My life sux he said.
I’d just as soon be dead.
I replied, want to trade lives?
As he searched my eyes.
I have that power.
So don’t cower.
It’s not forever.
And I can make it all better.
How would you do that?
Oh, well I wouldn’t stand pat.
I’d open my heart.
And make a new start.
I’d smile and be happy.
And sometimes a little sappy.
I find beauty in the world.
Maybe dance in a swirl.
I’d get rid of hateful.
And be forever grateful.
For your thoughts are the key,
To your destiny!
If all my dreams come true,
Would I cease to be blue?
Would I be undaunted?
If I got everything I wanted?
Surely life would improve.
And I’d find my groove.
Or would more problems ensue?
I just have more to see to.
So I’ll just be happy here.
And spread some cheer.
And if it happens anyway,
It will make my day!
It’s so cold,
I found a lake of solid gold.
It must have been there all the time.
Now I’m going to shine.
It’s mighty mysterious.
I must be delirious.
So just in case, please don’t spare.
About my lake of solid gold,
If I may be so bold.
I prayed to have a son.
Oh, how we’d have fun.
He would carry on my name.
And feel no shame.
I could watch him grow.
And he’d make me smile when I was low.
I’d teach him to skate,
And I know he’d be great.
I’d buy him a baseball glove,
And teach him about true love.
I’d tell him a joke,
And buy him a coke.
I’d tell him about the mystic.
Just for kicks.
And when he was grown,
I’d be proud of the seeds I’d sewn.
Well, you’ve been selected.
He came to me in a vision,
And told me of our special mission.
He said let it begin.
For it never ends.
Forget life as you know it to be.
And serve the One you can’t see.
So walk thru the gate.
You’ll never be deselected.
If you’re spiritually connected!
It seemed I had but two emotions.
But then I received a potion.
Anger or feat,
To the point, I couldn’t care.
So I dug a hole,
Straight to my soul.
The potion hit me like a ton.
And it made me see the sun.
It smiled and said,
Before long you’ll be dead.
Please look at the light.
Shining so bright.
Try happy, joyous, and free.
And see what you can be.
Try my advice,
And you’ll find emotional Paradise!
Why must I hate,
When I’m late.
It really grates,
And puts me in a dizzy state.
I must be there at eight.
Cause I have a date.
But it must be fate,
That I have too much on my plate.
Maybe one day these feelings will abate.
Until then I’m at a stalemate.
Ok let’s play a game,
We need to reprogram your brain.
We’re going to drive you insane.
And nothing will ever be the same.
We will take you to the brink,
And there you’ll find a link.
But you don’t get to click it,
Because you already own the free ticket.
The deal’s already done.
And the fun has begun.
You didn’t know it,
But the name of the game is Dead Poet.
It won’t be rags to riches,
It will be tags and pitches.
So when your brain starts to scramble,
Try not to ramble.
As you ascend to a certain level.
You’ll be able to revel.
So put down the knife.
You’ve won free poems for life.
After all the damage was already done to you.
You always thought you’d pass it on to them.
The fear was always there.
But life’s struggles got in the way of it stopping, you mused.
But then a moment of clarity in the twilight.
In your heart, you knew you’d stopped the cycle.
You had reversed the past!
But what about the reflection of their new past.
You know it’s up to them now.
Just as it was up to you!
As I was sitting down in my recliner,
I heard I love you!
But, I’m the only one home.
I replied I love you too!
The voice responded, who are you talking too?
I said, everyone.
And the voice smiled and laughed.
We laughed so hard we cried.
Don’t let anyone know it sniffed. Through tears of joy.
About what I responded?
That you laugh about talking to no one.
My lips are sealed! How about you?
Try to imagine you don’t fit.
But know you fit like a glove.
Thinking about your hell?
Try dreaming of your idea of Heaven.
Indeed we all have demons,
So call in your Angels.
Humbly ask them for divine knowledge,
Of how to be comfortable in your own skin!
I took a perfect picture today.
I didn’t use a camera.
The picture was in taken in my mind.
And it’s still developing. I’d like to show it to you,
But this picture only I can see.
Because it’s the picture of your perfect soul.
I wrote you a poem, no rhymes.
There you were walking thru my mind.
As usual! So I decided just to think about YOU for a while.
I thought of your beautiful heart and soul.
Because that’s where your true beauty resides.
It’s not all on the outside for everyone to see.
It’s inside where only my heart can feel.
It’s in your kind and pleasing touch.
It’s in your electric smile.
It’s in your aura–bright as the sun.
When we’re apart these thoughts connect our consciousness.
Because our souls are engraved on each other.
And that’s why I wrote this, especially for you.
Ok, you can’t be serious all the time. Hope this brings a smile to your face and not you know what. Mentioned below.
Sometimes I wonder where this stuff comes from. lol
It was simple.
Popping that pimple.
It looked sort of like a temple.
And it was as big as a blimp-le?
But it went out like a whimple.
That darn pimple.