Brenda's Baby

This poem is more of a continuation of a Tupac song, Brenda's Got A Baby, it's my follow on to that story about a woman from a poor background.

Brenda's baby is born, through the crack she dawns
A rose scorned, from the thorns which have formed
Down a road, that's well travelled upon
The poorest pawn, left with a mother to mourn
A survivor who done, what was needed to survive
A choice chosen, to open throughout the night
Violence and disease part of the job role
But options were limited, which what she's got tho
A life of misery artificially taken away
No prescription, for the drugs she takes
Born with her mothers Dark Dragons
And the same thing is about to happen,
The higher the risk the more they pay
Inevitable it would be this or AIDS
A cycle repeated as she makes her mother's mistake
In nine month's and a few days
Brenda's baby throws her baby away

Money and Me

Money and Me, It just couldn't be
Too young, too stupid for cash
I spend a month's wage, way to rash
A night on the town, a weekend on the lash
A sight when I'm out, seeking to never come back
I drink until I have drowned, I smoke until my lungs are brown
I dread to think, if I could afford another few rounds
I wouldn't stop, only rest is to sleep,
But I live for the weekends, my time to be me
Tho heaven forbid I was to end up rich
Cus my body couldn't handle with what I would do with it

For Me

It has been a long time since I posted anything thought i would just right something quickly into this, I have given it up a bit as I have taken time to do other hobby's projects etc... Before I saw this as a way to pass time I enjoyed writing. As time passed my feelings for it grew dim as I saw the more I wrote the less people actually came to my site it was disheartening. I realise that this is not what this is for, This is For Me. This is my dumping ground its where I can write what I want, how I want & when I want. I will then for time to time when my mind dwindles update this as when I feel to.

I dream

i dream of dreams to take me away


i awake to see, the dream fade away

i open my eyes to what i want the most

but only see it, when i have my eyes closed

No hope

A stones throw away

From going and throwing it all away

I've courted, second thoughts of the price

Mine affected would it touch another life

Sure family but they have to show tears

Outside affected but how deep would it pierce

Ive been down a slippery slope

Lined with ice, I jumped on was never provoked

Blindfolded, led to an altitude to choke

Just a troubled sole, thrown down the darkest hole

No bearings given no rope, no light at the top, no sense of hope

easy street carnival of writing and art: 9th edition

I time for time try to get my poetry out and about I try to use different methods to try and get the most people reading my stuff. Recently I got email from a carnival which I entered for poetry. If you do not know about blog carnivals they can be a great way to get yourself out, the site is   . Well anyway one of the carnivals I entered i recently got a reply which went

"Congratulations! Your piece has been chosen for the ninth edition of the Easy Street Carnival of Writing and Art, posted here:

http://easystreetprompts.blogspot.com/2010/05/easy-street-carnival-of-writing-and-art_30.html" . 

Now I thought I would just post a little thank you to http://easystreetprompts.blogspot.com, it really means a lot to have my work appreciated by other people thanks 

We ran the race

I ran the race sitting in the stands

In a fans place but we were almost hand in hand

Stride in stride, I was with you not by your side

But there was no finish, well not one we wanting to come

But I stayed with you until the race was done

My friend, my buddy, brother with no blood

To watch you end the race, made me swell up

Return to sender, I'm a man so I refuse to cry 

Just a shame gender ain't known to the eye

So we ran the hurdles and jumped the fence

But your finish, signalled the end to our events

Shoud I

My goal a poem a day

My inspiration flowing away

But my drive is going away

I'm starting to forget...wait what was I going to say

There's just too many lines going around

My spelling punctuation known, not to be the best around

I try hard but every thing is wrote in a rush

I write as I feel and I simply feel too much

My wish is for people to love it

I want people to enjoy it

I'll settle for people wanting to read it

But yet the readers are not coming to see it

I want to quit but how can I quit what I love to do

Maybe I should do it for me, but I want to share it with you

When my writings flowing, I feel what I write is golden

But the feelings ain't shared, I'm not looking for sympathy...just, just someone to be there  

Passing of Time

This is just a new poem which I have written about the passing of life.


These are the great days
However youth never stays
Time to party, drink, dance and have fun
Until the last bell rings and the lights come on
So lets celebrate live life to the full
Cus when we reach the gate, you have to answer the call
As those days past and months fly by
We see years in a glance and decades disappear before your eyes

I need you

Any time of day wishing to be whisked away

Into you as move with you into you

Caressing your face reaching your lips to kiss

Is next to st Peters gate, a blessing wished

I want you I need you please say its true

Tell me, you want me need me to get through

A leaking wound till u bandaged my heart

A lonely tomb until you handed me a chance

To sleep with you and wake up by your side

Now I'm needing you to settle the waves of the tide

Animal Kingdom

This is just a quick poem I have written as a tribute to the animal kingdom.


Maybe we will fly the eagles flight

Maybe I will see the owls sight

A lions roar sharper than its bite

Pouncing tigers paw ready to strike

A crocs locked jaws, set and snapping down

Stopped the sly fox off from ruining downtown

My Rainbow from my Window

Move past the Grey, which fills the day

See the Green of life, this blooming May

Get over the Blues, which yank you down

Feel the heat of Red, which radiates around

See the Black, which seems to highlight the night

Cover from the White, which blinds and blends the daylight

Walk the Golden roads, heal the browning dieing rose

These are the colours, I find out my window

These colours are mine, I paint my own rainbow

Catch her Eye

This is a poem which I wrote at http://www.allpoetry.com/, for a contest regarding love. As this is my personal blog I thought I might as well post it here to.



Her wanting touch, masks the scent of love
I gaze, she gaze, moments pass but it seems like days
I always hate to leave and say goodbye
And counts the seconds until I, can once again catch your eye
Your voice the hymns of angels tongues
And butterfly's fly when your name comes up
I hear my phone I hope it's you
Beats skip, brain flips, as I Know it's you
Just wanna talk I don't care what we say
Just want the melody of you voice drumming away
Never thought I could or would love again
I'm just a frog, who wanders lost again
Until a princess came, I'm so glad I found mine
Loosing myself, my being in her deep brown eyes

Drink one and then Drink two

This is just a new poem which i have written about the morning, afternoon and nit after drinking. A subject which I have had my fair share of experiences on.

Drink one and then Drink two

Drink up for me a Drink down for you

Good night, good times, plenty of memories

But then a banging head lying in bed

Trying to sleep on a moving ride

Back and forth round and round all night

Head spinning until I finally crash

With a mouth of JD lined with ash

I finally awake what a glorious day

If I could only open my eyes, all the way

Tummy troubles yes I can't eat

And that pain won't fade even after the seat

Take a painkiller with little effect

I think a shot of morphine is my best bet

I'm just trying to cope, and get this damn thing over 

I'm looking to cut the rope of this hanging hangover

As morning turns to afternoon and that into night

I got a poisoned body which refuses to give in its fight

No more drinking, me and you are through

Wait who's birthday...well that's a Drink for me and a Drink for you

Darkness of the Mind

This is a new poem which i have written about the subconscious workings of the mind. The dark side of the mind where thoughts we would rather not think about seem to rest.

The dark caverns of the mind

Where evil and deceit combine

Jealous and envy bids it time

Anger doubles never divides

Tho hope and pride are inside

Hate and sorrow won't let them shine

To everyone all things look bright

But inside there is no bulb there is no light

If at first you don't succeed

This is a new poem which I have written about success. It is also about not settling for second best.

If at first you don't succeed, advice from me 

Is to rethink your needs, to see if this is for me

If you try a second time, and still don't seem to climb

Maybe it's just you are aiming too high,

Take notes from Icarus on how to flights

Aim for the stars and your sure to hit the moon

But you really wanna travel so far, and land so soon

You want to settle for second best

After all you have been through

If the answer is simply yes

Then by all means do you

I for one aim high, then higher

and refuse to settle for middle ground

So if and when I reach the sky

I wont let it slip and settle back down

Forbes Rich List...My Hit list

This is just a new poem which I have written after reading the Forbes Rich List and maybe getting a bit jealous. No ill intentions are intended just...What If?

If I had to pick a pocket or two

Id just pick Bill Gates and leave you

Donald Trump's Tower towering above

Sell a bathrobe from each, see if I can get enough

I'm no thief, prefer to be called an opportunist to you

As I Slim the million's off Carlos Slim Helu

Looking for the millionaires just for a slice of joy

I'll even Anna Nicole Smith, and be a toy boy

I got plans, Get in, Get all the money ill gut ya

Take Mittal's metal to make my money structure 

I want it all I cant get enough of it

So to plan my next move I've hired Warren Buffett

She Is

This is a new poem I have written about a wanting a woman and describing her beauty.

Her eyes seem to glow

Delivering a piecing sudden blow

Her skin as soft velt

A touch makes every pour melt

I sweat just thinking of her

Name brings up so much because her

Body fit for paintings

She is not yet mine but I am waiting

Facebook

This is a new poem, I have written about Facebook. The longer I use Facebook, the more I see people expose their whole life expecting people to care about the ins and outs... which I really don't care about.

If I was to have my facebook login

Stolen or somehow forgotten 

I really wouldn't care 

If somehow say my FarmVille crops

Got burnt, trampled or just lost

I really wouldn't care

If your facebook status was updated

And i hadn't clue, of your lunch, your troubles or your mood

I really really wouldn't care

Now I may sound grumpy and over the top

But do you think I'm interested in the life u've got

Because I really do not care

 

Earth Day

This is a new poem which I have written for Earth Day, describing the destruction and pollution by humans.

The sun is shining, the oceans crash

Nature was fine, until we filled it with trash

Rainforest's where the critters dwell

Until we cut it all down and placed them in cells

Zoos we call it but its more a prison

Tho they do preserve what we have driven to extinction

Natures enemy really should be man

We have cut and burned her and desecrated her land

Natures power

This is a new poem written going through the confusing theme of nature and the world.

A sky of blue, clouds of white

I fly through, without taking flight

An ocean so deep, waves smashing by

I wet my feet but my toes stay dry

Natures gift, the wind swirling round

A world wide trip, with feet firmly on the ground

The genius of the brain, has nothing to prove

I'm completely sane but every ones says I'm confused

Cold and Alone

This is just a short poem I have written about the plights of the homeless. Although parallels could be drawn to the way a lot of people live their life closed off alone to the world. After rereading i actually added the last verse i was going to leave it at two and have him die in the end though i thought the connection with everyone, I had to add to it.

He now hears the chimes, he counts down the clock

Now is the times, where people refuse to stop

Walk past, walk fast, no one's hear to help

A crying man, a dieing man, is loosing his health

Cold, alone, faced with life on the streets

Matches and blankets his only source of heat

A man left to rot, frozen and wasted in the cold

Now sleep my man sleep, and awaken no more

You may think of the homeless, as did I once to

But a second look and it could mean me or you

Do some of us not shut ourselves off, live within our own

A house is a house, until we open the doors, then it is a home

A Wandering Heart

A new poem I written about love and life, and loosing in both.

A wandering heart

Searching the depths and breaths

Scared from the past

Hurting from bets turns to debts

I took a chance

Gave her my heart

She took me apart

I tried to fix it, but u can see the scars

I still roll the lovers dice

Looking for sixes, if i can

Now don't tell me luck gone twice

Cus I'm not ready to show my hand

Thank you Spring

Here is just a new poem i added because of the great day and well weekend we have been having. It's not really about a day in Spring which i mite write about, just being thankful for the beautiful day. Just so you know the can't fly is a reference to the ash in the sky around this time which has grounded flights in the U.K. and around Europe.

A bright blue sky

The sun shining High

A cooling breeze

Pierces right through to me

Shorts and T's

Is the uniform for me

Suddenly its all got hot

Girls in skirts and low cut tops

Glorious days and hot nights

Who needs Spain seeing as we cant fly

No clouds everything is clear

Every one's out Spring is here

Wedding Guest

This is a new wedding poem about just the happy times of witnessing a wedding. You see I'm not all dark and gloom I'm trying to broaden my horizons.

A day to cherish,
A day just for you
I'm glad we can share it
Rejoice in the happy news

A day of bliss
A night of fun
A day not to miss
Where two become one

A wedding day
The happy couple get to kiss
And I'm glad to say

I was there as a happy witness

Until the Clock only Ticks

Just a short poem, where I thought I would try to use symbolism to talk about looming future. How we can not outrun the count down put on ones life.

The winding clock, ticking never stops
Our futures past, before we notice its presence
As I taught the class, without being present
And I believe the non believers view
But i share, there must be something greater due
As it draws close, the writing shall never stop
Until the winding clock, ticks but doesn't tock

My side of Heaven or Hell

This is a new poem which I try to contrast my light and dark side. My happiness, my drive, my joy, against my sadness, my sorrow, and my pain.

I got the Midas touch
The golden hello
An angel's luck
In heaven's Ghetto

I got the Devils Grin
Death's black cloak
Fallen angels burnt wings
In Hells chateau

Her Love Has Passed

Just a new poem I have written about caring for a woman and when she stops caring.

Broken shards of an open heart

Hurt and swollen, a rose is scarred

Petals fall, stem is trimmed

Next door, she's gone to him

Only her closest friend, is what she said

So she burnt my dough, and broke my bread

Hurt my soul, when she scared my head

Memories still whole, of where she tread

Until she left my path to walk his lane

Why do I feel heavier, missing the ball and chain

A lover passed, should be a lovers past

But it hurts how quick her love has past

My Unrequited Love

This is a new poem i have written about love or lust going one way. Seeing her wanting her trying to get her, but never actually getting her, well not as much as he wants to.


What do i not deserve your attention?
Does your heart not seek my affection?
Do you not need, the needs I require?
An unrequited love is fire
It burns deep down, within the soul
Wants, love, lust shouldn't be half full
Half a heart is just not whole
It should be us apart, but i cant let go
I try and try but my confidence is battered
I'll do it all, ill do anything but nothing matters
She takes my eyes but wont give it back
She stole my heart and turned it black
Though I'm still waiting for that sudden change
to say my name, to say i feel the same
then warm my heart, just by standing by her
an unrequited love is fire

Tired of a Life of Work

A new short poem I have written of an expression of just how I am feeling at the moment. It's quite a dark depressing poem but it is how I am feeling.

Feeling tired, drained and over worked

To the sky, praying when I'm hurt

What have I done, why is it me

Did I deserve this life to fall upon me

9-5 what a way to make a living

Times Ive tried, brakes on but I'm still driven

I want to break free, free from it all

Now what will it take for me, do i succeed or fall

What to be, to be free from it all

Do I need to bleed from my pours

Literally sweat blood to make it

Cus I need to get above the jealousy, the envy, the hatred

The Football World Cup

Two goals two teams
We got ninety minutes to achieve dreams
One hope for both, to win
Soccer, Football really the game of kings
Attackers, defenders, a team moves as one
World cup, where the few become one
Where the nation's pride flies, the pincile of the sport
England always reach high, but then come up short
Come on lads this our year to do it
As a nation hopes, Capello can steer our lads to it
Once in sixty six maybe 2010
But we destined just to go out...again

Public Transport

This is a new poem I have written about public transport. I wrote this because I had a terrible journey into work today.

Public Transport, I just hate
It gets me there, just always late
Trains buses always packed
Once the doors closed, your trapped
smelly hot and always jammed
delays delays were sorry for spoiling your plans
Off to work, traveling but i can barely move
Just another glorious rush hour here on the tube
London Transport forever trash
No trains on weekends, we need more cash
Less service more to pay
It's a downward spiral going the wrong way

What a Woman is

My poetry

A new, short, quick poem i wrote about the changing of a woman. How she can be one thing one minute and be something else completely the next.


Her warming touch
Her ice cold stare
She is too much
For me to bear

Her loving arms
Her hateful grin
Her devilish charms
That piece deep within

She is the sun
She is the moon
She glows for some
Just not for you

She is the light
She can bring the dark
She brightens my sight
But she darkens my heart

She is everything
She is nothing
She is something
But above all she is My Thing

Is It All Worth It

This is a new poem, looking at the dark side of my mind. It's not about anyone in particular, it's about myself and about everyone.

I got a creaking back

maybe arthritis in my hand

I got this feeling that

All this will lead to a miserable end

I got two lazy eyes

Both half closed

I've tried and tried

But I'm tired I'm feeling to let go

Will I return

Just all remember my face

Pay me dues I've earned

While I've been active in this place

My mind wonders in the dark

My emotions, my feelings, my heart

My soul, my dreams, my desires, its all you

I don't know why you did it, I just now know its all true

A small smile to my face

As I think of you frowning

but all that's replaced

as emotions flood back, suddenly I'm drowning

Here I am

This is just my new poem, which i have written describing how I think about all the things i want, my hopes my desires. However all I end up doing, is sitting around just thinking about them and not actually doing anything, to achieve those goals.


Here I am
Here I lay
Here I can
Plan my whole life away

Here I sit
Here I think
Here is all I give
To ride life's waves but always sink

Here's my hopes
Here's my dreams
Here I go
Wishing but achieving nothing

Here's my desires
Here's my wants
Here's what i require
But here is all I got

Here's what i want to get
Here's what i actually do
Here I've had enough of it
because all i do is think and never actually do

Damn you Cupid

Here is a new poem I have written about love, relationships and bloody cupid. It's about always being beaten by cupid to love, I hope you like my new poem.

Damn you cupid, always here first
ruin my reciting of, i like you lines, i forever rehearse
if you wasn't here, i may have my pick of the bunch
instead of the sideline, looking at what i could have won
stupid cupid, its harsh but i wish he was dead
beautiful girl oh no wait shes taken...cupids always one step ahead
ahh cupid why did you give her to him
why am i not worthy of the love that you bring
now a wonderful woman walking has moved just out of sight
i try to catch up as i see one of your arrows fly by
damn too late, who is the guy she has just met
why is she laughing, now no need to ask why I'm upset
who is this guy, why i ain't i him
ahh cupid hes at it again
standing here wishing, first u had met me
instead I'm hurt, watching what should have been, leave
cupid ill get you back, this i am sure you will see
ill wait for your arrow to miss and for it to rain down on me

This poem, I have submitted to a few sites

Writers Network http://www.writers-network.com/index.cgi?m=1&view=99576

Poetry Soup http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=215777

All Poetry http://allpoetry.com/poem/6310245

My Poetry http://www.mypoetry.net/Poetry/Poem.aspx?PoemId=5307

Your Poetry http://www.your-poetry.com/modules.php?name=News&file=article&sid=158695

Hell hath no fury...

Here is a new poem I have written about the anger which come from making a woman upset. This can be a very dangerous battleground to walk into, I hope you like my new poem.

Grey clouds take over, the once bright blue sky
waves are crashing in, sounds of the oncoming new tide
the rain pours down, as the sea moves in
the trees up routed, the grass worn thin
screams echoing, muffled in the wind
defy her fury, and this is what she will bring
dare not ask why, the answer u've heard it,
so there is no where to run no where to stay
wait a bright blue sky, disaster averted,
the missus got her own way

This poem has been submitted to

Poetry Soup http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=215755

All Poetry http://allpoetry.com/poem/6310285

disregard this - TQPB9PVUN2ZN

I stare blankly at the page

Here is a new poem I have written about writers block. This poem I wrote as I literally sat blankly not knowing what to write, as a writer you may be able to relate. I hope you like my new poem;

I stare blankly at the page
not knowing what to say
i have thoughts and themes swirling away
but i still sit here, staring blankly at the page

I'm used to knowing, what to write
my fingers move before Ive typed
a beginning and ending all within sight
yet today i sit here, staring blankly at the page

a classic a one off anything will do
should i write about love my life or about you
soul searching looking for that missing clue
no luck so I'm stuck, staring blankly at the page

how to start how to end
cross it all out an start again
how to show my heart with a leaking pen
so yet again I'm here, staring blankly at the page

my pen is broke, my PCs crashed
my papers wet, my style is trash
my hopes & dreams, crumble burn into ash
and as time past, I'm still here, staring blankly at the page

I have submitted this poem into the following sites

Poetry Soup http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=215533

All Poetry http://allpoetry.com/poem/6305833

If she was to leave

Here is a new poem I have written about love being in and out, the forever battle people feel within themselves when in love. I hope you like my new poem;

if she was to leave, would a tear drop from my eye
would i just give her the keys, so away she could drive
i don't wanna push her away, but i don't wanna pull her in close

i don't know if i want her to stay, just that i don't want her to go

back forth my mind races, with what should I do

and as time erases, I'm still stuck thinking of you

she says she loves me and automatically i say it too
hoping, praying if I say it enough then one day it may become true
are u the warmth i need, to heat my cold heart
or are u destined to leave, leaving me thawed in broken shards

This poem has been submitted to the following sites

Writers Network http://www.writers-network.com/index.cgi?m=1&view=99721

Poetry Soup http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=215318

All Poetry http://allpoetry.com/poem/6305817

Poet Sanctuary Forum http://poetsanctuary.proboards.com/index.cgi

One day at a time

Here is a new poem I have written about life in an office, feeling trapped in your job. I hope you like my new poem;

As i sit on an office chair, feeling confined
i feel i gotta take life one day at a time
lining up for the rat race
but yet i fell that i haven't been born
yet still all the other cats chase
while I'm just trying to get my foot in the door
I'm trying to get up that ladder, but i got both feet tied
I'm trying to make people happier, so Ive become accustomed to lies
of course i, would love to use my foresight and make a means to the end
but I'm forced by, my short sight, to make the same mistakes again
now i toss and turn
lying in my bed feeling confined
dreaming for what i yearn,
hoping i can start again one day at a time

I have posted this poem on a few sites

Poetry Soup http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=215532

Poem Hunter http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-day-at-a-time-15/

Its her...he fiends

Here is a new poem I have written about the plights certain people face with drug abuse, I hope you like my new poem.

do we fly on angel's wings
or do we dive into satans springs
he lived his life upon thin ice, but still he came to skate
so never does he ever think twice, cus he still makes the same mistake
why does he always make it happen
why cant he just stay on the wagon
his tongue is a lake, awaiting to be dampened
while his fate, is to continue to chase the dragon
into the forest where its dark and cold
where his heart weighs hard upon his soul
he knows it wrong but he longs for her touch
her helping hand hes in her clutch
and how he gone, from just not wanting to feel the same
so he started lighting up on mary jane
and then he went to blow his nose
leaving an open hole now growing within his soul
becuase now its H, no family no friends
and now he waits, oh how he waits
just to fill her touch again

And if i could fly
let me stay upon the feather wings
and if i to die
would the gates of heaven swing

I have posted this poem in a number of different sites, if you like my poetry then please visit these sites,

Writers Network http://www.writers-network.com/index.cgi?m=1&view=99722

Poetry Soup http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=215309

All Poetry http://allpoetry.com/poem/6310261

Clicks Happen http://www.clickshappen.com/postpoetryonline/poetry.cfm?ID=21915

Poem Hunter http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-s-her-he-fiends/

Your Poetry http://www.your-poetry.com/modules.php?name=News&file=article&sid=158696

Poet Sanctuary Forums http://poetsanctuary.proboards.com/index.cgi

FTW - for the win

If i had to beg steal or borrow,
would it be worth it just to win
if only i could get people to follow,
my route in a life of sin
why do people want beyond their needs
and why do i long for these things to come to me

Y o Y o Y

Now here is just a brief few things

which i have found quite intresting

Y O Y O Y

does my counter rise

before my eyes its such a surpirse

as i have nothing on here to please your eyes





Sorry had to do something, thought i'd post out of sheer wonder as to why i see my traffic counter rising when i have nothing but an introduction on the page???

tho it could be for my other blog but then thats a big step away, from the style that what i write on this blog.

http://www.ffsomg.blogspot.com/

First One

Well well what to write what to say, this is nothing but a test.

This is just throwing stones across the pond seeing how far they bounce, seeing how the water ripples, how the sun shines as it reacts to what I have produced.

Ummm yeah whatever this is just the first entry the start, who knows where it will go...I expect the recycle bin but who knows?