The music hits and off i go
My feet hit the ground
The wind so cool on my face and in my hair
The motion charges me
Each time my foots hit the pavement
The music pumps in my ears
The beats are hard and heavy
Like my feet as they push me forward
My muscles tighten and energy rips through them
Pick it up pick it up
My second wind kicks in and it's euphoric
The sweat drips off my face and crackles with energy
Just a little further
The music beats with the energy of my body
I can see it in my sights
Don't stop now
My legs push on and my arms tighten up
This is not where i want to stop
I push on a little further
I stop and am very tired
but filled with so much energy
Friday, February 26, 2010
Ca$h
My hands are bloodied from work
but the thing$ i have are here for me.
My time is $pent so far away
and not with whom I love.
The dollars can $tifle your heart
and cover your eyes.
Can it truly buy happine$$?
It can truly take it away.
A pauper has the time
to be a richer man than I.
And when im long and gone
what will be my worth?
measured in happiness
and not the size of my pur$e.
but the thing$ i have are here for me.
My time is $pent so far away
and not with whom I love.
The dollars can $tifle your heart
and cover your eyes.
Can it truly buy happine$$?
It can truly take it away.
A pauper has the time
to be a richer man than I.
And when im long and gone
what will be my worth?
measured in happiness
and not the size of my pur$e.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Edge
An oldie but goodie. i wrote waaaaay back when i was in high school.this one is actually in the national library of poetry.
For some it is honor
For some it is skill
For some it is an instrument of death
Its use is historic
Holding importance in war
For over a life time
Its skill is awesome
In the hands of a master
Its purpose more consuming
than a simple pull of a trigger
It demands skill
Concentration and discipline,
It separates the strong from the weak
On the battle field
For some it is honor
For some it is skill
For some it is an instrument of death
Its use is historic
Holding importance in war
For over a life time
Its skill is awesome
In the hands of a master
Its purpose more consuming
than a simple pull of a trigger
It demands skill
Concentration and discipline,
It separates the strong from the weak
On the battle field
Monday, February 15, 2010
Friends
You’ve held me up when I could not stand
You always stood by my side and held my hand
Your ear was always there
Even In your silence I know you care
Your affection and love was there and more
Even though that’s never what I asked for
You are what defines a real friend
Someone who helps my wounds mend
With all the scars carried through life
You always helped with the strife
I can never repay you for all the help you’ve given me
But I had to let you know your support was key
And so I write these words
For my loving sith lords
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