Penz
Lazy days and careless nights.
Sleepy Caribbean dreams.
A jolly soul
Sitting at an island bar.
One hand holds the spirits,
the other free to shake
A happy laugh,
Just for old tyme's sake…
A knowing smile.
A heart so big,
Could heal the world.
My friend,
My compadre',
My brother….
Penz
MJW 12/17/96
Crying
Today I cried to the sun.
I can't explain why,
I was hoping you would know.
What did it do for me?
What have I come to understand?
When will I be able to see?
Today I cried in the rain.
I let out my fears,
But nobody ever hears.
Is this all pointless?
Will I ever realize the purpose?
Where have I gone?
Today I cried in the dark.
I asked the questions,
I sought the answers.
Where's my head?
Did I leave it on the rivers' shore?
Can I survive on love alone?
Yesterday I laughed with you
But now you are gone,
And my happiness with you.
Where did you go?
Are you better off now?
Whey didn't you say good-bye?
Tomorrow will be better.
That's what I'm always saying,
But then I'm still crying.
~MJW
Heartfelt
Thanks
She's
my shoulder to cry on
When my mind breaks my spirit,
When my eyes tear and wits are gone
She holds me close and tells me not to fear it.
She's
my eternal forever
She listen to my every call
And supports my every endeavor
She never allows me to fall.
When
the images are too much to bare
She hold tight to my hand
She always let's me know she's
With me unto the final stand.
I
love her more than any will know
My thoughts and heart are for her alone,
This is why I must let her go
This be the truth, eternally etched in stone.
~MJW
Memories
Nighttime
finally comes to my room
Now I can finally fall asleep, so I assume.
He
opens the door, it's late
But he's proud of me, so it's okay.
He
sits at the foot of my bed
Telling me stories from his dizzy head.
His
breath wreaks and his words are intoxicated
When he finally goes, I'm elated.
He's
got a fist of steel, and a heart of gold,
Just ask the closet door.
She
hates it when he goes out,
I hate it when he comes home.
His
feelings come out when we fight,
And so I'm not his son.
Excuses,
Excuses, Excuses,
That's all I ever heard.
It
could be worse, I could be better,
She wouldn't curse, I wouldn't let her.
He
wasn't there, so I grew up fast,
No childhood for me, too busy being a man.
I
made one that would last,
Plays in my head, stories in my dreams,
Where I'm the hero and silence the screams.
Personal
thoughts that everybody wants to know,
The try but that won't help
Find
a outlet, a happy place, they say,
I put my feeling on paper, say what they may.
We
often battled, me and him,
I was the victor, although both left scarred.
My
memories are past and present, so comes my fate.
I guess I'll accept it, but is it too late?
~MJW
Guardian's
Song
Silent
stone soldiers,
Standing guard, their master's keeper.
Ageless guardians,
Weathered protectors of the dawn
Your master lies still.
Beneath your rigid composure,.
You tell his tale to all that see.
His spirit is gone,
But his body lies
Rigid like you,
Facing the sky.
~MJW
Darker
Shades of Light
Good
and evil split down the center
Rage and hate from a fantasy I lent her.
Discouraging words from a father figure,
Herbal refreshments and visions that linger.
My
pain felt thoroughly
Anguish and disgust of what I am
A cheat, a liar, a follower of desire.
Lingering thoughts of evil, you're no son of mine.
Eclipsed
love denied by substance,
Flustered and confused, distracted and abused
A lost soul searching for truth
A lust for a life that hasn't been lived.
~MJW
Email Mike Wasicsko
The
Chance of a Lifetime
A
kindred journey
to the sacred depths.
You, my friend, are an adventurer
of the bluest oceans
deep within my eyes;
and beyond.
Can
you see the far reaches of
my skies? Like a reflection -
her secret does not lie there.
You strain, and stretch
but never clearly see the beauty,
or the danger.
To
live, to laugh, to understand
the loves of our lives.
Fleeting, sometimes impenetrable to our souls;
like blustery wind through strong sails.
Do you have what it takes
to carry me?
And
yet, if you chance to see
the door - oh wayward traveler.
Will you pass on through? Like the warm summer breeze
that makes the porch door softly
go "clack... clack, clack"
in the night.
Think
not before you choose
the beauty or the danger.
It is you that holds the answer; for you.
Do not fear; for in that moment
in my reflection you will see
the warmest truth; my light.
Go,
my friend and behold
a new day, a new journey, another chance
Take not for granted, the promise of today
but rather, seize the danger
and grasp the chance of a lifetime
now and forever.
~BF
Michaelangelo
and the poet
A
precious moment granted for myself one morn'
to admire the great works of masters long, long ago.
Careful expressions of those who lived centuries before me,
preserving something so personal, and more beautiful than time.
Behold
his gentle strokes of coal, like faint whispers they call
and ask me to find the man behind the picture; I feel so alive.
Though centuries, like tides, have drifted between us
our mortality and passion makes us equal.
Like
Michaelangelo, I am but a mere man;
beautiful are the works of life --his drawings, our prose.
Greatness comes to those who carefully combine skill, determination,
and the willingness to share. To me, this is what makes great
masters among us.
As
navigators of the tides, we are destined to make our way;
yet some strive to leave footprints in the sands of time.
He sketches them on paper, others build skyscrapers
--I am still finding my many ways.
Though
my time here is short, and my steps may be few,
I chance that others may feel my passion; and try to see
the one behind the words. For you and I are masters among men
--and I am proud to walk along the shore with you, my friend.
~BA
My
little words that were meant for music that was never written.
1.
It's
time I show you
this time I'll teach you
for once I'll kill you
and make this over
never again
tourcher this soul
never again
open this heart
so with this blood
I thee wed
ever again
for this is the end
2.
I
don't mind
I don't mind sacrificing
I don't mind dying twice
I don't believe
your compromises
another round
of fucking lies
I didn't mind
3.
Bleed
Emotions aren't remembered
just the calm of your voice
remember that phone call
you love me
but the connection
of seven months
is over
like the pain of a pinch
over, gone
so i've
stopped caring
about what happened
about you
how quickly
HATE
consumes
love
funny how the later is temporary
but the first
is
Forever
~TW
Email Tim Watkins
On
the Flip Side
Will
I see you?
How will I Know you?
Millions there before us, Millions after
How do I find you?
All
the faces and people to meet.
All the greats that we learn about.
To contemplate with Plato,
To design with DaVincci
To sculpt with Michaelangelo
or to write with Shakespeare
All
is endless, and overwhelming
Dream come true
But
how will I find you?
~PLB
Thoughts
I
can think thoughts
you can think thoughts
everyone can think thoughts.
To
think a thought that no one else has thought
The thought is yours, I think?
But some one else can think that thought
so is it yours?
There
are so many thoughts to think,
I have thought;
Thinking if thoughts can think;
What would they think, or would they think?
Can a thought think nothing?
With
all the thoughts, and always thinking
thinking thoughts never grows old.
You
will never run out of thoughts to think.
I
think?
~PLB
Unlimited
Because
we can
We go any where, do anything
Tropics
is where I'm at
Relaxing, indulging, enjoying
Now,
in the mountains
Looking, breathing, admiring
Higher
than the clouds
Soaring, screeching, floating
Lower
than the waves
Swimming, splashing, diving
So
many thoughts can't keep up
Think as many places as you can.
Past
the moon into the stars.
~PLB
Oneness
Like some sort of mystical magic
I'm taken away
to some near far off place.
Nothing but silence, yet,
low winded music of a bagpipe blows clear in my head
whispering the sorrow that it has seen.
The dampness fills the air,
mist moves among the trees and crooked roots
like a gray lost soul floating aimlessly with someplace to go.
A cold chill runs free,
even the strongest step is silent
against the moss laid damp ground below.
A curtain of bows hang low
not even weeping droplets glisten
as a drab void of fullness engulfs me,
every sense is overcome.
I know only one thing...
It's beautiful.
~PLB
Untitled
If we could stop
Where would we go
If we could go
Where would we stop
It's all up to you!
~PLB
La
Columbe
As
dawn greyed in one early day,
a gentle boy rose up and shot a dove.
The bird fell slowly, a dried leaf
from a dying tree; feathers
fell in all directions to the water below.
Leaning
out from life as scarlet blood
spread at her virgin neck, she turned
in half descent---one eye,
like an old pearl clouding,
looked out to see who'd sent her down---
and split the morning with her cry.
The
boy, not sure of what he'd done'
dropped his gun, blinked away the night's dreams'
and heard the bird's mate calling.
kissed the cold grey air, bit his lip,
and thought he'd seen an angel falling.
email
Ben Brunu
The
Devil
There
is one of those Fellows
Who lives deep in the Bellows
his skin is red
and he has horns on his head
People know him as the Devil
He is the embodiment of all evil
At night when children sleep
He will watch them from his keep
He will insert suggestions in their minds
Like murder, rape, drugs or other crimes
In the darkness as he rides a Black Beast
His disciples, in his honor, hold a feast
When comes the midnight hour
Natas will have hi greatest power
With a sacrifice in the farmers Dell
The Prince of Darkness rises from Hell
Grating his followers what they wish
While eating his sacrifice from a golden dish
If you are interested in power
and wish to walk through his might towers,
then you must pay his toll
by selling him your soul
As the Ruler of the Dead
The People of God are filled with dread
For he is their greatest enemy
and he will Live for an eternity
~William
Wright
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