Too busy finding fault in others,
I've forgotten those of my own.

As it grows easier to point my finger,
increasingly difficult
becomes that of my angers restraint.

Feeling more unncomfortable,
with once loyal companions,
it should be no wonder
their own discomfort displayed
within close proximity of me.

My list of excuses,
now almost limitness,
keeps growing.
My arrogance and short fuse,
following a close second and third.

Having a snowball affect,
I seem now,
to be losing control.

I see those I love
left with no other alternative,
leaving me,
never to return,
having been pushed past their limits.

Realizing now,
being much too late
it is all the consequence
of my own doing.

Completely alone,
to point my finger at,
I've only myself.

So I do just that,
being it the last time,
directed at my ear,
though this time
with gun in hand...

grab your guitar man..that shit belongs to music..really cool and
creative

Thanks JT, I do play novice guitar by the way, but most of my, well
what i call poetry, is not put too music! Some is though. It's funny
that "college educated" poets would see what i write as garbage, but
it is their copying of style and form that I see as plagerism! Go
figure!!! I thought poetry was an expression of an individual, not
something needed to learn.

Whoa 44 that was awesome...JT's right put it to music

is there a window into my very lonely soul?
folks keep writing my thoughts and feelings on pages,
and I am now a mute point. M.(.)

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44..I can put the telephone book to music..my guitar goes everywhere
with me...With an amazing poem like Much too late"..you can create a
very kick ass yet emotional piece

*hands JT all my words* heh make it music I can't play for shit and I
can't write music notes and all that stuff..just words

and by the way College smolladge...4 extra years of being drunk/you're a
good writer and with or without a degree I along with others will tell
you that

Actually, mine had a cocaine twist!

ok,well I hope the powder clouds subsided/I myself liked pixie
sticks...to eat not sniff

Yeah, it was a few years back!

wanna talk???