I have never claimed to be a "poet". I have been writing for years and it's been an outlet for me for what has been most of my adult life. All these "poems" or "rhymes" have been the documentation of my life and the passion of my thoughts. My wife influnced me to put some up to share, so here they are. My hope is to inspire and let people know how I feel about life and everything around it.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Possible Colors
White is noise Blackas silence Orange is poise Red as violence Blue is boys Green as finance Yellow is joys Grey is my chance........
My feelings are healing & my limits have no ceiling. No more fighting it's more dealing I must earn it no more stealing. Sensitivity is my base for creativity & poetry is never getting rid of me. I need it like the stars need the moon Like the morning looks for the afternoon. It's a race to get to a better place where everyone has a blanked out face. Just feelings are shown & our inner beauty shows how much we've grown. At any time I can open this book & escape the worlds war, ignorance & hate. I Drift into melodies & chords, & obey ink as my lord. Thats what I look up to. Thats the silver lining in the world's blue. I'm in love with this pad, paper & pen. As a matter of fact. I think it's time to write again.
1 comment:
creative, you are!
What is purple and pink (as Macie says, "kink")
Purple is grapes
Pink is piglets
I love you.
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