Lord...I Tried

my story

 

In my days of  Innocence,when I was a little boy,
I'd fantasize the day away,Dreaming was my Best Toy...
Oh,I had my Cars,and I'd build my cities in the dirt,
In the Shade,I had it Made,Where Dreaming never Hurt...
As I got older,I grew a little bolder,but still I kept to myself...
Like the "Madd Hatter",others just didn't matter,
and everybody else, just went on a shelf...
I didn't care what other folks thought,
didn't give a hoot about what they bought...
I found you don't need a Dime just to Dream,
If you just spend the time, You'll see what I mean...
Fly my Lonely Soul into a moonlit sky,
I write of my fantasies and my dreams of  by and by...
If you take the time to treat your nose,
or make the time to enjoy a Rose...
Hiden Secrets,Stories of a Beauty  foretold,
something to fantasize,even when you get old...
So I learn all I can,growing into a Man,
to find my Passion that's hidden inside...
For when I write,my pen takes flight,
and My Little Demons have no place to hide...
when people ask,"How is your Day"? I can only say,
"Just Fine,How are You?and Y'all Have a Nice Day...
But what I really think,is you wouldn't listen anyway...
Glossing my eyes,I fantasize,
and then I  Realize...
Everybody stuck in their own little world,
feeding that greed,or feeding the need,
or their Feelings for a boy or that Girl...
Seeing you there standing Naked, makes me think,
We are so Small,so Fragile,and weak,
We're going to Hell in a HandBasket,
We could All be Gone in a Blink...
I write of Troubles, Humanity puts our Planet through...
I Feel the Greed,I Feel the Need,
We're Going to Hell in a HandBasket,the World,Me and You...
My Dream became a NightMare,for I could plainly see,
I plant my Seeds of Good Intentions,to Help Humanity...
but only lonely souls,will even listen to my words,
only forgotten memories,of everything they heard...
We lost control,of the Ship that we call "LIFE",
GhostShips of our Fantasies,in Reality only strife...
All our Momma's Drama's,Kids at War and Finding Harm,
Fighting for Liberty and Freedom,All of Our Brothers in Arms...
Some Cannot come Home,if just to tell their story,
in a World Without a Poet,None Will FEEL Their Glory...
So I found my Passion,all these years I've tried to Hide,
Giving my Painful Lessons,Showing ALL That I had Tried...
to Overcome My Stumbling Blocks,Strewn along my Path,
Try to Fight the Good Fight,for I Fear the Demons Wrath...
I'm giving you my Lessons,Showing Jesus that I have Tried,
I Left My mark on Humanity,
my words may live on,even After I have Died...
LonelySoul

Author's Note

why I write

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

The reasons why you write are many and for all of us we have the reasons we write. The imagery in this poem paints different scenes for why a person writes. This we done with clarity and passion.

[Lovely Lady]

Incredible. and keep writing. and sharing.....
Incredible.
~lovely

[just is]

Wow this is powerful and sad really, makes one think. I like this, very well written and so well expressed.

[Tate Morgan]

A wistful beauty to this in the longing of simpler times and ways.When we were apt to believe what we dreamed to be real.A beautiful thing to take the child out every once in a while and let yourself dream of days gone by
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[justjenn_2u]

I admire how you are able to speaks such depths. This world is just a mere stepping stone and I feel pain in many of the words you have penned here. I am intrigued to read more of your work, my friend.

[ebur™]

Very powerful and demanding poem, yet also calm. This poem made me think so much while I was reading it. I like the tone of this poem alot and the meaning. Some parts of it almost felt surreal, fantasy like. Great piece.

[Nautili]

very poignant. That passion, that sense of idealism, never let it fade. The world IS harsh and you are right, every artist in whatever medium they express themselves, is necessary to bring beauty and hope. momma's dramas, i liked that line! maybe I relate.