I been on here for 20 years. Early poems were about my future second wife. I am now 50. Oldest is almost 30. Son moved out, hes 19. 13 year old daugher lives with me. I also draw....but cartoons. Shes legend with real drawing....doesnt want to do it...and my youngest is 8. I dont rock this place much, but when I do I try to throw a poem out there. Makes me feel good. I have always loved this place! |
In the Beginning, in the End,
Alpha and Omega, God's Word we will send...
There is a side of you I appreciate,
It is a devilish persona you create...
Having thrown a few clothes in a bag,
I left this place long ago, and began to roam...
Dark ominous clouds swirl in with feverish speed,
The walls of Valhalla tremble at the thunderous...
I sit here with my head hung low,
Burdened with regrets, and a lifetime of tragedies...
If a young one sends a simple, easy interest,
And it's trust...
Stillness, akin to time immemorial,
A character of the past, a deplorable...
The autumn whirlwind of warmth and cold,
A man should understand that we all get old...
You are afraid, not sure,
What did your mama tell you to preserve...
Hold the flag high, be ready to wave,
Understand what the veterans gave...
I'm a bit more-off than a moron. |
The Dead are still dead, and the Living are barely alive. |
It's not wrong to talk to yourself; It's when you answer that the problems arise. |