Grow

There comes a point in the lives of men
When whispered words make bright lights dim
When hollow promises fall apart
And lessons be learned deep and dark

The song bird sings the song of truth
The words of wisdom pass the tooth
The man inside fights to the top
And all the old just fades and drops

We learn that we have done much wrong
That maybe we should change
All the things we thought were cool
Were really just so vain

Party hard and live it up
Learn your lessons when you get stuck
Ask your friends to have your back
And find out what was false and fact

You’ll know it when you see it
Son I promise this
When most friends turn their backs to you
The others ball their fist

You’re true friends will stay
Strong and by your side
And then my child you’ll crave
To spread those wings and fly

Surely you will make mistakes
Stumble slip and fall
But surely you’ll recover
Jump up son never stall

Don’t act hard, don’t be shy,
Don’t you hide my child
Just know that you are you for you
But never tame the wild

Taurus

Gentle winds blow through the night
A lonely Taurus stands to fight
A simple song floats in the breeze
As mighty foes fall to their knees

The birds spread tale of strong stood bull
They tell of how he defeated those fools
They let the moon know of his feats
And yet the Taurus could soon be beat


The Taurus has friends who stand their ground
Yet in this battlefield they aren't found
No one can help as he wards the beast
Off of his emptiness they feast

But Taurus stands strong as battles do come
He is not fond of losing some
He will not falter nor will he fail
No he will wait for the ring of the bell


A free bird could save him, a restless being
That being could take Taurus out of the ring
And so he stands strong and steady he'll wait
For something so fair can never be late

Satans long lost shore

Once I stood at Satans door, I knew I'd sin nevermore
Certain things I'd ponder poor
Though I knocked on Satans door
What has got me by my hair with grip so tight I fear to stare
Into the eyes of one so fair while I dream of forgotten shore
It's not my fault this demons grasp has hold of me
Look to the past
Maybe you will see the last of those waves on forgotten shore
Satan looks into my eyes my sins be written by his scribes
Evil deed brought evil vibes and now I'm looking at the shore
But it's time to turn run fast perhaps escape the demons grasp
Shangri-La insight at last, and look ahead at golden door
Look ahead the long lost shore
Satan lost his long lost shore at these gates the golden doors

To Dad.

Perhaps you didn't understand.
Perhaps you didn't care.
Perhaps I would have turned out better.
If only you'd been there.

I sat and cried, on my bed, for many, a lonely night.
I hoped and begged and called for you, to come and aid my fight.
But then I saw what it was, I'm sure I saw the truth.
When you didn't comfort me, when I lost that tooth.

You did your drugs, She didn't care, though it hurt her so.
You dated that girl, blue eyes, blonde hair, but then you let her go.
You made me, that little brat, the one you hated, despised.
But then one day, you were there, right before my eyes.

I asked my mother, who is that? That man sitting there.
My mother looked me in the eyes, as if she couldn't bear.
To tell me that man in the chair, blonde hair, blue eyes, pierced ear.
Was that guy I hated so, my father oh daddy dear.

And then it was fine, we filled the hole, to California we went.
On the beach and on the sand, my mind was slowly bent.
I wondered if you were my dad, would you be there for me?
Well when I needed you the most, I met reality.

You disappeared, gone again
As I sat and cried
My mother had that sorry look
Deep within her eyes

She told me she was sorry
Told me you'd be back
All I had to do was wait
Until you ran out of crack

So I grew up and knew you well
Though distance I keep strong
Every time that you ****ed up
I added to the poem

And as you can see well now
You ****ed up quite a bit
So I guess it must be time
For me to ****ing quit

And well, dear dad, here's what I say, so listen and hear me well.
You, my ****ed up father figure, good sir, can go to hell.

All great poems brother, keep the words coming out if not you'll keep em in. Thanks for the great reads.

Ad astra per aspera.

Compelling writes...full of feeling and humanity. Ty for sharing them, and welcome to mingle and this forum.

Welcome, you do good work.

thank you very much everyone.