Lines, shapes and colors
Drawing lines, shapes and colors
on a virgin white sheet of paper,
and paths without a thought given.
Dear sheet of paper,
I know you deserve words,
but please forgive me.
I just feel like drawing
at the moment.
The world is black, the joy is gone
the soul is tired, of going on
there is no meaning, another day
the sense is gone, floated away
the thought to quit, to give it up
becomes an option, time to stop
but there is hope, some hope you might
see the other world , the white
to find a way, to make you see
and redefine, who you could be
it can be long, that may be right
but in the end, your world is white
Sing me a smile
I'm tired but I cannot sleep
It feels like I can't breathe
and all I hear is the sound of my heartbeat.
I want to close my eyes and be still
Be very quiet, I will when I will
If you stay and sing me a smile
I'll be free as a bird, just for a while
I will close my eyes and put my trust in you
This is the only way you can pull me through
As I walk through the snow,
step by step to where I go,
you slowly fade away,
never known if you'd stay.
I'm all alone in the dark,
watching over a little spark.
Will it grow and will it stay?
Will I take the change or walk away?
No one knows what to say,
nothing we can do
to make the hurting go away.
It is a burden you must carry.
Learning to let go,
accepting what once was.
Never losing hope,
The past is the past.
Evil, nature's test
Twisting hearts, tearing voids into space
The good is gone, lost, with but a vague trace
By the cost of lust, greed and power, we are devoured
... Feeding dust, mistrust, evils seeds, this will be the final hour
Scattered, enveloped, planted in minds to let the eyes see
That man has been living illusionary free
Rise to greatness, everbody's granted
acces into freedom instead in life of the branded
Chance is one, unity is purpose
Army of all people, fighting the global circus
Resist the whip, endure battle scars
Accept healing so it can take away the iron bars
We'll pass, but only if man understands the true meaning of 'we'
To achieve 'we', let these words be what the eyes see
Cause we shall conquer evil, it is the key
Then nature will accept us, letting us truly live free
This is the gamble, could end up wrong
Don't let humanity sing a final lullaby song
A pure species,
a pure people --
A certain portent
* * *
j. r. martin
24 April 2013
sky open blue
petals pinkish white
branches subtle breeze
gently heaving sunlight
cheerful moving memories
revival of heart and spirit
soon blossom will perish
for everyone to see
body breathless dreams
true fight of inner beauty
your life shall flourish
be all... you can be
Into the night
I am standing at the river,
looking into the blue,
and what's in it I have no clue.
Darkness shrouds the riverbank,
calling me either weird or crank.
Now I'm standing in the middle,
at the four elements riddle.
Solving it is beyond my reach,
something that no men can teach.
The forest seems to be calling me,
'welcome, you have so much to see'
Curiosity lifts my feet,
and I am stepping forward in a strange mood.
Walking further into the night,
walking till the new dawn brings light.
There comes a time
The thoughts of you
are warm and fine
but like so many things in life
there comes a time...
a time to let go.
It's not that you ain't special enough
but thinking about you
makes me weak instead of tough
and I know
there comes a day
I can give those thoughts
a place to stay
but for now
I really know
that it is better
to let those thoughts go
There once lived a man in nantucket,
Hi Dan :)
Sometimes thoughts pass through my mind
lines of poetry, or verses from a song long forgotten
Never the whole poem or song, just a few lines
to play ring-around-rosey in my mind,
then exit, stage left, leaving an empty place behind.
Sometimes a tune pops into my mind
triggered by a passing thought or a friend's off-hand comment
but once started, it plays on and on,
like an 8-track cart that's lost its metallic tape to change tracks,
and so repeats the same track over and over
until displaced by another tune.
Sometimes I see things out the corner of my eye,
A flash of light, a movement where nothing should be moving
a hint of breeze, a whisper of sound in an empty room
Is someone there, am I not alone?
Am I just imagining things that are not there,
or am I catching a glimpse of something that most cannot see,
A piece of a puzzle, like the snippets of verse or song,
Sent to tease me, then move on to tease someone else
But I like puzzles, and someday, I will solve this one....
Infernal Optimist / Submariner, retired
Love is mutual trust,
together, building a happy life.
Love is more than just a feeling
it comes from the heart.
Love is caring for each other,
not only today,
but tomorrow as well.
It means supporting each other
through sorrow and pain.
will be fine.
Love is walking,
hand in hand,
together, through an
Sometimes there are
mountains and valleys,
but with love on your side,
you will never get lost.
I come not now to best or boast, lest others misunterstand me/
I come in peace, which kitties know best.
I know not rhymes, allthough it seems, I can at times understand them.
I know I do not have a clue about rhythm, words, or rhymes.
I check the daily news for facts and words and times.
You know me be by my posts at times, some often rude and bold.
Many times those posts have been seen before, those stories have been told.
I only want to be a friend.......that term as used by me.
You can call me just what you wish to.
I only want to be known as ME.
Your kittyman. Just venting against a few who do not have a clue who I am.
Powered by Purina.....
I have met a few friends in my life.
Most were cats.
What did they do to
our Holy Mother Earth?
How can they go on
Smog darkens the sun,
freezing the night
as wars to blame.
Go on and on in the Name of God.
Dressed in blue and white,
legions marching against
sheep of all kind.
Only cows and pigs
knew the truth before
they were slaughtered,
as the pipes of peace
started to bleed.
Tecumseh drew a
as Geronimo saw
the eagle land on
a silky line.
Waiting for the sun,
there was no mercy.
Till “Gloria” shone on
the flood of tears.
It has been a couple of years,
since you went away.
Everyday I shed a tear.
I rather had you here to stay.
Not a single day goes by,
that I don't think of you
I'm hoping you're on the other side,
thinking of me too.
I will always keep you close,
locked deep within my heart.
My love for you will never end,
I felt, right from the very first start.
After mailing this poem to my extended family, I can anticipate another
request to update the will. . .
When I expire,
and ashes, be --
pour some in vase,
plant seed, in me.
A cheery daisy,
to become --
for bringing joy,
Just water, well;
some sunlight, too --
and, I will do
the rest, for you.
Your gift, to me:
* * *
j. r. martin
28 May 2013
For something to occur
inside of me
Come by O thoughts
O beautiful ones I cry
One could not deny
One of those peaceful times
Through windows it must've come
Through angelic light it rung.
Into my cranium it crawled
And O the beauty I saw...
The Cutters of Souls
They're circling around us
in various appearances
We hope we'll never meet them,
the Cutters of Souls
They appear to us as words,
words hurting you with horrifying force
Because they're spoken by loved ones,
what we never expected of course
They appear to us as silence,
One moment, thoroughly chosen.
Silence speaking the most painful words
Cutting your soul into pieces, frozen.
They appear to us as deeds,
deeds so painful and hollow,
confronting us with a truth
We preferred we' d never known.
So cherish your happiness,
be aware of their presence.
The couriers of grief
The Cutters of Souls
One of a kind
You are friendly, kind and caring
Sensitive, loyal and understanding
Humorous, fun, secure and true
Always there... yes that's you.
Special, accepting, exciting and wise
Truthful and helpful, with them honest eyes
Confiding, forgiving, cheerful and bright
Yes that's you... not one bit of spite.
You're one of a kind, different from others
Generous, charming, but not one that smothers
Optimistic, thoughtful, happy and fine
But not just another... in the long chain.
Appreciative, warm and precious like gold
Our friendship won't tarnish or ever grow old
You'll always be there, I know that is true
I'll always be here... always for you.
The night theater of dreams
Dreams, a performance in the theater of night
A blend of consciousness and subconsciousness
experienced as realistic
Where your deepest wishes can come true
as a mixture of fiction and reality
Where the unimaginable is transformed into
a truth that is only there to find
Where exiled fears and threats find their stage
to intimidate you unexpected
Where performances of the past allow themselves
to manipulate your psyche with endless repetitions
Where you wake up , your heart beating in strong pulses
and suddenly it makes you realize
it isn't real. I'm here, in my bed
That moment can give you such a great relief
But sometimes it's plain cruelty ....