walking around in a world thats given me
nothing but headaches
dont need a hand for a thing
when i get what i take
its fake, and
all the people seem to masterbate
just to feel themselves again
when the moments comes the hesitate.
and its all about me
can it not be
tired of waiting for your plans
because they dont include me
got to find a reason your around...

there i was
i dreamt it again
the heat the sun
the feel of my skin
the route
the finest detail
the burning screams
all fires of hell
every minute
every piece of clothes
every word spoken
to every foe
the explosion woke me
but only after the blast
where we were standing
had been turned into ash
the blood on the bodies
the dark color of skin
walking confused
from the pain from within
and in a second you were gone
alone as i watched
lying on the dirty ground
in a soul they thought they bought
you know i wont forget you
you know how hard i tried
to me you were my god
youve given me your pride
no words are needed to thank you
you wouldnt want them anyway
so if you would please allow me
there's something id like to say
your boots were freakin dirty man
but your gun so very clean
you were never out for glory
Im still working on you in my dreams

i love you man
doc

mind- cause you just said it
care because you can
forget the things that bring you down
enjoy the life of man
terms that have no meaning
phrase between the lines
all of the pretending eyes
for those who have no mind
politico inaficionado
triumph for no ones cause
right has lost its meaning
to the overwhelming wrong flaws
discouraged by your ineptness
enraged by your calvalierness
stupidfied by your desire
rejuvinated in my alertness
to you,
because i think your wrong,
i feel your compulsion
dont think we'll get along
and tired as it is
with all that it is
for me to say this
you treat it like shlt
so move on
and be gone
go away with yourself
be freed from the freedom
that you really dont see
go and play with my blood
alone in your hands
and dream of a better place
in some far off distant land

peace's

Just post your pro Bush posts..Frankly, poetry is beyond your reach,
Doc..

You are really kind, are you?

No, just truthful!!

Leave your political animosities in the political forums,
leave your religious animosities in the religious forums,
if you don't like the poems, don't read them
and if you have nothing good to say here, then say nothing at all.

Tell you what..I'll strike a deal!! You don't tell me waht I can do..And
I won't tell you!!

I am a poet..I see poetry here that I like, including yours..

I comment on the poems!!

If they suck..They suck! ..Doc's poetry sucks!

So there, Andrea..

Poetry is a soulful expression,
with no form, no structure, a release of words, a chance to express.

Bobby, your arrogance and ego is showing, and I know how much you
dislike that.

Armydoc has kept his poetry to his own threads, and upon invite from
Nene, and I find your nasty comments very disappointing.

I am sure if critiquing was asked for, it would be asked for.

Allow...

Poetry is to allow the soul to be seen.

And you know that.

i appreciate the critiques, and welcome them.

heres one maybe you can understand bobby.

roses are red
violets are blue
wish i knew something clever to put here... dik

doc forget about it..

nice poetry man..

thanks

You are right, Lee..I will avoid his threads..

I apologize to the patrons..

fukk off

Don't sweat it Doc. As long as it comes from the heart and soul it's all
good.

Thanks, Doc..I expected no less..

WoW,,, Doc i can say I truly have enjoyed reading your work here,, Thank
you for sharing