tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76069739570464116092024-02-21T03:43:31.172-08:00Poems of a WryTerNotjustjayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06453673089998349788noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7606973957046411609.post-71526572505565196572011-12-06T09:49:00.000-08:002011-12-06T09:49:17.731-08:00By the Way<div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">No matter what you believe,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Some like Adam and some like Eve,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">But the only rule is practice not to deceive,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Unless your desire is for them to leave.</div>Notjustjayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06453673089998349788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7606973957046411609.post-86170869200913539262011-01-07T16:50:00.000-08:002011-01-07T16:50:35.675-08:00CasablancaTired struggles of confusion from the part that was smart.<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXzd9Wc_55u5sxQYgGzWlpnLiw_T19LDdt10wWWHUfpVMAFf62RH-q4p6Ctd76GOoyH0Sz8jKpWulSuIeC-cr2NES8CsAXjyR6l6duik8qDYJxxbvltiIDvSB9yzrBbJ8HPjYMqnkJP664/s1600/Casablanca.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXzd9Wc_55u5sxQYgGzWlpnLiw_T19LDdt10wWWHUfpVMAFf62RH-q4p6Ctd76GOoyH0Sz8jKpWulSuIeC-cr2NES8CsAXjyR6l6duik8qDYJxxbvltiIDvSB9yzrBbJ8HPjYMqnkJP664/s1600/Casablanca.jpg" /></a>Figures of the mind, strings of thought were just art.<br />
Lines of thought, tied hands was only part.<br />
Stopping the outside from connection before they start.<br />
Bring ones soul from the deep as if pulling a large cart.<br />
Screams of disgust and less troubles tore apart.<br />
Emotion crumble, my feeling of the heart.<br />
Broken left for dead, rushed aside,<br />
Through the forest, left to run like a Hart.<br />
Gone the desire to go on, no wind, no map, no chart.<br />
Left at the airfield like Bogart.Notjustjayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06453673089998349788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7606973957046411609.post-72013093611596121682010-12-24T10:23:00.000-08:002010-12-24T10:23:00.613-08:00Santa<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL34gGDAPfDlV0JouIhPIXtS5oMbEcM0_r4bEoodPwskgQjwyBru25ZpTGOFmcnvf8Ac2AsGZWpPgf5wKLJ1MC2dZwMW1psgC7QoaQ-IUOqfO9x042Cl_9KJcFN2x_lso_pnyE9tRF9_7R/s1600/Saintaaa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="173" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL34gGDAPfDlV0JouIhPIXtS5oMbEcM0_r4bEoodPwskgQjwyBru25ZpTGOFmcnvf8Ac2AsGZWpPgf5wKLJ1MC2dZwMW1psgC7QoaQ-IUOqfO9x042Cl_9KJcFN2x_lso_pnyE9tRF9_7R/s200/Saintaaa.jpg" width="200" /></a>Fathers are not happy being Saint Nick.<br />
Wanting one more candy cane to lick.<br />
Feeling oh so uncomfortable, all most sick.<br />
In that red suit wondering, why it has to be so thick.<br />
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With a clock tic and a clock click.<br />
The father must be, oh so quick.<br />
Leaving the red piece of his suite on the brick.<br />
So Santa’s family wouldn’t know it was just a trick.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>I am sorry to say that they are bigger than the rest. </b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>As always, maybe it is for the best. </b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>And I will always point trouble with in my chest. </b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>Trying to ignore this feeling within breast. </b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>So to the little thinks I stressed. </b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>Are just little things that need to be blessed.</b></span>Notjustjayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06453673089998349788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7606973957046411609.post-91583307732280487862010-12-13T14:19:00.000-08:002010-12-13T14:21:11.065-08:00The Fort<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrRTDVdST1xqPFL5d-o0BUjALUAi_CBkvcq5xVmzmP-dFzRz__jeGF39Ze6o77mY76yh4yhDgSWqYto2SJu14QyEy-5x5V_zjoqrul6TXfn7O2Ow9n5io7QEIYHhGFvTCRyQFSeIl5CLEX/s1600/Fort.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrRTDVdST1xqPFL5d-o0BUjALUAi_CBkvcq5xVmzmP-dFzRz__jeGF39Ze6o77mY76yh4yhDgSWqYto2SJu14QyEy-5x5V_zjoqrul6TXfn7O2Ow9n5io7QEIYHhGFvTCRyQFSeIl5CLEX/s400/Fort.jpg" width="345" /></a></div><b><br />
</b><br />
<b>The light, cast shadows and trails of darkness,</b><br />
<b>It felt cold and but not like Christmas,</b><br />
<b>Holding myself silent, looking out into the blackness.</b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>Damn it, why did I feel so hopeless.</b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>Holding the flashlight, almost loosing consciousness,</b><br />
<b>Oh, why were we out this night, looking back I hide my shyness,</b><br />
<b>My little fort, my hiding place, I only feel disgrace.</b><br />
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</b>Notjustjayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06453673089998349788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7606973957046411609.post-775289720845771222010-11-25T08:49:00.000-08:002010-11-25T08:49:22.461-08:00You<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7uYhNCKxBG-WjFqBtwxdyemYVtXHfrZ6Ke_3IzfxmgJ_0O9q00ZjwhpPA6SqP0K9o8YZKYGeunF1rheMU9WZBkYapeFuL2R6Dtde4P07fP2TaklzTq2_RTQdRay-hkaPUvIiR81YcnJUi/s1600/img449x-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7uYhNCKxBG-WjFqBtwxdyemYVtXHfrZ6Ke_3IzfxmgJ_0O9q00ZjwhpPA6SqP0K9o8YZKYGeunF1rheMU9WZBkYapeFuL2R6Dtde4P07fP2TaklzTq2_RTQdRay-hkaPUvIiR81YcnJUi/s400/img449x-1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">YOU!</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Why am I blue,</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Though, it may be true,</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">That I am remembering you.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The memory that I once felt I must undo,</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I cry into the clouds from where you once flew,</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I remember you.</span></b></div>Notjustjayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06453673089998349788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7606973957046411609.post-67619569067185401632010-11-13T10:49:00.000-08:002010-11-13T10:49:31.728-08:00LaVerne<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYOGFS6dssxk-W-2YGiqzS8RD8zFz1QnnW0vuHsF4tpwFulFV_RFP0ksWquAg0mjX2kVgdp3nWm1m-9XK_zKh6dyCcSTub4KNFCSisiRMBXYaIP9dHeioQpVyqSg-84fFWfCJPXQTyzRca/s1600/c-110d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYOGFS6dssxk-W-2YGiqzS8RD8zFz1QnnW0vuHsF4tpwFulFV_RFP0ksWquAg0mjX2kVgdp3nWm1m-9XK_zKh6dyCcSTub4KNFCSisiRMBXYaIP9dHeioQpVyqSg-84fFWfCJPXQTyzRca/s200/c-110d.JPG" width="195" /></a></div><br />
Oh, here is to my father,<br />
He was loved by my mother,<br />
Hailed by my brother,<br />
Adored by my sister.<br />
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Once a hell raiser,<br />
He could have been no other,<br />
His tales brought laughter,<br />
Not to mention, his humorous manner.<br />
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He was a man, he was a real charmer,<br />
The wood worker, the carver,<br />
The old man farmer, the share cropper,<br />
The constant barterer.<br />
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A hero construction worker,<br />
He was a problem solver, he was the fixer,<br />
A real pack master,<br />
LaVerne was his names given by his father.Notjustjayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06453673089998349788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7606973957046411609.post-27090574266565096582010-11-11T15:42:00.000-08:002010-11-11T15:42:03.190-08:00Life<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyATEaUiq5FnNYM7zFv0oNn6Km6-aZyJcYHM3Ry8vQjDl02DbHft_1m2KWVTyPxLjSa4hyphenhyphenGuEKizozP5ywmkti8Lp472ZcZuor1CoLKZtgMijKD8rmm45UUm_uWL1BobgfKA9lRYujiKF4/s1600/c-236b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="208" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyATEaUiq5FnNYM7zFv0oNn6Km6-aZyJcYHM3Ry8vQjDl02DbHft_1m2KWVTyPxLjSa4hyphenhyphenGuEKizozP5ywmkti8Lp472ZcZuor1CoLKZtgMijKD8rmm45UUm_uWL1BobgfKA9lRYujiKF4/s320/c-236b.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
As dawn breaks,<br />
A life begins.<br />
<br />
As the sunsets,<br />
A life ends.<br />
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Is it only what’s,<br />
In middle that has any substance.Notjustjayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06453673089998349788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7606973957046411609.post-30451395505986302442010-11-08T11:59:00.000-08:002010-11-08T11:59:23.151-08:00The Poet<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6LGXu9lww8iUpsKVWAMgtKh7wyumdVh_GA4cCmqWXgpHDEpK5Y9ylCtjd704UjKmblBAADmOLr1mTnOeEFF5kLBZrDJ4f4_-QRijRF6o2F2rt0aZZzONnw-zbPIM7-L-J7IhYvey_TTVl/s1600/paper+and+pen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="170" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6LGXu9lww8iUpsKVWAMgtKh7wyumdVh_GA4cCmqWXgpHDEpK5Y9ylCtjd704UjKmblBAADmOLr1mTnOeEFF5kLBZrDJ4f4_-QRijRF6o2F2rt0aZZzONnw-zbPIM7-L-J7IhYvey_TTVl/s200/paper+and+pen.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>I never claimed to be a poet; I never claimed to know it.<br />
Course, I know I wrote it , But I always seem to blow it.<br />
Plying a word little bit, moving a word around it.<br />
Holding a vowel for it and rhyming with a consonant<br />
Scratching it in pencil, accosting it like an assailant,<br />
Braking the rules left and right of it, hoping no one noticed it.<br />
Working as a rhyming surgeon, always trying another transplant,<br />
Am I a self defined amateur poet, who never understood it.<br />
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<b>Screams the children, Cries of joy.</b><br />
<b>Sounds of the party,</b><br />
<b>Waiting for one boy.</b><br />
<b>Looking for the for the cutlery.</b><br />
<b>While singing happy birthday.</b><br />
<b>Cupcakes stand purple and purity.</b><br />
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</b><br />
<b>Be not greedy, take just one goodie,</b><br />
<b>Do you have to be so noisy.</b><br />
<b>Swallow each bite, enjoy each morsel, for today </b><br />
<b>Is your McDonalds’ birthday</b><br />
<b>You are now a big boy.</b>Notjustjayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06453673089998349788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7606973957046411609.post-38380483523065737202010-11-05T19:26:00.000-07:002010-11-05T19:31:03.981-07:00Take a Hint<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEjI3HV2bYVijiue3sYPrSUnQDQfE9clBwiX8r2gi5oFcq6EefB0njVr2MjdRPhQUYQ7Lt6Sj204n8iSx6GghOWdXdPNylN9qv8MTDWehpd2AjB7myM6GbXWl_OoSL4ICYyoF64rxgI9ox/s1600/Broken+mirror.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="341" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEjI3HV2bYVijiue3sYPrSUnQDQfE9clBwiX8r2gi5oFcq6EefB0njVr2MjdRPhQUYQ7Lt6Sj204n8iSx6GghOWdXdPNylN9qv8MTDWehpd2AjB7myM6GbXWl_OoSL4ICYyoF64rxgI9ox/s400/Broken+mirror.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">I look into your eyes, I finely realize</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">That your lies, outweigh your thighs.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Please don't take it I despise,</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">And I hope you realize.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">That I wish you can empathize,</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">I don't mean to chastise,</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">I feel that you are no prize,</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">So I have decided to downsize,</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">So I give you your goodbyes.</span></b></span></div>Notjustjayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06453673089998349788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7606973957046411609.post-85532665975983133812010-11-04T09:40:00.000-07:002010-11-04T09:40:29.123-07:00The Wryter<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimAQ9nvLzLeVtveyvC0c1rzY7CK-0SHxEO1uz8_jVe1g-6btilOnMFOTSjx7cZ0wl4CfVzDVpIzh-__SGyj8qohztcxuPcEH7AGJraLb8ZAffDyGxtEDBH97W4MzeAlBM7McO4erPJ7WVG/s1600/Screen+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="296" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimAQ9nvLzLeVtveyvC0c1rzY7CK-0SHxEO1uz8_jVe1g-6btilOnMFOTSjx7cZ0wl4CfVzDVpIzh-__SGyj8qohztcxuPcEH7AGJraLb8ZAffDyGxtEDBH97W4MzeAlBM7McO4erPJ7WVG/s400/Screen+1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>The writer’s talents are underwhelming,</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>His emotions are consuming,</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>He dreams of nothing,</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>He always wants for something.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>He thinks he knows best,</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>So he tells the rest,</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>For he is just to be a pest,</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>But always looking to the west.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><br />
</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Is his life ending,</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Is his life beginning,</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Is his wife understanding,</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Is he dieing.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><br />
</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>He as a child, so overwhelming,</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>His likeness, so understanding, </b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>His plight so depressing,</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>His future so telling.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><br />
</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>The writer tries looking to the east,</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Looking for the signs of a new quest,.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>But turns to the west, </b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Looking for the signs that dad knew best.</b></span>Notjustjayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06453673089998349788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7606973957046411609.post-78190322681039755432010-11-03T10:22:00.000-07:002010-11-03T10:22:13.375-07:00The Universe<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The ‘verse, oh so deep and wide,</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I looked across the sky, </span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">and I can only, </span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">wonder why,</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">it made me cry.</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The sky, so black and empty,</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">it is night,</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">and I feel no fright,</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">for it is broken by the little points of light.</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The Sun, so yellow, so bright</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">it is day,</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">if I don’t look away,</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I might</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Loose my sight.</span></b>Notjustjayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06453673089998349788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7606973957046411609.post-6370256115441501702010-11-02T12:12:00.000-07:002010-11-05T19:42:09.718-07:00The Attempt<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiAbrrN0ydJpIaqLcBEvKHl4e68CEe9-lBj-4FFVaexpjLdaZ1taYb5Ms-skgt40sptBYqjRBhDkQ4fEE45-UYTwJCxggTs9lNBW8odS9vKNA4E1dJaaF6W_hkax2pSNiv56rqDbrNbpAY/s1600/get-attachment.aspx.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiAbrrN0ydJpIaqLcBEvKHl4e68CEe9-lBj-4FFVaexpjLdaZ1taYb5Ms-skgt40sptBYqjRBhDkQ4fEE45-UYTwJCxggTs9lNBW8odS9vKNA4E1dJaaF6W_hkax2pSNiv56rqDbrNbpAY/s320/get-attachment.aspx.jpg" width="320" /></b></span></span></a></div><b><br />
</b><br />
<b>I am tired of being,</b><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>I am sad,</b></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>I am lonely,</b></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>I am tired of hoping.</b></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>I am mad,</b></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>I am cowardly,</b></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>I am tired of trying.</b></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>I am no maid,</b></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>I am not the one and only, </b></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>I am tired of no one listening.</b></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>I am just tired,</b></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>I am not sleepy,</b></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>I am fed up with the lying.</b></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>Am I dying.</b></span></span>Notjustjayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06453673089998349788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7606973957046411609.post-64901941003953213562010-11-02T09:51:00.001-07:002010-11-02T09:51:52.156-07:00The EndBroken hearted girl,<br />
Broken hearted boy,<br />
She was no pearl,<br />
He was no toy.<br />
<br />
Broken woman,<br />
Broken Man,<br />
She had no plan,<br />
He was no man.<br />
<br />
Broken hearted Child,<br />
Broken hearted little one,<br />
She filed,<br />
He was gone.Notjustjayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06453673089998349788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7606973957046411609.post-8618157990786008752010-11-01T20:21:00.000-07:002010-12-29T17:44:05.751-08:00Sleepy little river.<b></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></b><br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Lost in translation,</b></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXA7YdWI9Pu3hV8XPmpqa9nYejgvPDhZMduKYpbFjA-NjGA3soITy1TB1ALjwnQ0Wg4Q7u2COotzKhCZq0WmsyLtBdA6K5KWh_pQIBCSBkdz9BqR_sBRFQgsR6I2iT2XbXmFZelxkWifWC/s1600/crying.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXA7YdWI9Pu3hV8XPmpqa9nYejgvPDhZMduKYpbFjA-NjGA3soITy1TB1ALjwnQ0Wg4Q7u2COotzKhCZq0WmsyLtBdA6K5KWh_pQIBCSBkdz9BqR_sBRFQgsR6I2iT2XbXmFZelxkWifWC/s400/crying.jpg" width="363" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Frustration at its presence.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Over flowing its banks,</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Uncontrollable fit.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Pushing back the flow,</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Holding back its course.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Sorrow at its return,</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>No holding back.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Cupped hands, no savior,</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Salty taste, and no grace.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Held back once more,</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Only to return.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
</b></span>Notjustjayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06453673089998349788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7606973957046411609.post-30979496058691723512010-11-01T17:39:00.001-07:002010-11-01T20:25:02.927-07:00My CatFeline, four legged freeloader,<br />
You a hairy intruder,<br />
You flirter<br />
You motivator<br />
You Digresser<br />
You food digester,<br />
You court jester,<br />
You orange trouble maker,<br />
You trickster,<br />
You Flee attracter,<br />
Feline, four legged manipulator,<br />
Oh, you know who you are.Notjustjayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06453673089998349788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7606973957046411609.post-85580700529538589882010-11-01T15:58:00.001-07:002010-11-01T16:15:44.902-07:00Travel<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Inflation,</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Elation,</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">I always wanted this vacation,</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Bright eyes in the moon‘s illumination,</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Constitution,</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Restriction,</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Travel is always for this man of distinction,</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Elevation,</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Conception,</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Landing never felt so much interruption,</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">From life and body of this man of distinction.</span></b>Notjustjayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06453673089998349788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7606973957046411609.post-73701430617439806962010-10-31T14:45:00.000-07:002010-10-31T14:45:58.829-07:00Ode, to Candy<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Oh, Candied candy in a bowl,</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><br />
</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">How you speak to my soul,</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><br />
</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Oh, can I have just one,</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><br />
</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Reaching for the bowl,</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><br />
</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">My wife smacks my hand like a nun,</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><br />
</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Telling my I may have none.</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span>Notjustjayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06453673089998349788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7606973957046411609.post-14699554059136111152010-10-31T14:32:00.000-07:002010-10-31T14:41:45.878-07:00The Craving<h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijLTot-vQwM81T7DBieOumu2a3GwCK56AMPJgsHBTdggJrwCy4ancxo8Z-DhDo7QtR5Co0AbZXwb2i2W8bq7sD0a2fEo_7JnN0r9nxk_tPi8GxghKKRhR6p_SIIQ6m1Op-XEjmKMos4yOV/s1600/a_plate_of_chocolate_chip_cookies_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="145" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijLTot-vQwM81T7DBieOumu2a3GwCK56AMPJgsHBTdggJrwCy4ancxo8Z-DhDo7QtR5Co0AbZXwb2i2W8bq7sD0a2fEo_7JnN0r9nxk_tPi8GxghKKRhR6p_SIIQ6m1Op-XEjmKMos4yOV/s200/a_plate_of_chocolate_chip_cookies_large.jpg" width="200" /></a><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Oh, cookies, cookies on a plate;<br />
<br />
how you were made so great.<br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"><br />
Smelling your goodness so late;<br />
<br />
is just one single trait.<br />
<br />
Oh, what a distraction from my mate.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></h3>Notjustjayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06453673089998349788noreply@blogger.com