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Little stones
Sown in me are seeds of old
In me I see the weeds have grown
For me there is a better way
To stay, where I can breath
To find a me without the weeds
Should I watch and place a bet
Should I roll the dice
Hoping for the best, when they tumble
Tumble round and round they go
Random is as random does
If I lose its still a show
Little stones laid in a row
Written on them all we know
The day of joy
The day of woe
All the books now are closed
What is life but so much sand
This one less, this one more
It all ends up on the floor
With a swoosh the broom makes room
Try and hold it in your hand
I am here, there is a me
So, what then does all this mean
That while the sand runs through my hands
I have the chance to sing and dance
I can choose to leave the weeds
Or I can make a place of peace
Little stones laid in a row
Written on them all we know
The day of joy
The day of woe
All the books now are closed
Copyright © Robin Mitchell
Tags: Poem Poetry Robin
Living in Sububia
It is hard living in suburbia amongst the dead
Even rows of headstones all along the street
Each one Marking a family's final resting place
Each one manicured and sterile in silent homage
To the dead
Modern life, what an oxymoron
Conditioned Air, Conditioned Water, Conditioned Lawns
Conditioned Hair fit right in with our
Conditioned Minds
The dead have a code
Dress Code, Neighborhood code, Behavior Code
You can wear shorts, but they can't be cutoffs
You can grow you hair long, but not your grass
Violate the code and the zombies will know
They can smell an original thought
They can hear a rebellious action
The zombies are the guardians of the cemetery
Living is acceptable, but you can't be alive
In the presence of life, the silent alarm
Floating on the air calls to them.
The guardians gather to consume life
Leaving behind the living dead
It is hard living in suburbia amongst the dead
Copyright © Robin Mitchell
Tags: Poem Poetry zombies suburbia Robin
And Love Makes No Reply
Gliding, flying, slipping, sliding
Through the air, through the air
Desire burning
Passion pounding
In my ears, in my ears
Surging, merging, Whispers urging
Through the fear, through the fear
Reason losing
All consuming
Of my soul, of my soul
Living, laughing, crying, dying
Through the fire, through the fire
Lights exploding
Love is flowing
All around, all around
And in our presence
Tomorrow's retreat
Starts time complaining
And love makes no reply
Copyright © Robin Mitchell
Tags: Love Passion Poem Poetry Robin
Smokin' Hot
On my way to nowhere
Getting there real fast
I came upon a woman
I think she had a flat
She was standing on the roadside
Looking for a ride
Catching a glimpse of her legs
I thought I would oblige
She had legs that came from hell
That stopped at heaven's gate
An angel she was not
You could see it in her face
She was Smokin'
Smokin' Hot
She was nowhere near an angel
She was Smokin'
Smokin' Hot
Well I asked was she lookin'
Lookin' for a ride
I told her I was willing
She looked me in the eyes
Just how willing are you?
She asked me with a smile
How about before we go
I take you for a ride?
She had legs that came from hell
That stopped at heaven's gate
An angel she was not
You could see it in her face
She was Smokin'
Smokin' Hot
She was nowhere near an angel
She was Smokin'
Smokin' Hot
She leaned across the seat
And with a little smile
Her fingers stroked my hand
They burned like liquid fire
My head began to spin
There was nothing I could do
My flesh she took to heaven
The rest she dragged to hell
She had legs that came from hell
That stopped at heaven's gate
An angel she was not
You could see it in her face
She was Smokin'
Smokin' Hot
She was nowhere near an angel
She was Smokin'
Smokin' Hot
After we were finished
I Suddenly felt cold
As I watched her walk away
And take with her my soul
You can think that I'm demented
Still I think that it is true
I swear to you I'm branded
Branded on my ... Ask me
And I will tell you
Tell you she was Smokin'
Smokin' Hot
She had legs that came from hell
That stopped at heaven's gate
An angel she was not
You could see it in her face
She was Smokin'
Smokin' Hot
She was nowhere near an angel
She was Smokin'
Smokin' Hot
I'm sure she had some horns
Maybe a tail too
She could wrap around you like a snake
Do things that defied gravity
yep that is right
She was Smokin'
Smokin' Hot
She was nowhere near an angel
She was Smokin'
Smokin' Hot
Copyright © Robin Mitchell
Tags: Poem Poetry Robin Smokin' Hot
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Lullaby
Posted On 07/28/2011 02:58:02
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Lullaby
Remember when you were young
The world just made sense
Because
We did not know
We did not know
About the curtain
Or Of the hidden
All was open
All was bright
There was mystery
Dreams took flight
Do you think of getting old
Will our lives make sense
In the end
In the end
Will we know
Will we know
Enough
Enough
About the curtain
Can we rest in truth we learn
Or will the future be uncertain
Close your eyes
And sing good bye
Sing to me a lullaby
Softly
Softly
Shed a tear
Surely there's a lesson here
What's the purpose of it all
Are we born just to fall
Life is just a carnival ride
Horses, Elephants, giraffes, and more
Up and down we all go
Round and round nobody knows
We are up and they are down
At the top we look around
Now we see the big brass ring
Down we go it's out of reach!
Life is just the dice we roll
There's no reason,
Just a rhyme
Close your eyes
And sing good bye
Sing to me a lullaby
Softly
Softly
Don't be late
Why is life so full of hate
What's the purpose of it all
Are we born just to fall
Remember when we were young
The world just made sense
Because
We did not know
We did not know
That Life just is
We just lived
There's no reason
Just a rhyme
You find it in a lullaby
Copyright © Robin Mitchell
Tags: Poem Poetry Robin Life Lullaby
Little Monkey
Oh majestic
crown prince
crown prince
of creation
of creation
you know nothing
of your own
of your own
destruction savant
Little monkey
with a brain
with a brain
that is insane
that is insane
to think
I am
I am
because I think
I think
I am
I am
the king
the king
of all I see
of all I see
I use and
waste
waste
is all about me
Copyright © Robin Mitchell
Tags: Poem Poetry Robin
Searching
My words when they fall upon my ear
Have jagged edges and glaring sound
I wish that I could see the light
And spend my days
And find some praise
And turn a phrase
that doesn't pound
A perfect phrase when it is raised
Does not offend the ear
Its gentle way
Its subtle play
Can bring a fleeting tear
I could make my life long journey
Contain a single task
To find a perfect sounding phrase
And with no remorse
having set this course
My days would have no lack
You could search in hidden places
The earth, its moon, and universe
Look inside of people's faces
And still not find a perfect verse
A perfect phrase
A perfect verse
A perfect Human Being
They exist in of all of us
So why do we keep looking
There's nothing wrong with how we search
We really are so thorough
The problem isn't where we look
It's how we do the seeing
Copyright © Robin Mitchell
Tags: Poem Poetry Robin
A Lover's Smile
What mystery
Is deeper than
The curve that can be found
As you trace a single finger
Across your lover's thigh
What poetry
is more profound
To touch you in your soul
As your lips brush along soft skin
And brings a lover's sigh
What morning sun
Brings more glory
For eyes to drink in deep
Than when you turn around in bed
And see your lover smile
Copyright © Robin Mitchell
Tags: Poem Poetry Robin
A Truth So Clearly
Have you ever seen a truth so clearly
You knew it must be right
I have owned so very many
But lost them in the night
Darkness comes to claim the weary
It comes in many forms
I have felt its ugly presence
At times I have been torn
Just a little sip of water
Is all the dying needs
Send them onward to their journey
They've fallen to their knees
Have you ever met life's author
His story has been told
Everybody has a version
Its getting really old
Have you ever seen a truth so clearly
And found it to be wrong
I have owned so very many
But lost them in the dawn
Have you clutched a truth so dearly
You squeezed its life away
I have killed so very many
I wish that they had stayed
Copyright © Robin Mitchell
Tags: Poem Poetry Robin
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