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9/28/2008 10:58:58 PM workin on a new type of blues / poem by me...  

tomiscluutch
Columbia, SC
age: 20


workin on a new type of blues...

In a shell of glass, home to me....
A remnant of what... I used to be...
A sight for sore eyes, a new aged man...
Trying, for what it's worth, to do what i can.
Like always, i try to play the hero...
But again... come up scoring zero.
And for me to know the truth of it all...
and still not be able... to make the call.

What a corpse i am for the living breed...
to seek the truth, and never succeed.
I work... I breathe... To give... and to gain.
To stand here... praying... for all the rain.
For the storm to pass and to pave my way...
because so much has changed since yesterday.

I ask myself, like i always do...
what do i want... could it be you?
But im so far away from all i knew...
that something else is felt, and i know it's true.
A new turn of my pages... A chapter if you will...
Life and love move on... no more standing still.

9/30/2008 12:49:47 AM workin on a new type of blues / poem by me...  

tomiscluutch
Columbia, SC
age: 20


worried...

i get tired.
oh so tired, of living in this world.
I get worn...
so worn down, by working with this load.
but i remember,
i have to remember.
that it'll all be okay.
for tonight may be bad,
tomorrow could be the same...
but the sun will return...
and bleach clean these stains

Give me a lil bit more

Somehow I've seen the lighter side of things,
A place where heaven and hell coexist.
Life in breathing toxic fumes that keep you alive forever.
Be forewarned that this place holds the key.
To a door no man shall ever open.
And i have reached this other side...
this dark place of brilliant white light,
and in my dreams ive walked its halls.
To reach the end before the beginning only to fall...
fall from grace like a crack addicted angel.
And slam my face on the bible of the right hand...
and see in front of St. Peter, the son of sam.
Again snatched away to a place where im dry,
but all around me there pours the rain.
So i worried about my being sane, and
from the distance avoided this train.
That will soon derail on my crooked
path to hell.

9/30/2008 2:20:28 PM workin on a new type of blues / poem by me...  

sedonaace
Phoenix, AZ
age: 58


b The peace of the morning
The smoothness of you leg
The birds dancing on the due of the grass
My memories of last night

You are lying so still
Wore out, but still that smile
coming on with the early sun
Memories of hours before
Still linger with the smell of wetness
That oozed down the excitment of the moment

You roll over, you sense me
You smell me, so sweet is the smell
Arousel of things to keep of the memories
The night before.

You have my excitement captured
Ready to bring it out when you are feeling blue
My smell, thoughts, touch, our connection
bottled up, and keep for safe keeping

Women, you are making me into the man
I know I can be
A gentleman, so concern, so much relief
So much pent up emotions
gathering for another attack of
God's power of love, adventure and peace
Let it not die, let it be born again
You and I are the US.
You and I are the final outcome
To what is to be.
US!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

9/30/2008 5:54:24 PM workin on a new type of blues / poem by me...  

tomiscluutch
Columbia, SC
age: 20


intense man