The Pen and I


The Pen and I

I look at you and so many ideas come to mind
All of them making you my accomplice to defying time
Doing something that few men have done
Winning a battle that was not meant to be won
Pen, you will help me live for ever
We shall bring together the alphabet
Not creating mere words that would be adequate
Together we will change expectations
Painting vivid images with our creations
Words will mirror brush strokes
The readers’, raw emotion we shall evoke
People don’t remember words they remember a feeling
So to the heart we must be appealing
I say to you my paper and pen
Let our journey begin
Putting  fate in the palm of the hand
I vow, there is no death for this paper, pen, and man

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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

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


My Everyday


My Everyday

A new day begins
as soon as yesterday ends
he wakes to put on his tailor made suit
and wingtip shoes
tightening up his silk tie
feeling choked but by the fact that he is living a lie
a tortured man hidden behind his smile
drifting through the dreams of his inner-child
Silly dreams
why does he even remember these things
he use to say it happily…
This is what I will be when I grow up
The silly ambition that now makes him  want to throw up
His  Ipad is ever so lightly playing
A song by Sam Cooke that talks of change
his new found dream
to get away from his everyday by any means

Popping Bubbles


Popping Bubbles

 

a man expected to live through his troubles

while DREAMS fill his head like bubbles

Like a child given a wand for fun

watching each bubble, pop one by one

leaving no more, than what was there

a warm feeling and a drop of air

but foolishly these bubbles silence his cries

the bubbles are the will a man needs to survive

as each bubble pops a little piece of him DIES

Patiently Dreaming


Patiently Dreaming

 

I have been told to be patient for a while

Patience wears thin, I have dreamed since I was a child

From my childish DREAMS

To a man who needs these things

The DREAMS became goals that are too hard set

For me ever to forget

It is not the nightmares that scare me

It is my dreams that torture me  

I’d love to walk away so I could enjoy the peace

But as I attempt I realize the DREAMS are ME