Spyder's blog: "Poems"

 

 

 

Lost in this life

Of broken dreams and broken hearts

Trying to find my way back

To beauty and love

Of endless nights

Unforgettable sunsets

My dream of not being forgotten

So far off

No children I bare

No love to call my own

Today I hope only of a date

To look into your eyes

And to see within our souls

To take that step forward

Back into my life.

Dreams live within the Hearts and minds of the free Freedom will never die Dreams will never end 'No' is never the end Only the begining We are the people of free minds We are a world of bright dreams Falling into darkness Words will never shut out the lights Stones will never make us blind to our dreams To my dreams Of one world Of equal people So help us

Longing Longing to feel her touch Longing to hear her voice Longing to to hold her tight Longing for her kiss Longing for the simple feeling, of here skin next to mine Longing to feel anything, but this since of emptiness Longing to find, her soul who matchs with mine Longing to feel whole once again

Life on the page of dreams and fantasy of all the things I know I can and seem to never be. I write of who I want to be I am an empty shell of a man Words Are all I am if anything at all To live my life off this page of who I am on this very page The quagmire of my existance my heart of it's every beat longs for it's answer to be loved, love, and to love one self

To set the scene, I am a bit drunk. I just got home from a local bar on a sunday night. They have a open mic every Sunday. My first beef is with the people who play on open mic who that as soon as they are done playing, them and their friends leave. What is up with that? Everyone sits through your set, good or bad, and give your props. What about the people who play after you? Are they not good enough for you? If this only happen once in a while, that be cool. But just about 98% of the people who play leave as soon as they are done. That is just plan rude. Am I wrong? Next, I had a table by myself tonight. I left my drink on the table and got up to take a piss. Only to get back to my table to find my drink gone and my table takin' my 3 guys and 2 gals. What the fuck? So that is what I said when I walk up to my table. They just look at me and say nothing. So I ask, where is my drink? They are like, I do not know. So again I am like, what the fuck? Nothing from these asses. Not even an offer to buy me a new drink. I would have given up the table if they would of ask. Cause it was only me and I did not need a big table. But they just took it and dumped my $4 drink. That is just plan rude. Where has the manners and respect gone in our country?