I don't like the pressure of beingexact with Poetry, so sometimes I just kinda blend my thought process and mood and poetry all in one and hopefully come up with somethign worth while.
away for no one to see.
I beleive it was a mistake,
but not that I have made.
immediately results in nothing short
but the lasting effects seemed,
it was felt by only one.
No wool was put over my eyes
I knew the wolf, I knew the sheep
but the smallest chance of hope
still lingered in my mind.
and left me with wonder
I trail my actions, and my words
in hopes to find something ablaze
but to no avail....
The old saying, that good men
they finish last, is so true
while wicked men flourish
and they become worshipped
the simple caring man waits alone
with no one to hear his ache.
It is the way of the world
I tell myself in disgust
as it echos off the empty room.
I look within for the stregnth
to understand and forget.
IT can be hard, even agonizing
but I have traveled that road before.
The problem that lies, abit ahead
is a problem quite indeed
Do you take it head on
and feel the brunt of the ineviatable bite?
or do you take aground
and avoid until it vanishes?
You may think that this foe
this obstacle is that of evil ways
but the predator in my thoughts
is but a sweet and amazing cat.
Eyes that ring perfection
smiles that soften any edge.
So difficult to even know
impossible to forget.
I do not wish to vanquish this
for I, myself am the true predator.
For the Cat was merely wanting to play
while surprisingly I wanted more.
My one hope is that this trial
was not in great regret.
The journey was of cheer and laughter
But the destination seems empty.
As a man in a race
I was merely trying to help and to care
but I realized, I am just to slow.
Yet another...
Last place finish.