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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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?

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

Man and Woman


Man & Woman

I want to take you far away from your fears
But that would mean that you leave me here
I see thru that hard exterior
Through that beautiful smile you feel so inferior
My daily compliments
Do nothing for your confidence
You heart so battered and bruised
I guess from the many times you have been used
You see that for your love I’d pay the price
But it’s like the pain is your vice
Let me be you knight in shining armor
The battle I go thru for the former
My actions speak louder than my words
But even those go unheard
A wounded woman, that may never heal
This poem all to real

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”