Love Is A Game
Broken hearts left in shame
Not knowing love is only a game
If you don't play it right you're gonna get beat
You only play it right if you learn how to cheat
Love is a game if you're not a player you're gonna get beat
Cause only the players know how to cheat
You can say it's wrong for them to play
But it doesn't matter they'll still get away
Love is a game close to war
Self glory is all it's for
You take all you can take
And what you can't you break
Like Monopoly you get the most before you lose it all
Like checkers you take the opponent piece by piece against the wall
Love is a bitter mystery a game kind of like Clue
You look for the culprit only to find it was you
Just A Man
I'm sorry, but this is all I have to give
I'm not perfect, I'm just a man
Don't think I'm holding back on you
All that I'm doing is all that I can
I can only hope this is enough for you
Because I worked this hard for women before
They thought I held back on them
And they always pushed for more
Although, this is less than you deserve
I still hope you might stay
But since I'm short of your glory
You may go the other way
Passion
All passion must come to an end
There is no true eternal friend
It is destine by fate
You will lose your soulmate
You will misplace your trust
You'll confuse love for lust
Friday, February 27, 2009
Poetry Post 100
Initiative (Haiku)
What will be of me
I will have to wait and see
Or I can be now
I Wonder
I never knew happiness
I always fell short of bliss
Those of my past I will always miss
Sometimes I wonder if things will always be like this
I wonder what will become of me
I wonder if this is how it will always be
I wonder if my spirit will be free
I wonder if there is anything left to see
Defiance
You cannot define me
You cannot refine me
You cannot confine me
I am not your plow horse
I am not yours to force
I am not yours to curse
I am only my own
It is my flesh and bone
I am mine alone
What will be of me
I will have to wait and see
Or I can be now
I Wonder
I never knew happiness
I always fell short of bliss
Those of my past I will always miss
Sometimes I wonder if things will always be like this
I wonder what will become of me
I wonder if this is how it will always be
I wonder if my spirit will be free
I wonder if there is anything left to see
Defiance
You cannot define me
You cannot refine me
You cannot confine me
I am not your plow horse
I am not yours to force
I am not yours to curse
I am only my own
It is my flesh and bone
I am mine alone
99th Post of Poetry
Love Left
I beg on bended knee
You still walk over me
I give a platinum rose
You leave upturning your nose
Broken Hearted
What ever happened to the love I thought we had
Why did you take me just to make me sad
I lay in the dark broken hearted
I have nothing left to live for since you have parted
I'm trapped in a room
Filled with misery and gloom
My only hope to move on
Is to make my memory of you gone
Losing You
If I could only have you
I wouldn't care what my life was coming to
I'd pay any cost
To get back what I lost
I listen to oldies singers on my stereo
Every song is about a girl they had to let go
As time changes they are led into danger
Having to trust the hands of a stranger
Every poem I ever read
Is of love lost to the dead
These thoughts swim in my head
Tormenting me in my lonesome bed
I only wish for the old days of you and me dead
I only wish for you to be here
I beg on bended knee
You still walk over me
I give a platinum rose
You leave upturning your nose
Broken Hearted
What ever happened to the love I thought we had
Why did you take me just to make me sad
I lay in the dark broken hearted
I have nothing left to live for since you have parted
I'm trapped in a room
Filled with misery and gloom
My only hope to move on
Is to make my memory of you gone
Losing You
If I could only have you
I wouldn't care what my life was coming to
I'd pay any cost
To get back what I lost
I listen to oldies singers on my stereo
Every song is about a girl they had to let go
As time changes they are led into danger
Having to trust the hands of a stranger
Every poem I ever read
Is of love lost to the dead
These thoughts swim in my head
Tormenting me in my lonesome bed
I only wish for the old days of you and me dead
I only wish for you to be here
The Monkees (film) Scene XIV
(Main room with Mike, Peter, Carole, Mary and Shannon; Micky just entering)
Carole: So what's wrong with Davy?
Micky: A mid life crisis or perhaps an epiphany.
Mike: Really?
Micky: Yeah and I think he'll need some time alone he's calling old girlfriends.
Mike: When can we practice again?
Peter: When's the TV audition?
Mike: Davy told me in a month.
Peter: Then we'll have plenty of time to practice but for now let's all take our girlfriends
Mike: Or wife
Peter: And just spend some time with them it could inspire a song
Micky: Let's go to the beach it's in our backyard Shannon.
(all exit in pairs)
Carole: So what's wrong with Davy?
Micky: A mid life crisis or perhaps an epiphany.
Mike: Really?
Micky: Yeah and I think he'll need some time alone he's calling old girlfriends.
Mike: When can we practice again?
Peter: When's the TV audition?
Mike: Davy told me in a month.
Peter: Then we'll have plenty of time to practice but for now let's all take our girlfriends
Mike: Or wife
Peter: And just spend some time with them it could inspire a song
Micky: Let's go to the beach it's in our backyard Shannon.
(all exit in pairs)
98th Volume Of Poetry
Ricochet The Bullets
Every day I have to argue with you to ricochet the bullets
I have to resort to my final wits
I wish I could just leave and call it quits
So I wouldn't have to put up with your screaming
But all I can do is resort to daydreaming
To a place better in seeming
To a place without your lies
The only place I can go without your battle cries
Away from this place where the bullet flies
My Fault
If I could write a song
You'd say the tune is wrong
I could cheer you when you're sad
But you would only get mad
Then I could apologize
But you'd damn me with your eyes
Then what else can I do
It's all my fault to you
Nothing
The words "I'll die alone"
Are carved in metallic stone
I aimlessly roam
For I have no home
And wherever my heart takes root
No one partakes of its fruit
My heart bleeds and it cries
Trampled in the dirt it lies
Every day I have to argue with you to ricochet the bullets
I have to resort to my final wits
I wish I could just leave and call it quits
So I wouldn't have to put up with your screaming
But all I can do is resort to daydreaming
To a place better in seeming
To a place without your lies
The only place I can go without your battle cries
Away from this place where the bullet flies
My Fault
If I could write a song
You'd say the tune is wrong
I could cheer you when you're sad
But you would only get mad
Then I could apologize
But you'd damn me with your eyes
Then what else can I do
It's all my fault to you
Nothing
The words "I'll die alone"
Are carved in metallic stone
I aimlessly roam
For I have no home
And wherever my heart takes root
No one partakes of its fruit
My heart bleeds and it cries
Trampled in the dirt it lies
97th Volume of Poetry
Returning To My Room
Returning to my room
Am I just returning to my womb
Or preparing for my tomb
Could I die and never live
Could I love and not know how to give
Codependent Social Phobia
I am not dependable
I am not befriendable
I am not amendable
I am just too stressed
By emotions unrepressed
That aren't to be expressed
I need love but am disconnected
Apart from others, I'm not respected
Sitting aloof to the crowd they feel suspected
Alone I feel tension
In crowds I sense pretension
A sense that self is in remission
Twenty Lonely Years
Twenty years old alone every minute of it
Momentary lapses of company leave after a bit
Goodbye always feels so rude
Like charity t'ward me and I'm suppose to have gratitude
If any of them would care
They wouldn't be going anywhere
They would look after me
They would embrace me every moment I was lonely
If their hearts were warm
My confidence they'd reaffirm
But they can't communicate if they're never there
And if they can't communicate they can't care
Returning to my room
Am I just returning to my womb
Or preparing for my tomb
Could I die and never live
Could I love and not know how to give
Codependent Social Phobia
I am not dependable
I am not befriendable
I am not amendable
I am just too stressed
By emotions unrepressed
That aren't to be expressed
I need love but am disconnected
Apart from others, I'm not respected
Sitting aloof to the crowd they feel suspected
Alone I feel tension
In crowds I sense pretension
A sense that self is in remission
Twenty Lonely Years
Twenty years old alone every minute of it
Momentary lapses of company leave after a bit
Goodbye always feels so rude
Like charity t'ward me and I'm suppose to have gratitude
If any of them would care
They wouldn't be going anywhere
They would look after me
They would embrace me every moment I was lonely
If their hearts were warm
My confidence they'd reaffirm
But they can't communicate if they're never there
And if they can't communicate they can't care
Poetry Post 96
Permissive Racism
Living in a land of rapists and racists
How can people wonder why I am an escapist
People always thinking I'm rude because I can't relate
In a world so tolerate of indifference and hate
How can so many black men be found guilty on the defense
When so many free whites started the offense
If a black man kills he makes his people a disgrace
But if a white man kills he's Jewish, queer or somehow disowned from his race
How can color say who is right
Ain't there different shades of white
Dave Berkowitz and Timothy McVeigh were just as light
Does their race make them more or less trustable at night
How can any race be pure with pedophiles and serial killers in their gene pool
How can the ignorant call another man a fool
At least the whites can afford a good school
But that doesn't matter as long as a black doesn't rule
The Activist
Traveling person to person
Trying to get a good deed done
Helping others to find time and invest
In a socially active interest
I passionately pursued people to get fliers sent
But the more I tried the more I found others indifferent
Weak and rejected I had nearly quit
Shut down the charity before I even started it
I continued to preach to each passerby
Asking about the destruction of the Earth but they couldn't care why
Charities are not a place the public will have their lives spent
When slow comfortable deaths are more convenient
One Weak Race
Every man is just a man
Doesn't matter whether native or foreign
We are all doom to sin
Over and over again
There is a drunk in every town
And each country has a killer wearing a crown
There is no use in dividing us by the features of our face
Every nationality has a national disgrace
So don't hate a man for the color of his skin
For there's a weaker man wearing the same shade you're in
And if you track back into your family's history
You'll find the reason for this similarity
Living in a land of rapists and racists
How can people wonder why I am an escapist
People always thinking I'm rude because I can't relate
In a world so tolerate of indifference and hate
How can so many black men be found guilty on the defense
When so many free whites started the offense
If a black man kills he makes his people a disgrace
But if a white man kills he's Jewish, queer or somehow disowned from his race
How can color say who is right
Ain't there different shades of white
Dave Berkowitz and Timothy McVeigh were just as light
Does their race make them more or less trustable at night
How can any race be pure with pedophiles and serial killers in their gene pool
How can the ignorant call another man a fool
At least the whites can afford a good school
But that doesn't matter as long as a black doesn't rule
The Activist
Traveling person to person
Trying to get a good deed done
Helping others to find time and invest
In a socially active interest
I passionately pursued people to get fliers sent
But the more I tried the more I found others indifferent
Weak and rejected I had nearly quit
Shut down the charity before I even started it
I continued to preach to each passerby
Asking about the destruction of the Earth but they couldn't care why
Charities are not a place the public will have their lives spent
When slow comfortable deaths are more convenient
One Weak Race
Every man is just a man
Doesn't matter whether native or foreign
We are all doom to sin
Over and over again
There is a drunk in every town
And each country has a killer wearing a crown
There is no use in dividing us by the features of our face
Every nationality has a national disgrace
So don't hate a man for the color of his skin
For there's a weaker man wearing the same shade you're in
And if you track back into your family's history
You'll find the reason for this similarity
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