here are some poems I wrote. so as not to make this page too big after a while, i'm gonna put song lyrics i wrote at LyricsImWorkingOn. - Kim W.
[1] Untitled (as of yet) I pledge allegiance to a country that's not loyal to me This is the land of liberty but, yet I am not free They tie me down with limits and say be all you can be This is the home of the brave but, it's cowards I see Where the worth of a man is the price of his car And you're told to work hard but, you get nowhere far My methods are ridiculed cuz there not "up to par" People act like your friends but, that's not what they are Promises forsaken in the future that were made in the past The authorities keep pushing cuz they know you can't last They bend you and break you so you can fit in their cast You're getting nowhere but, you're going real fast And as honor and courage and insight fade away And there are no more places we can safely work and play Humane and Civilized describe what corrupt people do and say Funny, how I'd rather be a savage anyday [2] Descent of an Angel Cursed, hated, and feared; freely I sorrow For the Eldest, Fairest, and Fallen one. Who surely has no love for tommorow, His reign is done with the rise of the Sun. The angels did cry, the day the light died, In his heart, of the pride spawned long ago. Which served to begin the first time he tried, And forsoook what was sworn not to forgo. He is the Lord of the Starless Midnight, Spreading his chaos when and wherever. Would he strive to regain Heaven's true light? Or desire to? Never. Forever. So each day we must fight those of his rule, And him for being such a clever fool. Wow. -wanderlust ... domo arigato : ) Kim [3] Free a possibly unfinished poem more or less about unschooling. Free to leap Free to love Free to leave the crowd Free to live Free to learn Free to laugh out loud [4] River of Dreams [aka Chock Full Of Metaphors ; ) ] Time ain't on my side There's so many things That I need to, I want to do Sometimes it seems like I have forever But I don't. Only Now. Today Maybe tomorrow or the day after that You see this day, I was swept away Down the river of my dreams It was hard to hold on For I had no raft And that river, it moved So fast, so fast, too fast Yet somehow I crawled From that rough water's path And I didn't drown From the mire beneath I long to dive in that river some day As easily as the stillest pond And glance the ocean at it's end If ever the two shall meet But for now the river is too rushed for me And I have no way to navigate I pray that when I learn to swim It will not be too late [5] Shattered I'm shattered, I am broken And have no right to be Not when my shards can hurt you And send you further away from me Silence then, I will not tell you No, I'll not let you know That underneath the surface This pain in me will grow There's something I've been wondering And yes, Bono was right Can't live with or without you Cuz neither one feels right It's not that I didn't love it But, perhaps I must refuse For while there is so much to gain I've even more to lose And yet all by myself again There's naught to fill the hole That tears now ever wider And numbs my weary, wary soul I shattered, I am broken Hastily fixed with crazy glue I'll look whole on the outside But the darkness still seeps through Like water through the cracks Finely wrought on a vase once maimed Cleaned up and put back on the shelf But never again the same Back on the ledge I teeter Wondering how and when I'll fall Anger, fear, doubt and hate Send in the wrecking ball The weapon's set in motion Aim. Position. Lock and load. The catalyst is on it's course Blow out or implode? Either way I'll suffer And thus do I despair That when I fall and shatter next It'll be beyond repair [6] Sometimes Sometimes you hurt so good Sometimes you just plain hurt Sometimes you dance among the clouds Sometimes you kiss the dirt Sometimes you are a brilliant Muse Sometimes you're just inept Somtimes you're shallow as a stream Sometimes you're ocean's depth Sometimes you are the blazing sun Sometimes the silver moon Sometimes you are the knife that cuts Sometimes the stirring spoon Sometimes you feel too much to bear Sometimes not near enough Sometimes you like things soft and sweet Sometimes you like them rough Sometimes you live for bright blue days Sometimes you live for rain Sometimes you try to soothe your aches Sometimes you like the pain Sometimes your bliss is solitude Sometimes it's in the throng Sometimes you do what honor calls Sometimes you do what's wrong Sometimes you think time crawls too slow Sometimes you race the clock Sometimes you need old symphonies Sometimes you have to rock Sometimes you walk within the crowd Sometimes you cannot follow Sometimes you take the bitter pill Sometimes you cannot swallow Sometimes you live by other's rules Sometimes you write the charter Sometimes you are the diplomat Sometimes the fire-starter Sometimes you're all too normal Sometimes you're surely twisted Sometimes you feel so ordinary Sometimes you feel so gifted Sometimes you are the serious one Sometimes you are the clown Sometimes you are the serf, the slave Sometimes you wear the crown Sometimes you are the one who rends Sometimes the one who heals Sometimes you build your layers up Sometimes you rip off peels Sometimes you cannot stand the heat Sometimes you work the forge Sometimes you will not risk ascent Sometimes you climb the gorge Sometimes you feed your biases Sometimes you have them slain Sometimes you take each day in stride Sometimes you just complain Sometimes you long to be in love Sometimes love makes you cringe Sometimes your safe at middle ground Sometimes you're on the fringe Sometimes each breath's a sour curse Sometimes it's such sweet blessing Sometimes you hide your thoughts and crimes Sometimes you start confessing Sometimes ambrosia fills you cup Sometimes it's orange juice Sometimes you hold yourself in check Sometimes you cut footloose Sometimes you look with ancient eyes Sometimes you're so naive Sometimes you laugh, smile and rejoice Sometimes you cry and grieve Sometimes you do what you damn well please Sometimes just what you're told Sometimes you stand up for yourself Sometimes back down and fold Sometimes you fasten your own chains Sometimes you flee your prison Sometimes insight knocks at your door Sometimes you have no vision Sometimes you like disordered rooms Sometimes you keep things spruce Sometimes you damn your foes to die Sometimes you wear the noose Sometimes you're way too quiet Sometimes you talk too much Sometimes you need a slap to wake Sometimes a gentle touch Sometimes you are the bastard child Sometimes the pampered heir Sometimes you've got some place to go Sometimes you've got nowhere Sometimes life is too simple Sometimes it's too complex Sometimes you want dark forest trails Sometimes you want FX Sometimes you're loud and speak your mind Sometimes you choose refrain Sometimes you know what's going on Sometimes you only feign Sometimes you feel like reading poems Sometimes you feel like writing Sometimes you feel like making peace Sometimes you feel like fighting Sometimes you don't want anything Sometimes you want it all Sometimes you wish to fly up high Sometimes you wish to fall Sometimes you need to get away Sometimes you're homeward wend Sometimes in life things start anew Sometimes in life they end December 08, 2000 [7] Things So Dear Is it so strange That things so new Should become so dear A voice, a thought, A song, an image That will not disappear From heart or memory Sealed in it's place As if with wax To haunt your dreams And tempt your mind It's power never lax Not that you wish Freedom from wonder That keeps you safe inside Against the batter Of unknown winds That try to make you slide Away from home, Hearth, hope, and health The center where you revel Which rejuvenates Each time you learn The truths that do not bevel The joy that brings You back to life When everything is naught A voice, a thought A song , an image Dropped in the melting pot That warms you up That makes you up Holds you and gives back love In arms of sound And sights beyond Raised to sweet night above December 12, 2000 Up stairs of stone to second level Under blue skies turning purple-gray Crimson and snow flowers for you stand As I do, eve after Christmas day Cool winds through trees, palm fronds nigh thrashing Cool winds through me, by an eastly flow Xeno, Wind Dancer, your name by me In the wild ones tongue only I know Darkness is falling as I look up Six places to where you're s'posed to be Although I know you're tied there no more Than light to star, water to sea It's nearly time for the gates to close Karen and I say what we've to say As we step down the dark car sounds The roundsman sends us on our way Not long before we joked about what Would happen if we were locked within "I see dead people", I laughed and said In truth, sometimes I wish I did You wear the Starburst crown as always, Blue Soaring Hawk, where do you fly? Time out of mind? No, mind out of time Gone out and teaching death to die With birds and planes and gliding things The brother once removed oy, I'm sooo tired. I'll finish/rearrnage this later... Dude. Those are some cool poems. Would you mind if perhaps I use the first poem as lyrics for a song? I'm getting into guitar and I'm REALLY bad at lyrics but I can write the music. Let me know if you would. Eiather here or at ruth at nbtsc.org -----Ruth----- WOULD I MIND?! I would be freakin honored. *grin* Ruth, you definetely have permission to use my poem. ~ KimW NBTSWikiWiki | Recent Changes Edited 30 times, last edited on December 27, 2000 by 12.77.146.220. © 2000 NBTSC Webmasters |
