Someone gave me this line.
its better then it was;not better then it could be.
I gave them the following poem back.
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Peace:
Gettin' better then it was;
It's always time to improve.
Life sucks and then you die
But really, that's just a lie.
We's always waiting for the time.
But time, be drivin' away.
(chorus) its better then it was
not better then it could be.
but smiles are just the key
we do, and then, we be.
They say that talkin's overrated
I'll tell you it's the only way.
Our mind's an amazing tool
Too complex to explain.
(chorus) its better then it was
not better then it could be.
but smiles are just the key
we do, and then, we be.
Without an ear to help you share
cares cause too much sighing.
But if you dare, and open up
your body, responds and 'laxes.
(chorus) its better then it was
not better then it could be.
but smiles are just the key
we do, and then, we be.
So, It's up to us to intervene
relax and let it be.
'else the grave will come
and there you'll be.
not better then it could be.
no, not better then it will be.
Showing posts with label feelings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label feelings. Show all posts
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Monday, December 17, 2007
A Sonnet for my 50th Birthday (by me)
Fifty Years: A sonnet
{Written at 2AM, after a REAL surprise party for me!}
Thoughts on my mind, Tis my dime.
Fifty Years goes way too fast.
Blink, then (too many) way-points have passed.
Was really a might fine time.
Can't pretend, not a mime!
Thoughts inside? I've been gassed.
But really, Cheryl's now unsurpassed.
And Jessica was just sublime.
Now's time to act my age?
Not boxed, yet at my max?
No, Still not in a cage!
No more doth I swing my axe.
Have I now, No more rage!
With meds, can now relax.
{Written at 2AM, after a REAL surprise party for me!}
Thoughts on my mind, Tis my dime.
Fifty Years goes way too fast.
Blink, then (too many) way-points have passed.
Was really a might fine time.
Can't pretend, not a mime!
Thoughts inside? I've been gassed.
But really, Cheryl's now unsurpassed.
And Jessica was just sublime.
Now's time to act my age?
Not boxed, yet at my max?
No, Still not in a cage!
No more doth I swing my axe.
Have I now, No more rage!
With meds, can now relax.
Saturday, July 07, 2007
Sat 07-Jul-07: Fare thee Well
Fare Thee Well
And now, the time has come
For me to say, fare thee well.
Because, it's time for you
to leave our little nest now.
But first, I must restate
That common thread, I always tell you
My love, you'll always have
No matter what, no matter how
You decide to treat me
For this, I say; I'll always love you.
You may, think this false; but of this I assure you
No matter what, no matter when
I'm very proud of you.
And now, the time has come
For me to say, fare thee well.
Because, it's time for you
to leave our little nest now.
But first, I must restate
That common thread, I always tell you
My love, you'll always have
No matter what, no matter how
You decide to treat me
For this, I say; I'll always love you.
You may, think this false; but of this I assure you
No matter what, no matter when
I'm very proud of you.
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Wed 17-May-07: Sadness, Alone
Sadness falls, close to home.
My hands sigh, as they type this tome.
Inwards I cry at my plight
I wannna run far into the night
Because I just feel so all alone.
My hands sigh, as they type this tome.
Inwards I cry at my plight
I wannna run far into the night
Because I just feel so all alone.
Friday, May 11, 2007
Fri 11-May-07: Singlehood
Singlehood
The Grass is always greener
On the other guy's lawn
Parents long to be childless
When their brats are acting up.
Childless couples are desperate to be parents
And will go through many dollars and effort for that.
Until they too, get to feel battle weary.
And fight with their children.
But it's not limited to kids;
Even married folks can complain.
The singles bemoan their loneliness,
The marrieds yearn to be free.
And a few lucky people
Have balance and luck
And have both spouses and kids they actually adore,
Oh, isn't that simply a bore??!
The Grass is always greener
On the other guy's lawn
Parents long to be childless
When their brats are acting up.
Childless couples are desperate to be parents
And will go through many dollars and effort for that.
Until they too, get to feel battle weary.
And fight with their children.
But it's not limited to kids;
Even married folks can complain.
The singles bemoan their loneliness,
The marrieds yearn to be free.
And a few lucky people
Have balance and luck
And have both spouses and kids they actually adore,
Oh, isn't that simply a bore??!
Friday, March 23, 2007
Fri 23-Mar-07: You're to blame!
You're to blame!
Shot through the heart, and I'm to blame
Everything in life, is my fault.
Didn't clean the house, I'm to blame
I suck at life, I'm bad man.
I mix my cereals, I'm to blame
I make fatherhood; a bad game.
I can't spell, I'm to blame
My daughter says I give education, a bad name.
I'm unemployed, not enough ca$h to spare
I give manhood, a bad name.
I'm too old, got no energy
I give old age a bad name.
Shot through the heart, and I'm to blame
Everything in life, is my fault.
Didn't clean the house, I'm to blame
I suck at life, I'm bad man.
I mix my cereals, I'm to blame
I make fatherhood; a bad game.
I can't spell, I'm to blame
My daughter says I give education, a bad name.
I'm unemployed, not enough ca$h to spare
I give manhood, a bad name.
I'm too old, got no energy
I give old age a bad name.
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Sat 10-Mar-07: I’ve got plenty o’ nothing
I’ve got plenty o’ nothing
I’ve got plenty o’ nothing
And nothing’s got plenty of me.
Oh, I have plenty of trouble
And trouble’s my other name.
Oh, I’ve got lots of sunshine
But the snow here’s got me in a big frown.
Oh I have plenty of children
Thou my children have too much of me.
I have lots of computers
And sometimes they just pnn me!
I have way too much free time
But my free time is over for me.
I have way too much work now,
But work is too much for me.
I’ve got plenty o’ nothing
And nothing’s got plenty of me.
Oh, I have plenty of trouble
And trouble’s my other name.
Oh, I’ve got lots of sunshine
But the snow here’s got me in a big frown.
Oh I have plenty of children
Thou my children have too much of me.
I have lots of computers
And sometimes they just pnn me!
I have way too much free time
But my free time is over for me.
I have way too much work now,
But work is too much for me.
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Tue 27-Feb-07: The Perspective
The Perspective
How we look, outside.
What we see, inside
What we feel, up top.
Is it real? Can you feel?
What you see equals what we be.
How you do, becomes who you are.
Your view of outside
Makes you see and be
Will it be a good ride?
Everyday is a challenge
Will others be unkind
Or can you simply rewind all the scenes.
Making he best of a bad situation
Our perspective can change us
A rainy day into sunshine play.
How we look, outside.
What we see, inside
What we feel, up top.
Is it real? Can you feel?
What you see equals what we be.
How you do, becomes who you are.
Your view of outside
Makes you see and be
Will it be a good ride?
Everyday is a challenge
Will others be unkind
Or can you simply rewind all the scenes.
Making he best of a bad situation
Our perspective can change us
A rainy day into sunshine play.
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Sun 25-Feb-07: Sighs of Life
Sighs of Life
Sighs of life are vivid.
Technicolor sighs show red.
Breathing is a bright blue
And waiting is simply green
Life can be described in colors
As we write and writhe our way through the day.
Anger is red
Peaceful is blue.
Happy is Rainbow
And kids are just green.
Once brought into our world
Till they leave our homes sure.
Colors circle our lifes
And tint all of our views.
It's our choices
That make who we are.
To look sad, with sepia tinge.
Is not the way we should strive.
Alive and aloud with a pinkish dyed hue.
We need to live life full, to have a good eternal view.
(reader question: Are the colors actually DISTRACTING from the poem? Please leave a comment anyway, whether you like or hate a poem!
thanks again,
Sighs of life are vivid.
Technicolor sighs show red.
Breathing is a bright blue
And waiting is simply green
Life can be described in colors
As we write and writhe our way through the day.
Anger is red
Peaceful is blue.
Happy is Rainbow
And kids are just green.
Once brought into our world
Till they leave our homes sure.
Colors circle our lifes
And tint all of our views.
It's our choices
That make who we are.
To look sad, with sepia tinge.
Is not the way we should strive.
Alive and aloud with a pinkish dyed hue.
We need to live life full, to have a good eternal view.
(reader question: Are the colors actually DISTRACTING from the poem? Please leave a comment anyway, whether you like or hate a poem!
thanks again,
Saturday, February 24, 2007
Sat 24-Feb-07: Junior doesn’t Know
Sat 24-Feb-07: Junior doesn’t Know
Junior doesn’t know how
The way out of his paper bag.
Junior thinks he is king.
And 'Dickey' is is vizier.
Junior keeps his head in the sand.
He just doesn’t know that the song is done.
Junior doesn’t see the handwriting on the wall
The ink that says yankee go away, but leave our ball!
Balls, Barrels, scads of oil
All destined by oil man Bush for the house of Saud.
His oil war has disgraced our country
His legacy will linger past his hour.
Our children, drafted will be
Despite his claims to the contrary.
A lifetime in Bagdad will we remember
To clean up from his disdain.
Impeach Cheney now
Veep Pelosi may show us how.
Then Bush too, must walk the plank
As his legacy has already sank.
Junior doesn’t know how
The way out of his paper bag.
Junior thinks he is king.
And 'Dickey' is is vizier.
Junior keeps his head in the sand.
He just doesn’t know that the song is done.
Junior doesn’t see the handwriting on the wall
The ink that says yankee go away, but leave our ball!
Balls, Barrels, scads of oil
All destined by oil man Bush for the house of Saud.
His oil war has disgraced our country
His legacy will linger past his hour.
Our children, drafted will be
Despite his claims to the contrary.
A lifetime in Bagdad will we remember
To clean up from his disdain.
Impeach Cheney now
Veep Pelosi may show us how.
Then Bush too, must walk the plank
As his legacy has already sank.
Monday, February 19, 2007
Sun 19-Feb-07: Wanton Desire.
Wanton Desire.
Is it logical to desire more?
Is it acceptable to dream of more?
Once settled, once comfortable.
How does one decide?
Is it fair to ask for more?
Can anyone, anytime go after dreams?
Or are dreams reserved only for the young.
Leaving the old, to simply rot in place.
Is it logical to desire more?
Is it acceptable to dream of more?
Once settled, once comfortable.
How does one decide?
Is it fair to ask for more?
Can anyone, anytime go after dreams?
Or are dreams reserved only for the young.
Leaving the old, to simply rot in place.
Saturday, February 17, 2007
Sat 17-Feb-07: Insomnia Rules
Insomnia Rules
Sleep.
Is it needed?
Rest.
Can you rest instead?
Falling.
Tired, yet not quite dead.
Calling.
Mr. Sandman wants to visit.
Arguing.
No. I'm not ready yet.
Fussing.
I just turned on my laptop.
Acceptance.
I am owned. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Sleep.
Is it needed?
Rest.
Can you rest instead?
Falling.
Tired, yet not quite dead.
Calling.
Mr. Sandman wants to visit.
Arguing.
No. I'm not ready yet.
Fussing.
I just turned on my laptop.
Acceptance.
I am owned. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Thu 15-Feb-07: Unrepentant Anger
Thu 15-Feb-07: Unrepentant Anger
The Blood boils.
The bile starts its trip up the digestive system
Anger rears its disgusting head.
Along the way, the hands start to fly.
The Mouth starts to spew vermin
The body reaches out, and starts to attack.
Innocent sheep are tortured
Terrible incidents of cruelty are threatened.
And then…..
Calmness returns.
And blissful Silence.
While one surveys the devastated landscape
The Blood boils.
The bile starts its trip up the digestive system
Anger rears its disgusting head.
Along the way, the hands start to fly.
The Mouth starts to spew vermin
The body reaches out, and starts to attack.
Innocent sheep are tortured
Terrible incidents of cruelty are threatened.
And then…..
Calmness returns.
And blissful Silence.
While one surveys the devastated landscape
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Sun 11-Feb-07: Helplessly Hoping
Helplessly Hoping
(My apologies to Crosby Stills, Nash and Young for killing their fine lyrics.) see: htt://www.tsrocks.com/c/crosby_stills_nash_young_texts/helplessly_hoping.html
Helplessly hoping, her harlequin hovers, nearby
Awaiting a word.
Wordlessly watching he waits by the window and wonders
at the empty place inside
Love isn't lying its loose in a lady who lingers, saying
She's in pai-in
And choking from the cramps.
Every month passes, the same set of pains,
Endless torture tearing out insides.
Useless remnants of when we were younger, still linger
Causing us this pain.
Heartlessly helping himself to her bad dreams he wonders
Is there anything else I can do?
(My apologies to Crosby Stills, Nash and Young for killing their fine lyrics.) see: htt://www.tsrocks.com/c/crosby_stills_nash_young_texts/helplessly_hoping.html
Helplessly hoping, her harlequin hovers, nearby
Awaiting a word.
Wordlessly watching he waits by the window and wonders
at the empty place inside
Love isn't lying its loose in a lady who lingers, saying
She's in pai-in
And choking from the cramps.
Every month passes, the same set of pains,
Endless torture tearing out insides.
Useless remnants of when we were younger, still linger
Causing us this pain.
Heartlessly helping himself to her bad dreams he wonders
Is there anything else I can do?
Friday, February 09, 2007
Fri 09-Feb-07: The Scout's Oath
The Scout's Oath
Oh, I live with a boy scout
I do declare, he's a scoutin' boy.
Scouting is a big deal.
He wheels and deals.
He tries to be in charge.
And charges all authority.
And sometimes, he even stays on-topic.
He can be charming, and so; dis-arming.
But when he yells, it's not so swell.
Loud, annoying, and always a challenge.
Except for the occasional snuggle
Or the lovingly given head-butt and kiss.
Oh, I live with a boy scout
I do declare, he's a scoutin' boy.
Scouting is a big deal.
He wheels and deals.
He tries to be in charge.
And charges all authority.
And sometimes, he even stays on-topic.
He can be charming, and so; dis-arming.
But when he yells, it's not so swell.
Loud, annoying, and always a challenge.
Except for the occasional snuggle
Or the lovingly given head-butt and kiss.
Saturday, February 03, 2007
Sat Feb-03-07: Bonding
Bonding
Males and Females are Different
They Bond differently.
I wonder if anyone else has ever noticed the differences.
Girls Bond by talking, sitting together,
perhaps knitting together, and of course having a beverage.
Boys talk while watching a Game on TV, with a Beer in their hand.
They are usually silent, except for a AUGH, or a GO!GO!GO when their team scores
How do boys bond with Girls?
No...Besides sex.
Boys would like it if they could just bond like they do with their buddies.
Girls would like it if they could just bond like they do with THEIR buddies.
But.
Live is too complicated..
Boys want beer and sitting together.
Girls want CONVERSATION.
Boys like BEER.
GIRLS like TALKING.
Boys just want to GRUNT at the TV.
Girls just want to TALK.
How do you suggest bridging the gap?
Taking the Girl to a Sports Bar?
Teaching the Boy to knit?
Males and Females are Different
They Bond differently.
I wonder if anyone else has ever noticed the differences.
Girls Bond by talking, sitting together,
perhaps knitting together, and of course having a beverage.
Boys talk while watching a Game on TV, with a Beer in their hand.
They are usually silent, except for a AUGH, or a GO!GO!GO when their team scores
How do boys bond with Girls?
No...Besides sex.
Boys would like it if they could just bond like they do with their buddies.
Girls would like it if they could just bond like they do with THEIR buddies.
But.
Live is too complicated..
Boys want beer and sitting together.
Girls want CONVERSATION.
Boys like BEER.
GIRLS like TALKING.
Boys just want to GRUNT at the TV.
Girls just want to TALK.
How do you suggest bridging the gap?
Taking the Girl to a Sports Bar?
Teaching the Boy to knit?
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