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Saturday, June 29, 2013

Not Now

life is just an instant
then it goes away

life is just a moment
no time to go astray

life is short so make it quick
get it done today



OK well maybe tomorrow..

thank you DH

Robert
2012

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

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

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