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October 28, 2009
The Skyline (another introspective poem)
The sky line changes day by day
The great big city I used to play
Now I look in from out
Wonder how to get about
Things are different, yet the same
My trailing thoughts are to blame
I see the city right up close
But feel detached quite the most
Viewing from a distant step
I wonder how to jump right in
I wonder if I will float
I could drown, it's not remote
Too much thinking I could blame
Something lacking made me lame
Or is it extra, what I'm about
If I can show it, I won't go without
October 25, 2009
Autumn Poem
Green, gold and ochre hue.
This months awesome view.
This months awesome view.
Gorgeous greens and orange reds,
Crystal skies and chilly sheds.
Crystal skies and chilly sheds.
Wet grass, filling streams,
Warm coats and wintery dreams.
Warm coats and wintery dreams.
Frosty mornings with black ice warnings.
Treasured sun beams and cozy evenings.
Treasured sun beams and cozy evenings.
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Just getting back from Wales, typing in back of car.
its weird, as this is my second winter coming, its all very familiar….
The Sea
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I see the blue, and I can view.
The memories of far off lands,
Smells and spirit and foreign plans.
The world of wonder across the oceans,
The many faces, and crazy notions.
A world away from normal life,
So detached from life it self.
The sea knows where to go,
Where it's been and what it means.
To be alive and truly free,
I'd like to be just like the sea.
A great power, with will and might.
A great body of strenght and fight.
October 21, 2009
Aimless
I wish I knew my thing in life,
Knew my path and did what’s right.
I’d do my thing, I’d do it well.
I’d be complete, or I could tell.
What I need for me to be,
Happy and functioning, just let me see.
The clock is ticking or so it seems,
Who Am i? Where are my dreams?
I have no want of fairy tales,
Perhaps a ship, with big white sails.
I sit here thinking of inspiration.
I lack the will and dedication.
I need a goal or so I feel,
I need a life, thats ideal.
A career and job and to be settled,
A box to be ticked a home to nestle.
I’d like to know but how can I?
I need a dream, from outta the sky.
Not in the sky or by a plane.
I need a plan that seems quite sane.
A plan of life and future plans.
A plan of study in grown up lands.
I need some options I think I lack.
I want to be put on the track.
The line to where I do not know
That’s the problem and now you know!
Midnight poetry! Woop! So Many I’s ! “i want doesn’t get”
p.s my depressed crappy poems
bare no resembelence to how I work! Lol (just in case any prospective employers read this on my blog)
Knew my path and did what’s right.
I’d do my thing, I’d do it well.
I’d be complete, or I could tell.
What I need for me to be,
Happy and functioning, just let me see.
The clock is ticking or so it seems,
Who Am i? Where are my dreams?
I have no want of fairy tales,
Perhaps a ship, with big white sails.
I sit here thinking of inspiration.
I lack the will and dedication.
I need a goal or so I feel,
I need a life, thats ideal.
A career and job and to be settled,
A box to be ticked a home to nestle.
I’d like to know but how can I?
I need a dream, from outta the sky.
Not in the sky or by a plane.
I need a plan that seems quite sane.
A plan of life and future plans.
A plan of study in grown up lands.
I need some options I think I lack.
I want to be put on the track.
The line to where I do not know
That’s the problem and now you know!
Midnight poetry! Woop! So Many I’s ! “i want doesn’t get”
p.s my depressed crappy poems
bare no resembelence to how I work! Lol (just in case any prospective employers read this on my blog)
