Words now spoken can’t be broken
Broken words have still been spoken
Actions taken leave you aching
Aching actions can’t be untaken
Feelings shaken can’t be stopped
Stopping feelings? can’t be blocked
Broken record, record broken
Broken words have still been spoken
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Habits Formed
Habits formed, habits gained
Worst of which will remain
Sleeping in, eating late
Eating junk, miss the date
Smoked one drag, now a pack
Deadline missed total slack
C’mon man get with the plan
You know you should
You know you can
Run a mile, now not a step
A game of poker, now in debt
Sitting straight, now a slouch
Deadline missed, missed your lunch
Promise made, taken back
“Won’t be late”, total crap
C’mon, man get with the plan
You know you should
You know you can
“Yes, I can”, but you will not
“All is clean” you missed a spot
Always late, procrastinate
Simple deadline never made
Single chance on golden plate
Procrastinate? No one will wait
C’mon, man get with the plan
You know you should
You know you can
Worst of which will remain
Sleeping in, eating late
Eating junk, miss the date
Smoked one drag, now a pack
Deadline missed total slack
C’mon man get with the plan
You know you should
You know you can
Run a mile, now not a step
A game of poker, now in debt
Sitting straight, now a slouch
Deadline missed, missed your lunch
Promise made, taken back
“Won’t be late”, total crap
C’mon, man get with the plan
You know you should
You know you can
“Yes, I can”, but you will not
“All is clean” you missed a spot
Always late, procrastinate
Simple deadline never made
Single chance on golden plate
Procrastinate? No one will wait
C’mon, man get with the plan
You know you should
You know you can
Sunday, December 9, 2007
Wrongfully reflected
Of living life on lovers nest, of loving lovers we attest. Of meaning memories mark our heart, miserable moments mark it hard. Of happy hearts heard from afar, howling hoards non-healing scars. Of confidence cast a cunning course, confinding caserns hold our remorse. Of freedom feeling finally found, forcefully fixed upon the ground. Of troubled times and tables turned, tar and feather tailored returned. Beyond the falling feathers flown, freeing freedom hardened stone.
Somethinz Gotta Give
When we’re working hard around the clock
And every opportunity a buck
When hours pass like minutes gone
And plane rides are no longer fun
When we plan to see our kid’s first play
And we are constantly away
We tell ourselves everyday
As it, all starts to slip away
Somethinz Gotta Give
In this life, we chose to live
When loads on our shoulders increase
Responsibilities never seize
When we try very hard to exercise
To reduce the stress in our own lives
When we stretch ourselves to make ends meet
And we can’t stand on our own feet
We tell ourselves in everyday
As it, all starts to slip away
Somethinz Gotta Give
In this life, we chose to live
When we miss to see our lovers smile
And the chance to hold them once in a while
When the life we had is slipping away
And we can’t control our every day
When our memories begin to fade
Can’t tuck the kids cause we are late
There is nothing left for us to say
Our life we have let go astray
We’ve given in to something done
We’ve gotta give but they are gone
And every opportunity a buck
When hours pass like minutes gone
And plane rides are no longer fun
When we plan to see our kid’s first play
And we are constantly away
We tell ourselves everyday
As it, all starts to slip away
Somethinz Gotta Give
In this life, we chose to live
When loads on our shoulders increase
Responsibilities never seize
When we try very hard to exercise
To reduce the stress in our own lives
When we stretch ourselves to make ends meet
And we can’t stand on our own feet
We tell ourselves in everyday
As it, all starts to slip away
Somethinz Gotta Give
In this life, we chose to live
When we miss to see our lovers smile
And the chance to hold them once in a while
When the life we had is slipping away
And we can’t control our every day
When our memories begin to fade
Can’t tuck the kids cause we are late
There is nothing left for us to say
Our life we have let go astray
We’ve given in to something done
We’ve gotta give but they are gone
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Intro...
This is the first poem I wrote since I started writing again - http://tmustxpress.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-from-start-when-we-are-born.html
after that point life has taken turns that I couldn't have ever imagined...
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