Grips of Realty

Wondering what

Wondering why I can not follow the road

I will follow the path tread by others

Sorrow fills the steps I see

Steps of progress and empty pits

Where is person that sent me on my way

The guide promised

Blind as I was stumbling through the journey

Leading to the road which could not be

The path followed was blind

We stumble through the darkness leading to the edge . . .

Above and beyond

loooking down

the remains of those stepped on

climbing to the top

they did not stop

kicking others as they fought

to get to a spot

at the top

they all thought

one by one they arrived

filled with strife

Determined to remain the tried

with fear in there eye

they tumbled down

The top they did find

and many people they did bind

but when faced with reality

they recieved their mortality

Dirt

In the ground I lie

still and void of life

pale and white

so filled with strife

darkness does not see

and motionless i will be

to the end of time i will stay

filled with anger

void of life


They do not see

other lye next to me

mute and silent they are to me

the sunken eyes they pier and me

full darkness they see through me


rocks and dirt are above me

slowling filling the space between me

filled with dirt i am

rotting flesh

dead

depth

deep below a rumble

a quite bumble

walking in a stumble

I feel my life crumble

Grass

Did you know that watering grass will make it grow
I am not sure why we water
To cut and kill the grass we worked hard to make grow

Why do we work at something and watch it die
complain and shutter when its time to cut
This way of life is wierd and wrong

Grass should grow for life is long
is there a way to let it fly
I am perplexed at our odd arrangment

The derrangment and madness of watering grass
I do not think that is what God intend us to do
but we do it every day

Kill to live
water to cut
eat to die
and die to live

life of ease

Life of ease I had
Life of pleaseing pleasure
Life of fun and Joy
Life of leasure

Where I stayed was for a toy
Where I go I am sad
Where I am there is no sky
Where I lay is dark with no end

Is there a way to fly
Is there a rode to walk with a friend
Is there a breeze to cool my face
Is there a path into the light

Feeling for a touch of a place
Feeling for a the wind for flight
Feeling for the soft touch of another
Feeling for the end is here

Life is easy if you breath
Life is easy if you see
Life is easy if you touch
Life is easy if you talk

Sick no Poetry

Well I went ok for a few days on the blog stuff. And I was just like all you other losers out there that start and stop.

And know on to updates:
It was my daughters birthday on ground hog day and we took her out as usual ever since she was born to check the weather. ON that day she came inside and announced to the family that, Daddy I saw my shadow. So 6 weeks of winter here we go. She was accurate even the Ground hog was in agreement with her. Weird

I started riding my bike again. Sore ass is all I can say. Its weird having a conversation with another cyclist in front of other none cyclist. They just stair in curiosity, role there eyes, and giggle. A dramatic pause.. And then the jokes start rolling heheheh...

My kids are were sick.. then my wife got sick. And well I think its my turn.

There was a ride this weekend 100miles. I registered did a bit of training, and did not go. My wife was sick.

My sister showed up yesterday with her boyfriend and the mother of her boyfriend. un-anounced talk about annoying.

Well those are all the updates. I have about 3 poetry works in progress. So there should be more melancholy on this blog so stay tuned.

Not my Dream

I dreamed a dream that was not mine
I wonder if I am not fine

I recognized not one person
This dream is not mine I'm certain

The shoes I wore were old and torn
Many looked at me with scorn

This house was new and missing a few
Where was the life I lived with many

Where is the family I loved
I find had been shoved

I wondered threw this life
Filled with strife

This dream is not mine I said
Looking into the mirror of dread

I saw myself sitting
and then it all became fitting

This dream was my life with a small sputter
When viewed through the eyes of another

They could see a bit futher
I began to shutter

Understanding the path I took
Was the other I forsook

This dream I thought was not mine
Turned out to be just fine

For know I know what I must change
And Why It all looks so deranged

When viewed threw the dream of another
I too could see much futher

The Day i lived for tomorrow

I woke up a day too early
it sounds odd but today should have been tomorrow

I swear it was today but yesterday is passed
and tomorrow has not come

So what do I do today
while I Waite for tomorrow

Open eyes wide shut with nothing too see
night so dark with out a spark
where is my sight for today should be tomorrow

Walk on road and peer into the end
tomorrow should be here soon

There is no mist to cool my face
there is not wind to push me on
I think tomorrow has gone

Is there a path is there a way
to find tomorrow for today is lost for tomorrow

Hands are blue face is pale
sounds of tomorrow are nearing

groveling threw the day
groping for a touch
It feels like tomorrow is gone from yesterday

In this moment a scent of warning
a hint of troubles
Time is passing but moments end and time does not

Dead days have passed
and
sounds of tomorrow are gone from me at last

wasting today in a dream of tomorrow
for a single glimpse of what should be today
but with no tomorrow

A fading memory tomorrow was
for today i die
and
rest
for
tomorrow ....

Journey

I look into the distance and I see
Cascading light shimmering on a coast of hope
Into the sea I go and feel the breeze

Sky so blue my eyes swim with delight
Waves of clouds gently push me through

To my side I see a companion with me
Her hair is soft and showering down her shoulders
Her eyes are brown and seductive
I am lost in the gaze of such beauty.

On ward we go sailing in a sea of unknown
With only a promise of hope in the distance
On ward we go entwined

Hands that find each other we stair in to the abyss
quandering its depth and darkness

A path we do not see but onward the breeze blows
Pushing the craft into the unknown
Enigma’s of shadows form and the breeze blows to a gusting torrent
Bracing for waves of crashing despair
We are lost in a sea of unknown

Sharing in a journey, a path filled with ecstasy to the zenith we do climb
Pushing onward to find a Plato of tranquil light
Bathing with warmth glimmering on our skin
Resting in a place of feather soft grass
With the sweet scent of flowers wafting threw the air

We sit and stair and ponder the path we have journey thus far
We can not recall the past trail of our journey

A gentle dream, a wondering thought it has become
As we sit and rest in a Plato
End is not near a moment of silence and breath of delight
A stair of glee and touch of delight

Where does it end or where does it start
We do not know but journey
On a trail of unknown
On a vast sea of wondering
Through bellowing storms and crashing waves
In a abyss of the deep

To a Plato of slumbering delightfull sleep

ODE to a Piojo

Oh Piojo O Piojo Where for out thou
I do not see you on that cow

Piojo you jump with grace
and are never a disgrace

You go from here to there
with out any dispare

Where is your host
and why must you bost

There is a life you seek
but please not on that cheek

Why do you bite
for one small spite

Happiness is your goal
so why do you stroll

From most to host you jump
but never to dump

Oh Piojo Oh Piojo why dispair
for Life is living on one small hair

Reality Check

long lost life
long lost strife

How does it go
who really knows

My eyes wonder
How i was cut asunder

My arm is here
and yet i do not fear

I look to the sky
and watch life pass me by

My leg is gone
like a long lost song

The wind is blowing
I wonder where it is going

I here sky
Singing "life passes you by"

Breath the air
and I think this just isn't fair

Who is doing this
and where is my fist

I beat the sky
and watch as life has passed me by

rambling

First i would like to preface my ramblings by stating: MY GRAMMER SUCKS, and MY SPELLING IS WORSE. I sit here thinking of nothing and wondering what to do. What else is there to do in life besides talk aimlessly about nothing stating facts and statistics speaking in a shallow manner. We walk through life wondering, quandering constantly searching for something but finding only a deeper void.

Where does it all end? Where does it all begin? Often i wonder if we are just living a dream of some ones deranged imagination. Kind of like those dreams we have at night where nothing makes sense, the events and or actions that take place defy logic, the physical world and sanity. Do we wake up just to find our selves in another dream twisted. Then there are those dreams where we find tranquility, peace, joy and/or extacy. Wow what a trip.

Seigh... Got that out of my system. Know on to other events. Since this is just a medium to express ones thoughts idea and general insignificant events I will hide the real names and people in these posts. I will remain anonymous in the author, location and history.

Given the above I am not ignorant to the fact that everything on the internet is not anonymouse. There is always a audit trail somewhere.

I discovered today that my offspring and i do not like to watch each other play online games. We bicker over where the enemy is at, which weapon to use etc... it goes on and on. i thought it was wierd. Considering our age gap.

I was speaking with a good friend of mine today and he was wondering how come i don't have a blog. And I asked a very very very dumb question... hey are there any free blogs. And to my surprise and stupidity which I allready new the answer to.. yes there was. So here I am.

Today was a good day or should I say a nice dream filled with joy, love and extacy.. yes lots of it.