You died on a Tuesday
a stray bullet to the head
over 20 bucks
and a dime bag
You were born with no one to lend a hand
father left right before you were born
mom always chasing the hit
and yet you pressed on
fighting to survive
you were near the top of your class
with a profound love of mathematics
they wrote about your death in the papers
calling it a devastation a tragedy
reform being demanded
but it never came
You faded away
You will never know how pretty you were
how your eyes danced in the moonlight
sparkling in the innocence of youthful days
you were buried at the bottom of a hill
near a cherry tree
only one tear was cried that day
You will never come to see your true self
the kind sweet compassionate soul
That lived within you
and
you
only showed
to me
I sit and wonder often
how your doing now
if you made it
If I will see you there
when I pass on
In life you were there
to help me make it through
I still need you Holly
to help me see life through
I never told you
how much I loved you
Part of my soul died that tuesday
its body has yet
to be
found
the murderer got away
Rest In Peace,
my one
my only
my Holly.
Common Mans Poetry
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Far away
Pardon me Mr Coleridge,
but I am a man on business from Porlock,
I dearly hope I wasn’t interrupting anything,
but I was sent to tell you,
that you have some matters of mundane importance
to take care of,
it will only take a few minutes of your time,
then you can get back to whatever it is,
that you were doing for the night.
but I am a man on business from Porlock,
I dearly hope I wasn’t interrupting anything,
but I was sent to tell you,
that you have some matters of mundane importance
to take care of,
it will only take a few minutes of your time,
then you can get back to whatever it is,
that you were doing for the night.
Monday, March 21, 2011
A deity cometh
I am the alpha and the omega,
the beginning and end
there is none before me
nor after me
I am the light at the end of the tunnel
and the passageway to misery
I am what make roses red,
I am what defines red
i am nothing without you
i am everything with you
I am in control
i am omnipotent
Do not fear me
for i am your thought.
the beginning and end
there is none before me
nor after me
I am the light at the end of the tunnel
and the passageway to misery
I am what make roses red,
I am what defines red
i am nothing without you
i am everything with you
I am in control
i am omnipotent
Do not fear me
for i am your thought.
To my love
To my love
Be not afraid
let us take this walk together
Take my hand and walk with me
Let me be your guide
To my love
Let me in
Share with me Your problems Your concerns
Your hopes and dreams
Let me be a friend a confidante
Know that your safe with me
Know that you will be warm with me
To my love
Let me be the one who makes you laugh
Let me be the shoulder to cry on
let me be the light and the love
The heart and the soul
The one you depend on
Let me be your guide
Be not afraid
let us take this walk together
Take my hand and walk with me
Let me be your guide
To my love
Let me in
Share with me Your problems Your concerns
Your hopes and dreams
Let me be a friend a confidante
Know that your safe with me
Know that you will be warm with me
To my love
Let me be the one who makes you laugh
Let me be the shoulder to cry on
let me be the light and the love
The heart and the soul
The one you depend on
Let me be your guide
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