tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50005398800467373872023-11-16T04:01:27.239-08:00The Poet's Tree1Green Thumbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960796089036943537noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000539880046737387.post-22284694795190415592008-11-09T00:09:00.000-08:002009-01-17T21:06:23.958-08:00I Was Wrong<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Past</span> in the memory the landscape etched<br />Younger times auctioned to the highest<br />Primitive minutes spent in purest aw<br />The strike of a line the pressure rises<br /><br />Ripped away as it thought<br />Yet all revealed the cards always show<br />Decisions made intent on the prize<br />Battle as you must to reach yours1Green Thumbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960796089036943537noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000539880046737387.post-48294368049096513402008-09-22T21:50:00.000-07:002008-10-14T22:46:46.048-07:00Worry<span style="font-weight: bold;">The hurried rustle pushes us forward</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">What dawn has yet to bring, mind sets</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Even tattered thin papers weigh down the scales</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The present darkened, as the future blinds</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">While the carelessness of small digits can never be replaced</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">A slowed down stream burns, sets the moment</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The tomorrow's winds will test our rigs true</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Today's script lies though, still yet unwritten</span>1Green Thumbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960796089036943537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000539880046737387.post-22291838850988123962008-08-25T23:19:00.000-07:002008-10-14T22:47:42.953-07:00Doubt<span style="font-weight: bold;">Raining down upon us like hailstones sharp</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Fear of mirror's shards the memories imprinted in time</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">To not know the future, but sulk on the suggested obvious yet again</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">A successful failure your only goal in blinded, lazy sight</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Countless reasons help construct the sieged walls as before</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Yet these same words have struck the passages towards the keep</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Not one of ask nothing left, but the glasses always higher in the horizon's end</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">For surely the worse has been written before our books dried their black ink,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Your same kind drowned in the sunken sands alone and humanly hopeless</span>1Green Thumbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960796089036943537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000539880046737387.post-4215279100926956112008-08-17T23:28:00.000-07:002008-11-09T00:25:29.522-08:00Apathy<span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >Smiling as you watch the house burn down from the inside<br />Countless sheep tamed more than nature would intend<br />Thoughts swayed by the constant flickering of lights<br />Your small radius controlled, comfortably enough<br /><br />A stomach fully processed while the others hollow<br />A soul judged not by worth, but the money in their sands<br />Decisions waisted as time dances on in pure spite of all who stand<br />For the knowingly guilty cannot claim </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" >ignorance</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" > when all is shown before</span>1Green Thumbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960796089036943537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000539880046737387.post-81212990557332110342008-08-15T22:38:00.000-07:002008-08-19T22:08:05.214-07:00Simplier Times<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">The lines of time crossed and tangled as they extend</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Memories lose ground as the horizon steadily approaches</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Our unstoppable backlog grows greater each passing day</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">But sands of life, not time should be measured in sunlight</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Each of us innocent as the stork glides us forward</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Still most just satisfied with what is presented before us</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">But forgotten are the simple treasures buried in these same sands</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">For time is ever persistent and forgets not what the truth can tell</span></span>1Green Thumbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960796089036943537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000539880046737387.post-53501639006484981072008-08-08T23:01:00.000-07:002008-08-19T22:08:57.199-07:00The War Of Man<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Unsettled bickering the hills turn red</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The price of birth questioned yet again</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Souls lost for the sake of words</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Yet the common say not a whimper</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Our carnivorous selves held back no longer</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">We extinguish with supreme excellence</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Those who stand before matter not</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Unless of course our biggest brother preach it</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The truth of the lines a hell of sorts</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Savage to the core through and through</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The metal flies as fear clouds all on the field</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Survival the only way the thirst only strengthens</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Met not once but blood shared the same</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Will against will the battle rages on</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Pulsing its blackness through our veins</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Continue or fail it is our choice, alone</span></span>1Green Thumbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960796089036943537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000539880046737387.post-74194915833251261272008-05-12T22:18:00.001-07:002008-08-19T22:11:13.195-07:00The Eyes Never Change<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnRx87JolCJXIl0rUeGT9xknarjgaLBw6fmQbCP9Lnvj8FHOuaO9S25TEbofyn6LDX9kOilHTip39AKULWX1OxpSC2l8Geu_U7MW7aIsKKTDpfeFwXJa_-HAMfOCOqZ2PoNq3MCkmI38an/s1600-h/childs+eyes.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnRx87JolCJXIl0rUeGT9xknarjgaLBw6fmQbCP9Lnvj8FHOuaO9S25TEbofyn6LDX9kOilHTip39AKULWX1OxpSC2l8Geu_U7MW7aIsKKTDpfeFwXJa_-HAMfOCOqZ2PoNq3MCkmI38an/s400/childs+eyes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199734356553726290" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" >Rich or poor, our blood flows the same</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" >Yet we watch the reporter tell us which life matters more</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" >Is it one in a small village that happens daily?</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" >Or one in an office building, innocent none the less</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" >Mother nature denied, turned evil by man's mistrust</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" >The rapture of a small midwest town, or an entire colony of humans absent by the modern eye?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" >Balanced we might say, but our perceived medium falls quite short</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" >For the unchecked travesties continue to lay plague on the unwatched earth</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" >A universal child's eyes tells the story of generations to come</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" >If only all of us could see this faultless expression, we would truly understand</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" >Photography by </span><a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.jpgmag.com/photos/629229">Nenad Djedovic</a>1Green Thumbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960796089036943537noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000539880046737387.post-57921643193620784612008-04-30T00:33:00.000-07:002008-07-16T22:53:03.974-07:00LifeNever what you expect, but always what you deserve<br />Joyous innocence, painful realizations, love eternal, or a slight variation of sorts<br />Running to reach it, but just behind, too true it would seem<br />What is right, or what is generally accepted, does it matter in their eyes?<br /><br />Transition to reality, monetary goods the focal point<br />A fine auto or luxury stone to boot?<br />Your number grows as your chips extend exponentially<br />The silver spoon perched high for all your kind to see<br /><br />White strikes your beard as reflection shows true<br />Regret, remorse, and past moments of general apathy rule your thoughts<br />What could you have ever done to change the endless battle?<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">After all</span>, they have always known you better than yourself, right?<br /><br />What have my countryman done? A display so vial!<br />To rob them of so much, for the simple spread of our colors<br />Will I ever know the truth, or be forever sheltered by the shade of the trees?<br />The hourglass almost empty, the goodness of our true self must be revealed...1Green Thumbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960796089036943537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000539880046737387.post-34814678583898685472008-04-27T20:34:00.000-07:002008-08-19T22:18:06.006-07:00The Devil In The Road<span style="font-weight: bold;">Another day was passing, as they always seem to do</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">My head was in the sky, with the eagles and the blue</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Such vial destruction and chaos stood before</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Of loss, pain, and that god-awful whore</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Trying to forget, as many men do</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Through the bottle, friends, and you know who</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">But this day was different, unlike the rest</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">As we rounded the corner, I became quite distressed</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">What stood before me, I wasn't quite sure</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">But his shadowy figure was evil, quite pure</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The goosebumps came like a brisk frosty wind</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">And I wondered what he'd done to emit so much sin</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Slowly we moved on towards this figure of black</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">A force pulled us in and there was no turning back</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">My blood turned cold and my eyes set aflame</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">That blasted demon seemed to know my true name</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Just then in the distance, a shimmering light</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">A small beckon of refuge shone through the night</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I had gone too far though, I was quite sure</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">To make it to, God's kingdom of pure</span>1Green Thumbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960796089036943537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000539880046737387.post-19566526520929250912008-03-21T22:29:00.000-07:002008-08-19T22:20:13.865-07:00Untitled<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Dumbed down by the music television</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Our generation marches out into the unknown</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Desensitized of all, our thoughts tend to drift</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Future or past it matters not</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Apathy has replaced common sense</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Our peers fall to pieces one by one</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">To turn over the rock exposes the worms</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Our only hope is a blinding light that somehow changes the mix</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Red tape has covered our eyes and bound our hands</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">The sensing greed has only heighten</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">As the hourglass falls nothing changes but the weather</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Even while most sit and suffer in silence</span>1Green Thumbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960796089036943537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000539880046737387.post-59642702736349903152008-02-06T22:32:00.000-08:002008-08-19T22:16:18.648-07:00Old Friends<span style="font-weight: bold;">There is nothing quite like a name to prickle the brain</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Of all the times past and how we've carved our tomorrow</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The mind certainly tends to work in mysterious ways</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hiding back these memories just under the skin</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">We daydream of days past that are forever etched in granite</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Yet persist in the shadows just out of site, but never of mind</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">A younger time full of the glory of pure ignorance</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">When all was simpler and without any regret or true consequence</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Endless thoughts flood back to us with just a name</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">To forget is purely human, but to remember</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">That can be truly divine...</span>1Green Thumbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960796089036943537noreply@blogger.com0