BITTR POETRY I
Content Zen
I think…most of us just want to be happy.
Some of us know this.
Some of us don’t.
Some of us want the money.
Some of us want the dope.
To paralyze our fear.
To make us forget to hope.
Some of us want the fame.
Some of us want to be sane.
To fit in with them.
To be open with our sins.
Some of us want sex.
Some of us want love.
To heal our child wounds.
To mend our pain since the womb.
Some of us want to live.
Some of us want to die.
To eradicate our lies.
To live no more in disguise.
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I think…most of us just want to be content.
No more restlessness.
Just zen.
Dwindle
Light to darkness
Loving to heartless
Creative to artless
Dangerous to harmless
January 24
All I see are clouds
on a sunny day
I’m always gone
far somewhere away
I look both ways
possibly too much
I think what my heart is carrying
is getting to be too tough
The fear almost lost me
but I found myself in time
God saved me
he showed me a sign
I think I found hope
when i thought all was lost
The sun came out
when I was surrounded by frost
The Storm
God is gracious
God is kind
God is with me
All the time
Before I wake
And when I dream
God is there
Watching me
Box
These tears I cry
Have felt some pain
In this cage
I’m pushed to insane
I barely stand
With thorough fear
Nail in my hands
Jesus are you here?
I see you pray
Through a crack
I can barely breathe
I’m in the sack
I can’t hide now
Privacy gone
I’m with myself
Feeling forlorn
Are you there?
Can you hear me?
Are you there?
Fighting for me
The air brushes your face
But I can’t breathe
You feel the wind
While I suffocate
When will I go
And where will I stay
Who will love me
And who will pray
Why did this happen
And how are you here
You’re always there
And you’re always near
The snow falls down
Like tears on my face
The snow falls down
Like my own condemned race
I’m losing it
I can’t go on
I’m dying inside
My cause is gone
Why am I here
There is nothing left
Why am I here
Today I wept
Help me help me
I’m drifting away
I’m no one now
On my knees I pray
Paw-Love
Sometimes I forget
That I have you
The two of you
The both of you
If I’m feeling blue
I can think of you two
I know I’ll smile
I’ll feel alright for a while
I’ll let go of my sadness
And shed no tears
Because I know you’ll help me
Make it through all the coming years
January 25
Your song is on my mind
The memories remain divine
I call you lost lover of mine
There was no one like your kind
Nueve Mesas
Sometimes leaving is the only option left
Sometimes leaving is that open door that has watched you wept
Sometimes moving forward is all you can do
Sometimes leaving what’s holding you back is the best move
Sometimes saying nothing is a wise decision
Sometimes taking action should be your only mission
Stuff
I fill my life with stuff
to ease my pain
I fill my life with material
to increase my social gain
I fill my life with items
to stay sane
I fill my life with things
to make sure I’m seen
I fill my life with clutter
because it’s all I’ve ever known
I fill my life with junk
to avoid my void
I fill my life
to remain numb
Beyond this Moment
Money doesn’t make me happy
Achievements do not make me happy
California doesn’t make me happy
Titles do not make me happy
Job security doesn’t make me happy
Six figures do not make me happy
Attention doesn’t make me happy
All the vane is insane
All the faces are mundane
All the places become the same
What is my lane
What is my lane
Warped into the main
I fall into the drain
Must we all really be the same?
Timer
My hands are claws
My consciousness gnaws
I stack and stack
I break my back
I explore no more
I’ve become a bore
Life loses interest
Which day will be quickest
I lost my stride
My mind just glides
Which way was I on
I stopped caring @ dawn
Sweet 07
How easy it is to fit right in
Your loving arms always filled with zen
With a piece of fun
We had no clue what would become
What took place next
Was always the best
When I’m slipping away
A conversation makes it all okay
A sweet memory
Always of value to me
Finis
How does love turn to hate
How does curiosity turn to a debate
How does always being there for me turn to always late
How does endless fun turn to taciturn dates
How does fine china turn into paper plates
How do beautiful kisses turn into physical gates
How does going out of your way turn to complacency
How does being together turn to being without me
How does love turn into nonexistent empathy
How does love with maturity turn into love rudimentary
Sophistication gone
Manners disowned
The mask never on
To never arrive here is foreign
Carousel
How tied up one becomes
In the intricacies that life brings someone
Goals pile and pile
We continue to work tile after tile
The carousel never ends
It only stops and re begins
If one stops to breathe
They’ll just remember its time to plant another seed