tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50254573259824360812011-11-27T16:24:45.102-08:00Poetry from a F~up's point of view...F~ed Up Poethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18130443425990443824noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025457325982436081.post-77137762779187087352010-12-19T08:05:00.001-08:002010-12-19T08:10:06.255-08:002010-12-19T08:10:06.255-08:00Solitude can end your way of thinking<br />It can break the fragile base of everything<br />Your spirit stands for<br />It can end the way you look at your<br />Own reflection, your thoughts become a prison<br />Your heartbeats become torture<br />Like a clock that makes you realize<br />All you heart is here for… your demise<br />Taking away the time like the hands<br />On the clock, always going forward and<br />Toward the end, of our time<br />Solitude can remind your mind with signs<br /><br />Solitude can push you down when you need<br />To rise, it can make you slip indeed<br />To walk is life… but solitude does breed<br />The soul for the love, to not need<br />It anymore, how will it ever feed?<br />The famine is so intense you bleed<br />Inside feeling chained you need to be freed<br /><br />Solitude can help you learn<br />Solitude can make your mind extract the burn<br />Solitude can turn your pain into a gain<br />But again and again I felt the rain<br />Solitude can help contain<br />All that pours and drowns the brain<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025457325982436081-7713776277918708735?l=thegoodman09.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/f2FJrT5VvCkgsjbgUKfC-cmOoBE/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/f2FJrT5VvCkgsjbgUKfC-cmOoBE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/f2FJrT5VvCkgsjbgUKfC-cmOoBE/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/f2FJrT5VvCkgsjbgUKfC-cmOoBE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhyDogoodGuysAlwaysGetCrappedOn/~4/JuY2FWUvPaU" height="1" width="1"/>F~ed Up Poethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18130443425990443824noreply@blogger.com0http://thegoodman09.blogspot.com/2010/12/solitary-confinement.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025457325982436081.post-52927244574112053922010-12-18T16:40:00.000-08:002010-12-18T17:43:20.648-08:002010-12-18T17:43:20.648-08:00Real Patriots?<br /><br />The value of my eyes<br />Are the ones everyone cries <br />Dies and lives about<br />Standing in the Fire I sweat out <br />My sins, but in the Desert<br />The heat never rests, I must desert<br />The idea that I might only have a couple<br />For every time I bleed or cry for her supple<br />Kiss, these sins sense freedom since<br />There is only one way out, as I stay incensed <br />With my thoughts frying in the Heat<br />Watching everyone’s defeats<br /><br />And triumphs over their own minds<br />Mine, I just see and hear kinds <br />Of stories through the breeze when it finds<br />My ears, we drink and wonder about mankind’s <br />Strength and how will we ever get back home<br />Get back home, when I get back home<br />I will stop to get some, When I get back home<br />I will buy everything, even though<br />When I get back home, I will have no dough<br />When I get back home, desperate words<br />For our last resort, this my friends is for the Birds<br />That’s my mantra, that’s my motto, my epitaph, my words<br /><br />Let’s go help, go help, who speaks these words<br />These poor people they need our help, For the birds!<br />Who are we to step in front of a book with our metal gear<br />And say we will fix thousands of years<br />In only a few with lead and treaties<br />How vain are we? That I am not, but I did sign my treaty<br />Well yes, here is the truth…I’m hungry<br />Kids hungry, glossy eyes look at you and say “I need help”<br />Okay I’ll sign, “When do I get help”<br />That’s my story, Help to feed the seeds<br /><br />Not patriotism, college money or tradition, just need<br />To take some time to make a dime and not for greed<br />Tired of being out there, so I hid behind the flag<br />Pride swallowed, Hey flag! P.S. need help, gonna gag<br />On mac-n-cheese, I’m not a whiner or a griper <br />But I heard one say, these food stamps don’t buy diapers<br />Baby, she’s going to be proud of me! For the Birds…<br />She would be the same if you listened to her words<br />And drink her empty dollar store cups<br />Oh your daddy loves you, but I got to go pop<br />Some heat off in the name of freedom<br />For the Birds! Freedom! Freedom? Is in rare form<br /><br />For the 40’s, 50’s and 60’s died for it, not us clones<br /><br />They were heroes, Tuskegee, The Cherokee, The North<br />Freedom they cried as they died, we just move forth<br />In the name of what? Don’t make me say it<br />I will, my twins go and spray it then lay it<br />On the line, for what? For freedom to ring<br />For the kings to buy and sell expensive things <br />All I see is the Emancipated boy that carries his toy<br />Like he is on top of the world, when heat deploys<br />That same boy reverts to asking for momma<br />I have never asked for mine but the drama<br />Will make me one day, never knowing when to ask for her<br />Flip it, they have said goodbye to theirs, and looking for her<br /><br />All I see is hurt wives and jilted men find comfort in each stare<br />Faith and vows were checked at the Airport, and a care there<br />Would leave you bare so the package comes with care<br />Fragile is the one who opens up the letters and reads the wear<br />This career, huh…career, has left on them to bare<br />I try to hold them down, but fear is stronger than flare<br />“Act like you have done this before“, at night you show your cards<br />And read them low, so no one knows how your love did blow the barge<br />For the birds! We signed it, now survive it<br />Please pray for those who have not passed yet, but<br /><br />It don’t matter to me, pray for my son, hoping he don’t<br />Stray and spray someone because of missing me, I won’t<br />Need it, pray for my girls and hope they learn self respect<br />And their mother shows them how to stand alone and let<br />It slide and walk away, Do not pray for me<br />Pray for my Bride, hope that she can find love once more and frees<br />Herself of the loneliness, anger and remorse<br />This pen will tell her how I am doing, but force<br />Her to see this, so she knows how I am<br />Baby I am fine, Love you, take care of them<br /><br />Are we real patriots fighting for this?<br />No fighting for something, some just don’t know what it is<br />A request before they put me in that distant hole<br />I want my box draped with Verde, Blanco y Rojo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025457325982436081-5292724457411205392?l=thegoodman09.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zOgvuu_eY1OWqtyU3vyxydbVBFQ/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zOgvuu_eY1OWqtyU3vyxydbVBFQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zOgvuu_eY1OWqtyU3vyxydbVBFQ/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zOgvuu_eY1OWqtyU3vyxydbVBFQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhyDogoodGuysAlwaysGetCrappedOn/~4/XPuQpuNvV1A" height="1" width="1"/>F~ed Up Poethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18130443425990443824noreply@blogger.com0http://thegoodman09.blogspot.com/2010/12/poems-from-and-to-and-thru-heart.html