INSPIRATION

INSPIRATION

(M. R. Robare)

Words bleed onto to paper

From wounds torn in my mind

Black on white read scarlet

My poems pain defined

My pen is like a razor

Lancing my despair

Revealing all my secret truths

That spoken words won’t dare

All I wanted was someone

To love me for myself

To see beyond the man outside

The travesty of wealth

I can not right for fortune

Nor well enough for fame

I write to save my sanity

My words reveal my shame

I cannot seek out riches

Sell my soul for gold

All I have of any worth

Has already been sold

Others read my rhyming lines

And think my writing grand

They never see beyond the words

To the bloodstains on their hands

Each word is torn out screaming

From some place deep inside

My poems have no mercy

For the things I’d rather hide

I can write of many things

I could never say out loud

The times I hurt and want to weep

Lost times when I was proud

I am no more a hero

Nor even a success

I’m just a faded shadow

And sometimes even less

So I bleed words onto paper

And speak how I have failed

Black on white read scarlet

From wounds I have unveiled

Yes, I purge my pain in writing

But no one ever sees

The blood upon my paper

Of my mediocrity

Another great poem by another great poet.  He really captures exactly how the amature poet feels.... speaking as an amature poet myself.  When I was younger the words would haunt me as I slept.  I always kept a pen and paper beside the bed so I could write whenever the urge struck.  Now that I am a little older other things haunt me.  Work, The kids, Marriage.  There is little room for poems and songs to flutter in at will.  It requires more effort these days.  But in those younger days it was like I wasn't even writing them.... I was just the pen and my pain.... the inspiration.

The Child Within Me Cries



The child within me cries

The person within me lies

The mother within me tries

The will within me dies

The dreamer within me dreams

The anger within me screams

The joy within me ceases

My loneliness increase

Your hold around me tightens

My heartbeat slowly lightens

And as I quickly die

The child within me cries

 

I'm not sure but I think I may have been high when I wrote this.... ahh for the days of youth...  It's funny how we see things when we're younger.  Willing to take chances we'd never take now.  Hell passing a vehicle on the highway makes me tense up!  And it's not that we're braver when we're younger.... We're stupid!  We know so little about life... we know so little about death.  But now that I have kids I see everything as deadly...  dont run with a pencil!  Don't climb on the couch!  It's slippery outside!  Be Careful!  When did I become my mother?

KINGS

Soon everything will be fabricated

Computerised and complicated

Disorganised and unamusing

Digital and too confusing

Chemicals to keep things fresh

Diseases eating at our flesh

Our animals are dropping dead

And the people to which their fed

Soon we'll swim in tile beaches

Get rid of all the sand and leaches

And still they just will never learn

The cancer's born in what they burn

What they make and what they spray

What they plant in early may

What they preserve and what they sell

And then they'll wonder why they fell

For man will destroy himself with time

Disease will eat away inside

When it all comes crashing down

Remember we all wore the crown

We're all guilty, don't pass the blame

All responsible for what's became

We buy all their precious treats

Complain about our smallest feats

Smoke their poisons, drink disease

Buy their sprays and kill the trees

Drive machines, destroy the air

Most of us don't even care

Too late we'll all realise

We've all destroyed our children's lives

And when it all comes crashing down

Remember we all wore the crown

 

Earth hour is this Saturday from 8:30 to 9:30pm.  I want to participate.  Though I say this every year and I always forget about it in my barrage of TV shows.  Saturday is my catch up day.  Big Bang, Two and 1/2 men, Supernatural, Criminal minds and The Secret Circle (mmm... Gale Harold is yummy).  I get so caught up in my "story's"  sometimes I forget there is a world out there.  This year I will take part in Earth hour.... even if I do have to set my alarm clock for it.

Shades Of Blue

My whole life's been shades of blue

But now the red is coming through

The blood is boiling, anger surges

Can't ignore my violent urges

My whole life I gave my self

My soul, my time, my founded wealth

And what do I get in return

Ill gotten lies in printed word

My whole life's been lived in shame

My once good name has now been stained

Can't retract the statements made

That caused my fame to fade away

My whole life's been mocked and scorned

I've been battered, bruised and scorned

The world sees what they want to see

And so with that I can't be me

My whole life did once implode

The pieces left still now corrode

The anger starts to burrow through

And I start to lose my shades of blue

I wrote this poem in 2003, during the Michael Jackson scandal... let me say right now that if anyone posts anything Nasty about Mr. Jackson I will promptly delete their post.... so don't bother.  I tried putting myself in his shoes (assuming of course that he was innocent).  It's sad to me that if none of it was true, something I firmly believe, then his name and his reputation are forever tainted.  I wrote several more poems on this subject.  I may share them with you sometime...  but for today I thought I would share why I call myself Shades Of Blue.  If someone with such a good heart and so much talent can be turned into a shamed image, can it not happen to any of us?  This poem is about sadness turning to anger.  People go postal and though its still not excusable.... can we really blame them?

Daydreams In The Night

DAYDREAMS IN THE NIGHT

BY: JIM WCHIMES

Now we're living in a poem

Full of romance and despair

As the final breath of candlelight

Throws shadows on your hair

Well you really should be sleeping

It's not long till morning light

But you lie awake beside me

Spinning daydreams in the night

There's a mountain here before me

That I'm not afraid to scale

I'm just waiting for the weather

To allow me on the trail

I've got rainbows in my pockets

And a fire in my eyes

Come and meet me here tomorrow

I can fix your lonely sigh

There are wishes that we pray for

When we're lying here awake

And we're working out the details

For some help for goodness sake

But no matter what the outcome

Things just seem to work out right

For there's magic in the shadows

Of your daydreams in the night

You ever have those nights?  The ones where you try to go to sleep but every thought rolls around your mind whispering.  Those nights when the past haunts you, the present hurts you and the future scares you.  sometimes I wonder if those nights are key moments in our lives.  That the wishes we dream of just before we fall asleep are our true hearts desires.  As a writer I often try to put to words the feelings associated with those near slumber daydreams but have never been able to do it as eloquently as the poet above did.



Temptation

Tempt me not
For I will sin
Ask me not
Or I'll give in
Hold me not
Or I will stay
Want me not
Or I will pay

Will power.... What's that?  I have been trying to achieve some form of it since I was a teenager.  Whether with smoking, eating, men.... Its so hard to say no to things you want... I'm practically married now... no longer have to worry too much about the man thing but the food thing.... mmm cheesecake lol.... the smoking thing... life's too short to fight it I tell you :)

Hello Flin Flon

This blog is my own now :)  I used to write the women's blog but I gave up trying to write about women.... Now I want to write about me!  This blog will primarily be poems, random thoughts, things that outrage me, songs that inspire me, people that annoy me and anything else I want to Bi*!$ about :0).  So sit back and enjoy... it could be a bumpy ride!