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Invisible Inspiration May 22, 2011

Filed under: Poetry — poetrybee @ 7:47 pm

Poetry is that number that you can’t dial

So sit back, relax, because it will take you a while

Music is the written words we are too afraid to speak

Poetry are the books on the top shelve we are too short too reach

It’s that class we can not teach

It’s the neighbor’s angry dog, hungry off its leash

It’s whatever you want it to be

From the house on the corner, or in the trees

It’s whatever you see it as

But when it blows your way, reach out and grab

It’s that special message that they send

It’s the colors that you blend

It’s hot, and it’s blazin’

It’s invisible inspiration


Eyes Of A Blind Man

Filed under: Poetry — poetrybee @ 7:46 pm

I’m sick of this, I’m done trying

Cut off my wings I’m done flying

Wipe my tears I’m done crying

I want to start living, I’m done dying

Call me the salesman, I’m sick of buying

Eating this misery, I’m done with dining

I’ve been searching, but I haven’t been finding

I’ve been unwinding, and lying, on my bed

Trying to figure out, the words and images in my head

I brain has been fed, with creativity

Creativity is the monster that has got into me

As I walk down the street I try hard not to kick the can

I try to sit back and see things through the eyes of a blind man

No color, no imagery

So use your brain and create creativity

Create pictures; see what you want to see

I create things in my mind as fast as I can

I can visualize things through the eyes of a blind man

Keep your eyes open when you dream, I find that clever

Only your brain, not glasses can help you see better

Especially in stormy weather

And when it rains

So be the undercover vampire, cover your fangs

When it rains, yes it pours

But when it shines, it’s all yours

So use it to your advantage

Come on, get a grip

Hold on to that tightrope; make sure your hands don’t slip

I see everything the way I want to, I create what I what it to be

I am the artist so I paint what I want to see

So next time you feel like kicking over the soda can

Sit back and see things through the eyes of a blind man


Heartbeat of a Dead man

Filed under: Uncategorized — poetrybee @ 7:45 pm

If you sit in the cold mist, in the artic

You’ll get a tan

Yeah, it makes no sense

Like the heartbeat of a dead man

But his soul is in a place

Where ghosts meet face to face

Get the taste, of the sweet victory

When you end it all there by slamming into a tree

What’s that supposed to mean?

Just feel worthless and hurt and then you’ll see

You’ll lose it and find yourself six feet beneath

Yeah, grind your teeth

You’re the vegetarian with the beef

Yep, so sit in the desert with a fan

It’s just like the heartbeat

The heartbeat of a dead man


Crime does not pay

Filed under: Uncategorized — poetrybee @ 7:44 pm

Burglars with guns in black jackets

About to shoot it up worse than a heroin addict

Well, I guess I’ve had it

I’ve had my shot

Now the only thing to do is to not get caught

The cops don’t play

You’re the dragon, and they slay

They’re not afraid; they are here to get paid

And they’re not leaving until they hear you say

“I’m guilty”

You can’t lie, feeling deep inside always shine

I can’t afford to make mistakes because I don’t have the money to pay

The bill gets so high; I have to put it on lay-a-way

What else can I say?

Crime does not pay



Filed under: Poetry — poetrybee @ 7:44 pm

I’m not mad, I’m just frustrated

I’m not angry, I’m just irritated

My life has faded

The escalators escalated

On a level I have never been to

Paper is all I can put my pen to

Orange you sad I feel blue?

I’ve been to a new universe

It’s a blessing disguised as a curse

At first, I thought it was what I asked for

Now our soul is knocking on my floor boards

They can’t find the door

It’s not there fault, they’re blind

Arms and legs tied, in binds

Can’t get my thoughts out of my mind

I wish I could go back, but still see ahead of time

Too much on my brain, I wish I could just snap out

I’m sorry if I have a daze on my face

It’s called a blackout


Just be this

Filed under: Uncategorized — poetrybee @ 7:42 pm

Jesus, Jesus, you wanna split my peanut butter jelly covered Reeses’ pieces?

The dogs are off their leashes

And now the school principle teaches

Such a tasty rhyme

I oughta make you eat this

I oughta make you see this

So picture this in your mind

Every single time that I rhyme

Just be this

Be the inspiration I get when I write

Be the sun at night

Take me higher than a kite

So will you be mine tonight?

We can have a sleepover

With snow mobiles and leaf blowers

Not the average just a brush off my shoulders

You feel that rush of the creating composer

So just be this

Be the inspiration I get when I write

Be the sun at night

Take me higher than a kite

Be the imagination

Be the vacation trip in my head

Be the pillow in my bed

Just be there

Love is too bliss

So just be you

So just be this


For Granted

Filed under: Uncategorized — poetrybee @ 7:41 pm

I’m touching the stars

I can’t get higher

I’m like a bird

I can’t flyer

Imagination can take you anywhere

They’re just like car tires

I’m the boss

I can’t get fired

You must have dandruff, because you flake

You take everything for granted

Don’t plant seeds if you can’t water the plant you planted

If you ever get sick of what you don’t have

Don’t take what you do have for granted