Thursday, January 29, 2015
news
for those following at home... i got some good news this morning. it looks like i'm cancer free right now.
of course there will be test in the future, to make sure the lymphoma doesn't come back .... but i look forward to these tests. i want to know i'm cured... i want to be able to believe the good news...
i want to be normal again
so for now, i'm quietly celebrating... with a smoothie and a tentative smile... my emotions will catch up with my insides eventually, i'm sure ...
thank you for your good thoughts
(hope)
Wednesday, January 28, 2015
truth
the truth
comes out
late at night
in a package
opened by force
did you really
think the answer
was going to go
your way?
of course not
you are the
unwashed hippy
you haven't been
subtle
a day in your life
what you
think of
as magic
is just flashing lights
reflected
in the bottom of the gutter
learn
to be what you want
wallow
in what is true
never change
the untalented ways
you walk
live the blue
it'll all be darkness soon
(go)
comes out
late at night
in a package
opened by force
did you really
think the answer
was going to go
your way?
of course not
you are the
unwashed hippy
you haven't been
subtle
a day in your life
what you
think of
as magic
is just flashing lights
reflected
in the bottom of the gutter
learn
to be what you want
wallow
in what is true
never change
the untalented ways
you walk
live the blue
it'll all be darkness soon
(go)
Tuesday, January 27, 2015
unheard
look away lady
what secrets
do you hold?
how did you
entrance him
all those years?
am i all the better
for him
or were you the home
he needed?
far away lady
what hopes
did you have?
did you really
want the moon
and stars around him?
am i just a silliness
that can't compare to
your deepness?
strident but true
what was it
about you
that made him sane?
am i doing the same?
how can i be
like you
but stay me, too?
look away lady
look my way
and tell me how to be
it seems
all you see
is better than
i'll ever be
(look)
what secrets
do you hold?
how did you
entrance him
all those years?
am i all the better
for him
or were you the home
he needed?
far away lady
what hopes
did you have?
did you really
want the moon
and stars around him?
am i just a silliness
that can't compare to
your deepness?
strident but true
what was it
about you
that made him sane?
am i doing the same?
how can i be
like you
but stay me, too?
look away lady
look my way
and tell me how to be
it seems
all you see
is better than
i'll ever be
(look)
snow ago
wish i knew
what i could say
to all the worries you have
wish i could
take away all the bad
that surrounds you
but i can't
all i can do
is point the way
to where you want to go
letting you know
that i'm with you
to guide you through the storm
because
even when you're tattered
and torn
you're still you
a part of me
i never knew i had
forget the bad
and let dreams come true
me and you
to-gether
(we)
what i could say
to all the worries you have
wish i could
take away all the bad
that surrounds you
but i can't
all i can do
is point the way
to where you want to go
letting you know
that i'm with you
to guide you through the storm
because
even when you're tattered
and torn
you're still you
a part of me
i never knew i had
forget the bad
and let dreams come true
me and you
to-gether
(we)
Monday, January 26, 2015
do
sleep and heal
dream and feel hope
rest and breathe
and please believe
that you will smile again
(soon)
dream and feel hope
rest and breathe
and please believe
that you will smile again
(soon)
Saturday, January 24, 2015
introduction
hi, my name is lynn p.and i'm a poet. it's been twenty minutes since my last poem, and i'm afraid i'll slip into the odes again.
i don't mind
poetry lets out the emotions of me. poetry keeps the secrets of me. poetry helps me learn about me, and how i can tell someone else about the mystery of me.
and so i scribe
i want to encourage others to write. i want them to think they can pick up a pen, and let out all the frustrations of the day ... laying them out phrase after phrase ... until they can make sense of what they have inside ...
like i do
i worry that sometimes i write too much because i don't want to bombard the stratosphere with my words. i worry when i don't write, because i think i'm losing the muse.
sometimes i worry too much
for even when the world thinks i'm quiet, i'm fire inside... i'm so alive with words sometimes that i burst into vowels and rhymes
i do it all the time
even in my darkest days i type and rage
may the pages always be kind
to me and thee
(thrive)
i don't mind
poetry lets out the emotions of me. poetry keeps the secrets of me. poetry helps me learn about me, and how i can tell someone else about the mystery of me.
and so i scribe
i want to encourage others to write. i want them to think they can pick up a pen, and let out all the frustrations of the day ... laying them out phrase after phrase ... until they can make sense of what they have inside ...
like i do
i worry that sometimes i write too much because i don't want to bombard the stratosphere with my words. i worry when i don't write, because i think i'm losing the muse.
sometimes i worry too much
for even when the world thinks i'm quiet, i'm fire inside... i'm so alive with words sometimes that i burst into vowels and rhymes
i do it all the time
even in my darkest days i type and rage
may the pages always be kind
to me and thee
(thrive)
dream message
oh
i'm glad this went to
voicemail
i didn't want to wake you
well i did
sort of
i wanted to hear you breathe
yeah i know
i sound psychotic
but most people in love
do
with what they say
with what they write
with what they feel inside
to-day's going to be
a long day
full of negotiations
and celebrations
several thousand people
will be asking
for help
and i'll be there for them
it's just . . .
i wanted to tell you
how much you mean
i wanted to calm myself
in the warmth of your voice
i wanted to give to you
what you give to me
tranquility
for in this big mess
of a world
there's just you
and me
and i'm so happy
to be a part
of us
(later)
Wednesday, January 21, 2015
reminder to me
remember you're here
to help all the others
remember you're part
of a team
remember to think
the best of your brothers
and don't forget to dream
(grow)
to help all the others
remember you're part
of a team
remember to think
the best of your brothers
and don't forget to dream
(grow)
Monday, January 19, 2015
to poe
poe
did we ever know you?
did you show us
any part of your soul?
i see you in the rain
wind pushing the
tatters of your coat
back and forth
as you look out
with such
intensity
at nothing we see
poe
could we ever know you?
was your heart
telling tales
only for you?
never
was the chance
that i could understand you
always
is the hope
that i could sit with you
and let you spin
your tales
of woe
and learn to know
the sadness behind
them
(speak)
did we ever know you?
did you show us
any part of your soul?
i see you in the rain
wind pushing the
tatters of your coat
back and forth
as you look out
with such
intensity
at nothing we see
poe
could we ever know you?
was your heart
telling tales
only for you?
never
was the chance
that i could understand you
always
is the hope
that i could sit with you
and let you spin
your tales
of woe
and learn to know
the sadness behind
them
(speak)
Thursday, January 15, 2015
i will live
i will live
beyond my years
i'll go on
despite my fears
no little pains
can stop me now
i'll show you how
i live
once words are
true
and hopes are
confirmed
you will learn
what's under my skin
and just how strong
i've always been
(grow)
beyond my years
i'll go on
despite my fears
no little pains
can stop me now
i'll show you how
i live
once words are
true
and hopes are
confirmed
you will learn
what's under my skin
and just how strong
i've always been
(grow)
Tuesday, January 13, 2015
soul's cry
the more
you push
the uncertainty
the more
i want
to shrivel and die
the more
you shrug
your shoulders
to the future
the more
i want
to hide from
whatever comes
why try
when nothing good's
coming my way?
why hope
when nothing new's
about to be born?
why live
with my own inequity
when the calm
that i want to see
is in a blur
just beyond me
in praise of vulcan
there's something about the flicking of a zippo lighter.... the percussion of the flint against the wheel... the feel of the wheel against the finger... the spark that happens... even the smell of lighter fluid that you smell when you start up the flame....
it's distinctly... powerful.
you made fire in the palm of your hand. neanderthals would be amazed at the magic you made....
shine on, firemaker... shine on
it's distinctly... powerful.
you made fire in the palm of your hand. neanderthals would be amazed at the magic you made....
shine on, firemaker... shine on
Monday, January 12, 2015
discovery
i guess
the best thing
to know
is that we
don't know
each other
that's not so bad
we're still
on the road
of our own
revelations
in a land
of our own
creation
do you see
the potholes
and the hills
along the way?
i don't
all i see
are trees
and sunshine
and the ocean ahead
steer me past
the unknowns
(that i choose not to see)
and i'll tell of
the bright future
that could be us
if we let it
we'll travel
the road to-gether
closer and closer
with each discovery
and we'll find the way
to you and me
as we walk along
(go)
the best thing
to know
is that we
don't know
each other
that's not so bad
we're still
on the road
of our own
revelations
in a land
of our own
creation
do you see
the potholes
and the hills
along the way?
i don't
all i see
are trees
and sunshine
and the ocean ahead
steer me past
the unknowns
(that i choose not to see)
and i'll tell of
the bright future
that could be us
if we let it
we'll travel
the road to-gether
closer and closer
with each discovery
and we'll find the way
to you and me
as we walk along
(go)
Sunday, January 11, 2015
fairytale's end
i think of
all the time
that i thought we were one
growing closer
and fonder
with each day
learning
dislikes and
likes
hopes and
dreams
the ins and
outs of
what we could be
i was weaving the
fairy tale life
through the holes
in the road ahead
wishing and
hoping for an end
to the growing doubt
inside of me
looking at
your eyes
time and time again
willing you to speak
i think of how
hard
i tried to keep us
to-gether
sailing the moon
and back
just for your smiles
and i grow tired
of the effort
tired
of the hope
tired
of the candyland images
i made
just to keep you mine
were you ever mine?
let time stand still
as i sleep away
all the tears
you gave to me
and all the fears
of to-morrow
just around the riverbend
(end)
all the time
that i thought we were one
growing closer
and fonder
with each day
learning
dislikes and
likes
hopes and
dreams
the ins and
outs of
what we could be
i was weaving the
fairy tale life
through the holes
in the road ahead
wishing and
hoping for an end
to the growing doubt
inside of me
looking at
your eyes
time and time again
willing you to speak
i think of how
hard
i tried to keep us
to-gether
sailing the moon
and back
just for your smiles
and i grow tired
of the effort
tired
of the hope
tired
of the candyland images
i made
just to keep you mine
were you ever mine?
let time stand still
as i sleep away
all the tears
you gave to me
and all the fears
of to-morrow
just around the riverbend
(end)
Saturday, January 10, 2015
broken
so much
can be stopped
with a touch
so much
can be healed
with a hug
but from
far away
all i can say
over and over again
is i'm sorry
i flee
i'm sorry
for the things
that have
to be
and i'm sorry
i'm me
(far)
can be stopped
with a touch
so much
can be healed
with a hug
but from
far away
all i can say
over and over again
is i'm sorry
i flee
i'm sorry
for the things
that have
to be
and i'm sorry
i'm me
(far)
difficulties
i know
it's hard
being around me
i can't communicate
without
pen and paper near
i feel the pain
that no one else
understands
always
in the way
always
out of tune
always
one step behind
i don't know
what i can offer
to counter all
these sins
i make the same
mistakes
over and over again
i make my eyes
blind
looking for the sun
i run
and there's no way
you can find me
always the victim
of my own
tragic scenes
lost in an island
of my own
broken dreams
(gone)
audio version here: https://soundcloud.com/jamison99/difficulties
it's hard
being around me
i can't communicate
without
pen and paper near
i feel the pain
that no one else
understands
always
in the way
always
out of tune
always
one step behind
i don't know
what i can offer
to counter all
these sins
i make the same
mistakes
over and over again
i make my eyes
blind
looking for the sun
i run
and there's no way
you can find me
always the victim
of my own
tragic scenes
lost in an island
of my own
broken dreams
(gone)
audio version here: https://soundcloud.com/jamison99/difficulties
Friday, January 9, 2015
what could have been
and i remember
how it was
and how it could have been
and i resolve
to have it happen again
the way it was before
in my memory
and through my mind
in my heart
and all through time
looking out
at what could have been
and loving you
all over again
(soon)
how it was
and how it could have been
and i resolve
to have it happen again
the way it was before
in my memory
and through my mind
in my heart
and all through time
looking out
at what could have been
and loving you
all over again
(soon)
calm
think calm
quiet thoughts
close your eyes
and sing a favourite song
inside
lie very still
as the wave
goes through you
don't worry about
what will be found
don't worry about
what will happen
just relax inside
and dream
just for once
and the sun
will come to you
again
(soon)
quiet thoughts
close your eyes
and sing a favourite song
inside
lie very still
as the wave
goes through you
don't worry about
what will be found
don't worry about
what will happen
just relax inside
and dream
just for once
and the sun
will come to you
again
(soon)
Wednesday, January 7, 2015
cold
that moment when
they betray you
with a greeting
never acknowledging
the pain you shared
with them
leaving you
adrift
abandoned
unknowing
searching for
a path
back to normalcy
in the scenes
in the play
of love
(need)
they betray you
with a greeting
never acknowledging
the pain you shared
with them
leaving you
adrift
abandoned
unknowing
searching for
a path
back to normalcy
in the scenes
in the play
of love
(need)
Tuesday, January 6, 2015
ode to the one who's lonely and blue and doesn't know what to do about it
no words
can be said
no tears
can be shed
for the one left lonely
no bridge
can see her through
no path
can bring her to
the one she wants to be with
how far
the distance seems
how far
her hopes and dreams
when the cold sets in
how true
can her eyes see
how soon
can her time be
when the sun shines again
(blue)
audio version here: https://soundcloud.com/jamison99/ode-to-the-one-whos-lonely-and-blue-and-doesnt-know-what-to-do-about-it
can be said
no tears
can be shed
for the one left lonely
no bridge
can see her through
no path
can bring her to
the one she wants to be with
how far
the distance seems
how far
her hopes and dreams
when the cold sets in
how true
can her eyes see
how soon
can her time be
when the sun shines again
(blue)
audio version here: https://soundcloud.com/jamison99/ode-to-the-one-whos-lonely-and-blue-and-doesnt-know-what-to-do-about-it
stars
i know
we're underneath
the same stars
but i'm selfish
i want to be
where you are
breathing the same air
i want to bug you again
love you again
remind you again
and again
that you are worthy
of the happiness
even though
you don't believe
forever
i do
staying true
is easy
when i think
of you
(know)
we're underneath
the same stars
but i'm selfish
i want to be
where you are
breathing the same air
i want to bug you again
love you again
remind you again
and again
that you are worthy
of the happiness
even though
you don't believe
forever
i do
staying true
is easy
when i think
of you
(know)
Monday, January 5, 2015
monday
if you hate mondays
you'll have to find
another time to dream
doodle your desires
in between the pages
of that long resume
write the sketch of a story
in the corner
of your briefcase
hide your ideas
in the twinkle
of your eyes
don't lose the plans
you capture between
paper and pen
you'll need their direction
when the weekend
comes again
(hope)
you'll have to find
another time to dream
doodle your desires
in between the pages
of that long resume
write the sketch of a story
in the corner
of your briefcase
hide your ideas
in the twinkle
of your eyes
don't lose the plans
you capture between
paper and pen
you'll need their direction
when the weekend
comes again
(hope)
Sunday, January 4, 2015
ode to a speeding road
flying across the road
to the sea, to the sea
stopping for tater tots
for you, but mostly me
hoping for the sun
to stay high, to stay high
hoping for time
not to pass us by
build a bridge with me
and i will travel to thee
in mind and soul
forever
(true)
answers
figuring out you
is figuring out me
asking me questions
is opening places
to you
the talk we
make
both aimless
and directed
lead to the place
where we're always
connected
two souls in
search of the sun
finding the one
that's in us
to give to
ourselves again
(learn)
is figuring out me
asking me questions
is opening places
to you
the talk we
make
both aimless
and directed
lead to the place
where we're always
connected
two souls in
search of the sun
finding the one
that's in us
to give to
ourselves again
(learn)
Friday, January 2, 2015
advised
stumbling along
fog around my heart
no place to go
no idea how to start
confusion inside
'til i'm mute with worry
eyes look for the way
'til tears make them blurry
this is the time
i grow up inside
alone without confidence
every step a slide
nothing to blame
but what's left of my soul
to-gether with turbulence
no one in control
(begin)
fog around my heart
no place to go
no idea how to start
confusion inside
'til i'm mute with worry
eyes look for the way
'til tears make them blurry
this is the time
i grow up inside
alone without confidence
every step a slide
nothing to blame
but what's left of my soul
to-gether with turbulence
no one in control
(begin)
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