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Tuesday, July 9, 2013
Saturday, June 29, 2013
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Something
I dug a hole today
and planted a tree
I have no clue why
except that something told me to do it
Is this the same something
that tells people to do other crazy things
Does everyone have something inside
telling them what to do
Like go for a walk or
smoke a cigarette
I hope that one day
my something doesnt tell me
to jump off a bridge
or shoot someone
What makes someone's something
want to hurt themselves
or someone else
Does my something want me
to get a cup of coffee or
take a shit
or is that something else
There is a huge difference between
something and something else..
Something tells me to do
indiscriminate things
Something else tells me
I better do something or else..
Something told me to sit
and write this
Something else is telling me to
get the fuck up and go to work
Something brings me pleasure
Something else fulfills my needs
Something is just fucking with me
or is that something else..
Something keeps bothering me when
I should be doing something else..
Something tells me to say screw off
Something else tells me to say
Have a nice day..
I like hanging with something
but something keeps telling me
to listen to something else..
How the hell did I get started
on this
I started writing a poem about
planting a tree
Must be something in the air
or maybe something else..
Robert
2013
and planted a tree
I have no clue why
except that something told me to do it
Is this the same something
that tells people to do other crazy things
Does everyone have something inside
telling them what to do
Like go for a walk or
smoke a cigarette
I hope that one day
my something doesnt tell me
to jump off a bridge
or shoot someone
What makes someone's something
want to hurt themselves
or someone else
Does my something want me
to get a cup of coffee or
take a shit
or is that something else
There is a huge difference between
something and something else..
indiscriminate things
Something else tells me
I better do something or else..
Something told me to sit
and write this
Something else is telling me to
get the fuck up and go to work
Something brings me pleasure
Something else fulfills my needs
Something is just fucking with me
or is that something else..
Something keeps bothering me when
I should be doing something else..
Something tells me to say screw off
Something else tells me to say
Have a nice day..
I like hanging with something
but something keeps telling me
to listen to something else..
How the hell did I get started
on this
I started writing a poem about
planting a tree
or maybe something else..
Robert
2013
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
White Turns Into Blue
open up my window
sun comes shining in
can't seem to remember
what day it is
or where
the hell I've been
the trees wave
against the clouds
as white turns
into blue
I lean back
against my chair
thinking thoughts
of you
Robert
2013
sun comes shining in
can't seem to remember
what day it is
or where
the hell I've been
the trees wave
against the clouds
as white turns
into blue
I lean back
against my chair
thinking thoughts
of you
Robert
2013
Sunday, January 27, 2013
As It Goes
the leaves are spotted
brown and black
the stem is long and narrow
at its base a crocus blooms
a branch leans towards the sun
the pot is black
the soil is brown
it used to be my fathers
like the man whose time is spent
the plant looks old and barren
the old mans face
is grey and worn
his body bent and sorrowed
at his feet a young boy stands
with eyes that see tomorrow
Robert
2013
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Lifes Too Short
I started writing this years ago and debated whether I would post it. We have all lost someone special in our lives...this is for that person.
Last time I saw her she was walking out the door
How was I to know I'd see her no more
Now I'm all alone with nowhere to go
Life's too short and I'm too slow
Last time we spoke you had flowers in your hair
You were telling me how life was so unfair
Now you are gone and I'm all alone
Life's too short and I just sit here at home
Last time you came to me I was lying in my bed
You were beautiful as a vision in my head
Now I'm all alone with no one to love
Cause you're an angel flying high above
I pray to God every day down on my knees
That maybe one day you'll come back to me
It hurt so bad when I heard that you were gone
Life's too short to spend it all alone
Robert
Last time I saw her she was walking out the door
How was I to know I'd see her no more
Now I'm all alone with nowhere to go
Life's too short and I'm too slow
Last time we spoke you had flowers in your hair
You were telling me how life was so unfair
Now you are gone and I'm all alone
Life's too short and I just sit here at home
Last time you came to me I was lying in my bed
You were beautiful as a vision in my head
Now I'm all alone with no one to love
Cause you're an angel flying high above
I pray to God every day down on my knees
That maybe one day you'll come back to me
It hurt so bad when I heard that you were gone
Life's too short to spend it all alone
Robert
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