Love Kills


Love Kills

A broken heart is in so many ways is like death
Even has that moment right before your last breath
Where you replay the good times like flashbacks of your life
This can’t be all that love is like
In the beginning all laughs and smiles
Then love grows like a child
It matures
Into something that is no longer pure
Doesn’t have the same allure
Now tainted by the flaws of man
Maybe love should be left in Gods hand
The power of love has taken many lives
Not only evil but good men and women have died
So now I sit with the question
To be or not to be any suggestions?

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It’s a new dawn it’s a new day!!


A NEW WRITE FOR ME

A new  chapter begins. I am taking my blog in a new direction.  I felt confined with  only sharing my poetry with the world. Poetry is part of who I am as a person and as a writer, not all of me.  I would like to share with the world more pieces of the mind of Percy Freeman Jr.  I am not trying to change the world, just leave my mark on it. I hope you will enjoy this journey to a new place. You as the reader have become my road buddy and a road trip is only as fun as the people you take it with.
Now with that introduction out of the way, it’s time to set some expectations. I will still have a weekly poem. I am bumping my poetry sharing day to Tuesday, so I can connect with my friends over at Http://www.dversepoets.com. The new topics added to my blog will be:

  • Good Conversation, which will be posted on Wednesdays. I hope that you will stop by to share your thoughts on that day’s conversation and even suggest a topic for the next Wednesday’s conversation. If we use your topic, then of course credit for the topic will be given to you.
  • Made Me Look which  will be posted on Sunday. This will be a collection of things from the prior week that I felt were note worthy and the things that made me take a second look. Poems from another blog, Fashion, Tech, News… If it made me say hmm then it will be there on Sunday.

Fairytale


Fairytale

I keep trying to write when the author sits above
Humbled by my own failed attempts at love
I should have known better than to try to create a fairy tale
I thought I could make the good knight prevail
Pen no longer in hand I realize my fail
I some how create a beautiful story but botch the happy ending
Well I guess it was a shaky beginning
I thought this would be different
I thought I figured out what my story was missing
Nope
Here we both sit at the end of our rope
From a fairy tale to reality
From being a knight, to wondering what happened to me
I guess I should have realized early I’m a mere man
Who am I to decide my life’s plan

Me


ME

Here I am in my entirety
The story that burns inside of me
Flaws revealed
Every layer of the onion pealed

I have told you of my past
Feelings I have had
My hopes and ambitions
My life’s mission

Read these words, they pour from my soul
These words are my warmth in the cold
This isn’t just poetry
This is the beginning to knowing me

A man who lust for knowledge
Desire’s a certain intellectual prowess
I want to speak and move people
Make the walls of the hardest souls seem feeble

I can not leave this earth
Without delivering my true worth
So please, I beg you to read
These words are what my heart bleeds

Love… I Wish I Knew You


Love… I Wish I Knew You

I wish I knew you
Our time together, much too brief
For me to say I know you or you know me
I’m grateful for every moment we have shared
Time becomes an enemy when you are there
If rubbing the lamp could bring you I’d need only one wish
The other two I’d pass along, I’d have everything I wanted in this
Sadly even in movies you can’t be wished for
I know I could have you if I just opened the door
But I can not find the key
Well at least not for me

Fifty Two


Fifty Two

A single tear slowly makes it’s way down my face
I secretly accept it’s warm embrace
It’s journey reminds me that trouble won’t last always
See, that lone tear is the last of many I have cried
The others have come, fallen, and dried
A walk to the mirror lets me know I’m still here, still alive
Grateful I stand
For trouble and pain has taken many a good man
I look again at my hand
Prepared to play what I have been dealt
I know the greatest opponent I will ever face is self
A whisper to God “I may need a little help”

Life


LIFE

I don’t remember when we first met

Only pictures of her at her best

Looking back, I long for days like that

She was beautiful, without a care in the world

Breathtaking, that girl

When she was new

Just a view

Would bring tears to your eyes

Beauty without compromise

But as the days go on

They grow ever so long

She was no longer the same

Her beauty had changed

She had completely different features

It was hard to tell if this was even the same creature

Her true beauty now a rare sight

The she I refer to is life

The saying is, “life shows us all the same light”

Yet the light for some looks real bright

While others fight to see through the night

Every moment with her, one should cherish

For who knows when she may leave you to perish

But if not with you, the next the curse to inherit