Loki Wyrd

Thanks for your comments. I do agree I use the same rhyme scheme too often. I have actually started to branch out some though, just give me time. I'm still new to all this stuff after all.

The Answers Lie Within

A feeling overcomes me,

One that I can't shake;

The life I'm living is a lie,

I'm nothing but a fake.

Slinking down the alleyways

My true self lies in waiting,

While I live the shadows of a doubt

Of which I'm contemplating.

I'm waiting for the sun to set,

And the leaves of fall to cry.

With a gentle hand I'll guide you,

I will not let you die.

My words are spoken for myself,

Ringing in my ears;

I could look upon you if I would

Not be blinded by the tears.

I feel as if I'm reaching out

With a hand that is not there,

When I think about you

With thoughts I can not bare.

The blood, it rushes to my head;

The darkness takes me in;

I can not stay here forever,

While the answers lie within.

Death

I am no more;

An echo through eternity,

Looking for a door.

The Fish

The fish are on the loose,

Flying through the sky;

They're coming for us all!

Will they never die?

My flesh is torn from my bone...

Leaving me all alone.

The Cries

Hear the cries of all the children

That have no food to eat.

Hunger is an animal,

One which can be beat.

How is such a simple thing

Overlooked in haste?

Think of all the petty things,

Think of all the waste.

Take a long, hard look;

What is it you see?

Tell me if you're satisfied;

Think how things could be.

Greetings ~~>

Salutations...greetings...hey-lo...

Salutations and congratulations ~>

Greetings.

Sometimes I wonder

How it is

We've come to blunder

Into a world like this;

Crippled by fear and hate,

We live like animals, but for change

It is never too late.

We think our civilization is great

As we are,

Even being permeated with hate,

And so plagued by war;

It seems we can not live in peace,

But wouldn't it be nice?

We could give it a try at the very least.

How is it this world can stay so

Full of fear?

We let it rule us, you know

It should have no place here;

One day I hope that we shall be

Living without fear,

And living all are days carefree.

Thanks much for your kind words.

It adds intrigue to it all. Actually I don't know what's up with the space...I wrote all these and posted them on my latest 'shroom trip. I don't know what's going on.

I'm not very active lately either, don't feel bad.

I feel a warmth from inside,

Yet I find myself shivering;

To think that my hands

Are sticky with blood,

But when I look again they are not

They are not even cut.

I go to see those in my life,

But they are blurry,

Not there;

There is no one.

Who are you?

Who am I?

I don't know,

I don't know.

Then why do I wonder?

It is not to be known.

Then why do I wonder...

Why do I wonder...

Why?

A thought occurs to me

That I should not seal,

It is to be unwrapped

For the whole world.

Why do I feel so obscene,

What does it mean?

I can't begin to explain,

I can only hope to change.

I apologize

For words I've never said,

Even though my heart has felt them,

And I can not recover

From their blows.

I don't buy into the psychic stuff myself. But to each their own. Though I must say sometimes when using some psychedelics I do feel a little psychic myself.

You shouldn't grumble, it's very unbecoming.

Nice poem. I do believe I know what it's about, though I certainly wouldn't know much about it from your perspective.

What's the world coming to, eh?

I appreciate the gesture towards the 1st poem, as I'm sure you're enjoying the gesture as well.

Very nicely done. A fun piece for sure.

Thank you Parmenion and Appy. I'll consider your suggestions Appy.

Welcome aboard mate.

The flow of these could be tough to follow. I know how it goes though, so if anyone is interested you can come over to my place and I'll read it to you.

BTW...If you ever wonder why my poems don't seem very polished it's usually because I write a good deal of them in a few minutes, these one included. They wouldn't let me get to sleep until I put them on paper.

Persecuted

Some of the laws of this country

I find to be quite absurd

Why should I be persecuted against

For wanting to smoke the good herb

Who are they to tell me

What I can or can not do in my home

What right do they have

To dictate my actions when I'm all alone

I will not obey you

Or play along as I could

I will not demean myself so

As following you I certainly would

I shall do as I please

Throwing caution to the wind

You can lock me up in chains

But don't think that means you win

It Is Not Right

Good people, you know

That it is not right

Good people, you know

That you must put up a fight

You can not let your freedoms go

For they will not run free

The government would bottle them up

They would take them from you and me

You may have your piece of mind

And feel you're safe at night

But the truth I'd have you know

Is that this is just not right

I know it's much to ask

But you must guard yourself

Be aware of what is happening

More than just your state of health

You must have eyes

A voice to match them too

Your words must ring of freedom

And in your heart you'll know they're true

Ah, ok. I'd been away for a little while, that one must have slipped by me in my absence.

The 6th stanza, eh? Suggestions are always appreciated, so feel free to offer an alternative when you think of one.

I don't see what users are online anymore. Was that done away with? I always liked that...

Your therefor works just fine.

Very nicely done. Perhaps one day I'll be able to see how it developed.

*raises his glass*

Cheers!

Editor coming through! Just some little mistakes you may wish to change:

externely = externally

*I'd (remember to always capitalize those I's...that's the last time I'll mention any capitalization errors, even if I see further instances of this mistake)

Iwont = I won't

alot = a lot

defie = defy

gice = give (?)

aint = isn't, or ain't if you wish to keep it like that

careless = care less

everynight = every night

realy = really

Sorry about all that, I just wanted to help you make your poem to be a polished work.

It would seem many people have these feelings. Sad, but true. Love is truly an evil wench, don't let it get you down.