New journey to live for...

Open, hoping, timing, grinding, tempted, segmented...
A poets course...
A poets thoughts...
All this may leave you breathless.
Being censored if I did you'll never get this...I write for me to set my mind free. I entertain those of your so you can get through what your going through. I am Po3try inside and out...Journey with me.

Friday, February 26, 2010

Confused Soul

Standard love, luke warm hate.
Is that something you can relate?
Unheated hearts, tamed souls.
Whispering pulses, throbbing convulsions.
Tickling tears, sensitive fears.
Broken adrenaline, shattered temptation.

Lost One

Racking my brain to remember you.
It was just recently I fell in love with what you do.
Tears fell as I knew I'd never see you again.
Thoughts run through my mind wishing I can go back again.
Apart of me disappear with you that day.
Words can never explain how I felt went you went away.
I'll carry the memory of you for years to come.
Po3try you will forever be my lost 1, & #1.


(In memory of my lost poems on Jan. 31, 2010)

A Fool's Wanting

A pen and a pad is all I eva had.
More or less it relieves stress.
Stress from aggravation racking my brain.
A feeling I can't seem to sustain.
Smile shoot across my face when I get into my happy place.
The temptation that's hindered on my soul.
Takes a toll on my soul.
Makes me cold & warm in my soul.
All I want is to be wanted.
But all I receive is constant taunting.
Kinda like a hunger that's gone on longer.
I can just wonder.
When I'm gonna be taken under.
And made a mockery of my sudden blunder.

The Poetic Revolution

Time for changes, time to move pages.
With my endless winds of poetic strength.
I got it so I might as well flaunt it.
It moves me, so on days I'm down I read it to soothe me.
Freestyles of my life ecthed out on a pad.
Words, upon words even when I'm sad.
Thoughts, after thoughts.
Poetic bliss, rise and shine like the sun as hard as a poetic fist.
Changes are near to come will you remember this?
I will hardly ever call it quits, unless the soul refuses to handle this.
Love what I do not matter where I exist.
Live a life of different characteristics.

His Decent

In awe of his mercy.
The time he spends with me is infinite.
My life I give to him is beyond that.
He is oh so powerful in a million ways.
With him I spend the rest of my days.
To find out about a person so courageous.
Makes me want to live for ages.
For when he comes to bare witness on his mighty land.
I want to be one of those people to touch his mighty hand.
He speak threw these pages.
He will come to make changes.
Release the innocent out there cages.
Take back his world that was stolen ages ago.
Then like they said it is so.
The Lord Jesus Christ our father who arts in heaven will never let his children go
.