Some little poems
More are always coming... a work in progress, as life progresses
Bridge poem
sweet tolerance lost
Words In Vain
Bridge poem during a dry wrap, the original casuals on the crossroads bridge magic, baby! Come, it’s urgent meeting- let’s witness magic baby
Sweet Tolerance lost Sweet tolerance lost. Silence hits the air like thunder. The wind howls a mad gray. It hits suddenly- a Kaleidoscope of knowing- Not all flowers bloom pretty Laughter is just a matter of time Sweet Tolerance lost Then it feels wasted. sweet nights, sitting talking to the stars, with you and all the bright lights inside and out
WORDS IN VAIN Words in vain Stuck down your throat We speak to play We sugarcoat I’m so sick of Being careful and hungry. I’m so sick of Being careful and hungry Excuses man, Empty promises A priceless vase You went and tipped it I’m so sick of Being careful and hungry. I’m so sick of Being careful and hungry. The scales are broke Worn out and rusted You’re a joke Can’t be trusted Get out of my space You weird me out Tolerance lost Get out of my face I'm so sick of Being careful and hungry I'm so sick of Being careful and hungry
