Friday, September 5, 2008

can anyone tell I love writing poetry?

2/26/06

Prancing the skies throughout
the weary man awakened by the
silent lullaby that mournful ears deafened by.
The souls of slumbering children wake
with enchantment gleaming in their eyes.
Ladies of white innocence gracefully
make their grand entrance
sweeping their gowns of white across
the silhouettes that clash against the sky,
Through each life of never ending toil,
takes a moment's rest to stare
across the sky that winter ladies of white blind
At night, when no eyes can bring bitter scorn,
in silk gowns I waltz along with the ladies in white
And with the sun's birth, I slip back inside
and it;'s my little secret I share only with the ladies of white

a prayer/hymn I wrote when I feel alone

3/1/06

In a world made of candied lies,
children's smiles last for only a short while.
In my world, there's only the pain
that I can't seperate myself from.
And the only friends that remain are
the shattered pieces of my mind that lie
forgotten and forsaken in the attic of my soul.
Don't you remember me?
Mother of strays come find me now,
hold me once again.
you sang a song to me once,
then once the day began you left me on my own.
At the damning of the years,
your smile never fades away from my memory,
I don't know who you are. 
And the darkness closes in gently,
and I am left with only what I began with.
Mother of strays look for me now.
Voices turning and turning inside,
Color my world a different color if you will,
but you can't color my soul gold.
IN a world of dying hope,
there will never be a second chance.
This is the end of all things sweet,
Because it never was and never will be,
I know you see me,
Now give me back my heart, 
so maybe then I can feel something more 
than your laughter in my mind.
Mother of Strays come hold me now,
craddle me with your mournful song,
I wander the streets 
that divide me in my lonesome mind,
and the world you see 
is different from the world I see,
I want to feel 
what I never thought could ever be real.
Mother of strays,
tourniquet of my bleeding soul,
come hold me now,
and wrap me in your dark embrace.
Mother of strays hold your children in your heart.
Gather your children into your arms, 
Widowed by pain, 
your children call upon your name.
Keep us close to your heart,
You will hold the outcasts in your heart,
Mother of strays,
my refuge, 
my home.
Come take me home 
Mother of Strays.
We are the children of darkness,
forgotten by happiness,
we live in sorrow,
We are the arms that no one wants,
we are the orphans of pain.
No one even knows our names,
no one ever loved us,
no one ever knew we were there,
hiding in the shadows of pain,
Mother of strays hold your children in your heart

A random poem.....beware...I love poems

4/30/06
She was just another face in the crowd,
She was just another girl with a frown.
He was just another boy in the hood,
He was trying to be ever so good.
Could it be different today?
Could the hate be swept away?
She whispered hi there,
She's hoping he'd care.
He turned around,
He saw her as she frowned.
Could today be a different day?
Is there another way?
She wanted to laugh today,
She wanted to be swept away.
He hoped to catch her tears,
He hoped to drown her fears.
Would it be a different day?
Could the tears be swept away?
She wanted to make him smile,
She wanted to be loved for a while.
He only knew hate,
He never trusted fate.
Could today be the day?
Could they live a different way?
She wanted to be in his arms,
She wanted to be away from harm.
He wanted to hold her tight,
He wanted to make this right.
Could today be a different day?
Could today we love anyway?
Together they have each other,
together they learn to love one another.
And today is a different day.
And Hate has lost it's way.
Today we learn to love anyway.