my poems
Here's a few poems I wrote when I was a kid about 25 years ago.
Man
Who dares define the essence of life
Who's hatred over powers remorse
Who will sow the seeds of tomorrows child
When contempt has harvested yesterdays
Who are you to condemn anothers belief
To judge , yet not the faults of your own
To tread the soil where others have slept
And bury your flags in the remains of their past
To turn a blind eye on he who has less
Yet envy he who has established more
Just who are you , who gets fat off the land
Who taxes the inner depths of his brothers soul
Excuses are made for those who reflect
In the waters beneath the bridge where you peer
And trust is the unwritten word in the book
Of the man who likes to write all his own rules
For one so blind to the love of his kin
The teachers of life have yet to be taught
A loser in the making
Another days hand is waved high in retreat
The last whisper in the hour has surrendered it's dying beat
And as the sun is succumbed to the final shaddow in the street
I sit alone and cry ; what have I done ?
Another hustle in the pool room , cigarette stumps in the tray
Another reminiscent moment , as my dreams all fade away
And as I write , the words get harder with every line I try to say
I sit alone and cry ; what should I have done ?
I'm standing at the crossroads , all the signs just read the same
You know you've got to have the best hand if you're going to win the game
But I'm not sure that I've got a single Ace card to my name
So I'll sit and think about what could be done
I'm just a loser in the making on the edge of defeat
Turning pages of a long book , barely written , incomplete
Walking circles in a never ending struggle to compete
Against the soaked up self pity of what little I have done
Yet memories of yesterday are not things I seek to keep
For the benefits of looking back are seldom there to reep
And I'll have my finest hour as I'm curled up fast asleep
As I dream of future things that will be done
And here's a website with me playing guitar on a few tracks ( best in phones )
www.myspace.com/flat357
