom
Why i curse myself i do not know
Always doth my ill wind blow?
Today i sleep, today i die
Drifting along the eternal lullaby
Smiling now smiling then
Who knew that you would become my friend
Turmoil within, yet calm seas without
My smile you would never doubt.
*This seems to be a small collection i did. the page was titled Time
Time is here Time is gone
rarely doth it linger
Don't worry if its not done now
we'll get around to it later
six hours here, six hours gone
how did the time get spent
a little here, mostly there
giving to others merriment
stolen hours everyday
stolen hours tucked away
midnight and on, the time we're given
midnight and on, the only time worth living
time to talk, time to listen, time to be a friend
time to wait, time to wonder, does this every end
there is no certain order i got this from several sources and i have know idea when i wrote any of this.
What doth man know?
Tricks perverse the mind and soul
Wandering wearily does it go
Hitherto there and that it flies
Steadfast in its own demise
Lonesome heartache growing darker
Happiness no longer in this soul shall stir
Gayful laughter hear not these ears
The mind rebounds with thoughts and fears
Only lonesome cries remit
In the darkness of this pit
Poets dream
Grown men weep
While Jesse leaves his tea to steep
Pretty flower on the sill
Ripped out the Earth, and growing ill
Vibrant petals turing dull
Now that your existence has been annulled
A symbol of beauty from yesterday
Old and decrepit now thrown away
tossing and turning i cannot find
a peaceful place to leave my mind
Voices churning in my mind
Clarity I cannot find
Progress falters, plans now fade
As my life becomes waylaid
Help i need, help please give
Hard, this life grows to live
work to be done, work i must do
then why can i only think about blue canoe stew
Failure I was, failure still now
How could she one day still except my vows
To no avail i see the path
I try to walk down it once more
My failure will only bring their wraith
How i wish, how i wish i could open my door
Death grips us all, one day to soon
Death grips every flower that doth bloom
Why i curse myself i do not know
Always doth my ill wind blow?
Today i sleep, today i die
Drifting along the eternal lullaby
Smiling now smiling then
Who knew that you would become my friend
Turmoil within, yet calm seas without
My smile you would never doubt.
*This seems to be a small collection i did. the page was titled Time
Time is here Time is gone
rarely doth it linger
Don't worry if its not done now
we'll get around to it later
six hours here, six hours gone
how did the time get spent
a little here, mostly there
giving to others merriment
stolen hours everyday
stolen hours tucked away
midnight and on, the time we're given
midnight and on, the only time worth living
time to talk, time to listen, time to be a friend
time to wait, time to wonder, does this every end