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Random Poems

writen by me
Mar. 7, 2009

True Love

For what is this thing people call true love?
Is it something only in fairytales and dreams?
Is it possible to love with such extremes?
Or can it only come from the one above?
We try to find such love through earthly means.
A dance of a color display in order to woo,
A sweet sunset of a beautiful hue,
Gifts making a girl feel like many queens,	
But this is not the means of what we seek.
True love is something that cannot be won,
And throughout time it cannot be undone.
For it’s the only love that is unique!
There is only one that can love like this,
Even when you don’t believe he exists!
Oct. 16, 2006

An Empty Love

A wilderness expanding time
A lonely man finds refuge
His life an unfulfilled chime
His heart nothing except huge

The landscape is all he can love
For it’s all the love he knows
Through the years he can’t find his dove
To which would make he a froze
Jun 16, 2005

Oil, Prices

The camel’s bump, Fast grows,
The darkest gold, Creates panic,
The winds of war, Which blows,
The morning eve, People manic.

How high before, We care?
How low will, Our reserve decrease?
How fast, Or do we dare?
How slow will war abroad , Make peace?
May 23, 2005

Deep Thoughts

Words are the dreamer’s dream playground.
Some rush down the slid with a woohoo,
Others seem to swing off the page like onomatopoeia.
Some run around the sand in a frenzy,
Others are the entrepreneur of children selling limeade.
Some have the importance of Obama, 
Others the silly, childish, names of Billy Bob.
Some are brats as horrible as gonorrhea,
Others are as elegant as the word spanglish. 
But most importantly, they are the lullaby that put us in a trance.
May 22, 2005

nature

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         (for    wind
         got             ing
         ten    str
     eam
a       rock)
     round
                   a
May 16, 2005

Coding

A ramble mess of 
Number code with such power-
Infinite power
May 16, 2005

Worms

A dangling worm 
Plunge in the dark depth of cold
Line tightens – Battle lost
Apr 26, 2005

The War

The wind did swirl throughout the open field.
An ocean of grass, waves of bluish-green.
A sight more beautiful has never been seen,
Renewable from countless grass-seed yield.
This land has weathered all that nature gave
And seen a countless number wandering.
Tribes have lived on it without squandering.
This beautiful land is now all the rave.
For now it is the place of great housing.
The new suburban, away urban life.
With church to proclaim a husband and wife,
And more construction with dirt arousing.
The lovely land is gone forever more.
For Mother Nature is losing the war.