the game |
this poem can be heard spoken by the THE JAYNES on their track ANNA.to check them out go to myspace.com/thejaynes. i think the song will be posted by the band shortly.thanksp...
Posted by FreeLancePoet on Mon, 31 Mar 2008 11:04:00 PST |
deforestation |
your beatless heart as woodenand deep as bark on treeslife pumps through their soulyou lack their fruitful leavesdeep roots keep them stableand true to where they standyou have no ...
Posted by FreeLancePoet on Tue, 14 Aug 2007 04:02:00 PST |
the future is dark |
the future is dark, bleak and coldall that's before me is to grow old.old like you once, painfully dying in bedas they took you awayI lost my head.what can I do when things get bad?where can I turn wh...
Posted by FreeLancePoet on Fri, 13 Jul 2007 08:12:00 PST |
deathbed |
with sorrow in his eyeshe eyes the skiesand draws a solemn breath;a last breath in this life,a life so disheveled,a life so close to death.
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Posted by FreeLancePoet on Tue, 03 Jul 2007 01:31:00 PST |
buzz |
the lost art of communicationcauses lack of concentrationgaze at the televisionbackground noise a constantno rest for the wickedears ring to the sound of the omnipresent, evergreenpersistent buzz of t...
Posted by FreeLancePoet on Tue, 03 Jul 2007 01:27:00 PST |
new heart |
your smile mirrors my feelingsas it fills the unlit streetevoking without permissionfeelings truly deepfeelings that cannot falteror die with passing timefeelings you used to conquerthis hardened hear...
Posted by FreeLancePoet on Tue, 27 Mar 2007 06:34:00 PST |
bottled up |
times of old have taught me to foldmy worries up neatlypack them in a biscuit tin place them in a drawer, discreetlynot to tell a soul of the deep dug hole that I'm immersed in completely but cov...
Posted by FreeLancePoet on Mon, 26 Mar 2007 09:46:00 PST |
immigrants |
streams and teems of eyes and mouthsparade the streets up and downleave their beliefs at the doorhoping to find something more.something better someplace newa home not torn or thro...
Posted by FreeLancePoet on Wed, 31 Jan 2007 05:18:00 PST |
summertime |
the tarmac twinklesas it winks and drinksthe solid gold beam of the ubiquitous sun,as the children prance, dance and runto the precious theme of summer.lancepoet...
Posted by FreeLancePoet on Mon, 22 Jan 2007 07:20:00 PST |
home |
the wallflowers ease into the blissful breezeof a lonely sunday morning,as I stroll along, humming a songof longing and home yearning.the green trees and heady leavesthat whisper lightly in the f...
Posted by FreeLancePoet on Thu, 18 Jan 2007 06:00:00 PST |
