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Fourty

Forty years and what do I have to show? 

A whole lot of heartache, 

Too many dreams I let go. 

A lot of tears I've cried, 

Feelings of worthlessness, 

A lot of hope that's died.

Bad poetry written late at night, 

Long after I should be asleep, 

I'm kept awake by this eternal fight. 

Feelings of pity and sorrow. 

Wondering if I will ever be good enough, 

Hoping for a happy tomorrow

Fourty years  with nothing to show. 

What next? 

I just don't know. 

I guess I should try to right all I've done wrong, 

Throw my depression right out the door, 

Before another 40 years is gone. 

Cause when my time is up, only my memory will be left behind. 

I don't want to be forgotten

The hands of time don't have a rewind

Fourty years, I've wasted now. 

What do I have to give the world? 

Bad poetry, a few broken dreams,

I must move on somehow. 

Throw all my pity out the door 

Live the dreams that still remain. 

Smile and pray for Fourty more. 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Growing up is optional  but growing old is mandatory 

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Brash

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Personal

"This is it,

the last time.

Not my last time,

for there will be many more,

 

but before I go,

take a second.

Or two.

As though leaving a humble abode

 

for the last time.

Or realistically,

one to be proud of,

one no need for humility.

 

A tendency to be crass, 

the one-stop coffeeshop 

that was the first building

foot stepped in,

 

the exact final destination

of a journey

across from

one Ocean to the next.

 

First impressions,

wild differences between

vernacular and tone,

'shaka brah', 

 

and an immediate inquiry

as to where the hell

I come from.

Brash,

 

but immediately warm

the very first contact

turned out to be,

only to observe

 

more than a year of stumbles,

pieces scribbled,

baristas in and out,

one to be a brother

 

calling this location

headquarters,

locomotives blaring by

in a flash of red

 

everyday.

Bicentennial

the count not of years,

but of poetic conveyance,

 

written in the soft glow

of this shop,

this shop the subject

times so often giving

 

detail to who,

what, where,

and how that one girl,

that one time,

 

smelt as she walked by.

Edited,

the time spent 

since the Spring,

 

but some things never change,

and that's how at home

I feel in this booth.

Bottoms up,

 

here's to you,

one last brew,

one last time. 

No more lines

 

to be written

here,

skate to the next place,

though it won't be the same."

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Home, closed down... I'll be wandering around town on a longboard for awhile. Two books written here at Brash Coffee, the local coffee shop I walked in the first hour of being in Chattanooga.

 

Cheers, Brash.

An Ode to Ages Ahead

With falsity and neglictory,
With lies and efiface,
With hope begone a truth,
Thy soul bounded  multiude.

Begone a hopeless dreams.
Beyond  a place unseen.
An  abyss of solitude,
Ages of things begone.

Beyond a mighty shield,
A pile moves/grows,
Not Delay  taint unclean,
Ever  vigilant of change.

An act  that lies,
Can only be ugly,
A move made already,
Cannot be taken back.

We see  an illusion.
They show a mirage.
A move already made,
And they keep it so.

Rebel Rebel hopeless soul.
Fight, Fight lest unfilled,
Through thy Red blood,
Keep the fight  alive.

Thy hand hold another,
lest be bad end.
A fight continue definite,
A fight won Indefinite.

A world unseen granted,
For those beyond grasp,
A rising sun uncovers,
For they deserve it.

And it all started,
With a single phrase,
"Let it be so."
Will it be though?

- Eventim

Author's Notes/Comments: 

With falsity and neglictory,
With lies and efiface,
With hope begone a truth,
Thy soul bounded  multiude.

Begone a hopeless dreams.
Beyond  a place unseen.
An  abyss of solitude,
Ages of things begone.

Beyond a mighty shield,
A pile moves/grows,
Not Delay  taint unclean,
Ever  vigilant of change.

An act  that lies,
Can only be ugly,
A move made already,
Cannot be taken back.

We see  an illusion.
They show a mirage.
A move already made,
And they keep it so.

Rebel Rebel hopeless soul.
Fight, Fight lest unfilled,
Through thy Red blood,
Keep the fight  alive.

Thy hand hold another,
lest be bad end.
A fight continue definite,
A fight won Indefinite.

A world unseen granted,
For those beyond grasp,
A rising sun uncovers,
For they deserve it.

And it all started,
With a single phrase,
"Let it be so."
Will it be though?

- Eventim

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Age

I don't believe I'm as old as I am

Inside im just a little kid wishing I was sixteen I wish It would of been a better sweet dream

Growing older each day is to me it seems

The saddest realization of this sinking ship

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I Wish I Could Stop Myself From Getting Any older

I wish I just could

Stop myself from

Getting any older.

 

Remeber when my dad

Would push me off 

So I could ride

My bike.

 

Or when my mom

Would show me

How to read on those 

Warm summer nights

 

And all the roads

We traveled down

To see the things

I dreamed about

 

Oh I wish just could

Stop myself from

Getting any older.

 

One day I could find a

Love and we could

Start it over

 

And maybe we could

See are selves

When we were that much young.

 

And I know just can't

Stop myself from

Getting any older

 

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Growing Up

Reminiscing about the past,

How it tends to last,

The memories of our days,

Spent living them away.

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Golden Age

Folder: 
Lovespeak

Fire is dancing

Gems are shining

Stars are falling down

Something's coming out

 

Dark road against my path

Light is shining bright

Can't ignore these signs

Should show them what I got

 

Shooting to number one

Breaking bars, having fun

Sleeping on the cloud nine

Seeking words that would rhyme

 

This is the Golden Age

I'm on the Utmost Sky

This is the Peak of Time

I'm on the Perfect Chase

 

Taking break on heartbreaks

Flying high from lakes to seas

Writing lines from tears to bliss

Bleed hard and celebrate

 

Never saw this coming

It left my soul singing

I never knew I could reach

The skydreams I once wished

 
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17

Folder: 
Lovespeak

I feel to get out of here

I feel like celebrating

Drop the confusion

Adore diversion

 

Bring out the cake,

It's a new day

We'll make the sun shine so bright,

We'll make it shine till midnight

 

We talk about our crushes

Say things with all those hushes

Before we dance around

Be free with no chains bound

 

Then we go to our classes

I put on my sunglasses

Now, my mates don't know what to call me

But all I want is to be happy

 

We know people good and bad

Some can make us really mad

Even if we see a thousand mean girls

We know life has many to offer

 

I'm feeling 17

We dance like no one's there

We dare to do those sins

We should fly to nowhere

 

Fall in love the worst way

Cry and laugh every day

Watch the stars in the sky

Wish as they shine so bright

 

Now that I'm 17

We explore many things

Before I turn 18

Let's make hell out of this

 

Facade of a clown

Seems I worry for no reason.. I fall asleep wishing for a change of season.. 

so much for surrounding yourself with "people that care" ..  we all need some fucking fresh air.

 

in matrimony you bled, everything twisted backwards..

you fled, flew away from your mistake..

she hurt you, it's something that can't be erased..

newly wed, lay in bed... with sorrow written all over your face.

 

was I but your placid escape..? like a rope thrown out to sea, for you who was drowning..

age doesn't matter, because who was counting..?

 

my thigh hurts now.. at least it's only my fault, & no one else.

funny how when people hurt you, they blame you for it..

& when you hurt them unintentionally, they still place blame.

either way, it's all the same.

so that's why I alone, will be the one to hurt myself.

you just stay the fuck away.

the damage is already done, no need for you to put me down.. i'm not a silly clown..

your laughter brings disgrace... I want to rip out your teeth... 

everything you've said to me won't be tossed to the side so willingly..

but i'll try to forget.. & let God take care of my revenge. 

 

whatever you've inflicted upon me, will come back to you.. 

you think you're so righteous, so holy.. the one & only...

you think you've crushed me...

silence will be my greatest defense.. a smile will be my shield..

i'll carry a knife, dug within this heart..

& next time you start, i'll dig it right into you.

 

this battle is far beyond our comprehension.. it's between the angels & demons, God & the devil..

so it might not look like i'm doing anything.. but I have both on my side, both defending me.

because he who knows the war runs deeper then words..

deeper then feeling.. deeper then anything you could possibly see..

will be the one winning. 

the angels know what you've done.. they touch my hand, to re-assure me of their loyalty..

the demons have a chamber for you, down in hell.. you'll be put to work, under a spell..

 

my fragile existence will not crumble..

this crippled mind will not give in... 

you'll be entranced by the spell of eternal misery...

working to pay back the debts you owe, to those whom you've put down..

criticised, judged... beneath that facade, you're the clown..