Poems-3 new ones

pOUR YOUR HEART OUT
BREAK YOUR BACK
SPEND YOUR EARNINGS
YET YOUR YEARNINGS
FOR A SIMPLE THANK YOU
MAY NEVER COME
WHEN DOING MITZVAS
DONT EXPECT
A WORD OF APPRECIATION
OR ACKNOWLEGMENT OF YOUR CONTINUOUS EXISTENCE
BUT YOUR PERSISTENCE
IN DONG THE RIGHT THING
HELPING'
ENOURAGING'
SAVING
EDUCATING
POINTING OUT THE PROPER PATH
TEACHING OTHERS HOW TO ACT
HOW TO LAUGH
HOW TO THINK'HOW TO BE
HOW TO SEE
tHE EFFECT OF YOUR MITZAH MAY TAKE TIME
A YEAR, A DECADE A GENERATION
FOR YOUR DEEDS TO TAKE EFFECT
YOUR MAGIC TOUCH
AND YOUR SAVING GRACE
MAY NEVER SHOW ITS FACE
IN YOUR TIME
eVENTUALLY YOUR INTENDED BLESSING
WILL BE SEEN AND KNOWN
BY POWERS OF THE UNIVERSE
THAT WE DONT UNDERSTAND.


POEM ABOUT DREAMING:


iS IT WRONG TO DREAM TO FALL
IN LOVE A MILLION TIMES
LOOKING INTO THE EYES AND SMILES
OF COUNTLESS SOULS
LOOKING FOR BEAUTY
pERFECTION IN PHYSCIAL FORM

OR
IN THE SOUND OF A VOICE

TRIGGINGCHEMSITRY INSIDE
TO MAKE YOU FEEL ALIVE

iS IT WRONG TO F IND THE GOOD IN MANY
THE QUALITIES THAT ATTRACT
PHYSCIALLY OR MENTALLY
tO BE TURNED ON BY THE P ERSONALITY
THE VERY ESSENSE
OF THEIR BEING
sEEING ALL THE POSITIVE
WHICH TEMPORARLY MAKES YOU
DRUNK WITH LUST OR LOVE AND DESIRE
BUT KNOWING IT IS FANTASY
ONLY TEMPORARY
lIKE INHALING THE PERFUNE OF A THOUSAND ROSES
ENJOYING THE MOMENT
LIVING ON THE MEMORY OF THE EXPERINECE
UNTIL THE NEXT BOUQUET IS FOUND.
iTS THE EMOTIONAL VISITATION
TO A HUMAN MUSEUM OF ART
WHERE THE PAINTINGS ARE ENJOYED
BUT NEVER CAN BE OWNED.


YING AND YANG


?
You never said you loved me
you didn't love yourself
you told me you used drugs
and addicts are selfish
self centered
addicts to work full time
Their job doesn't earn a pay check
but it is getting high
in heat , storm and waist
high snow
They just have to goto make their score
or suffer
agonizing pain

You opened my eyes to a world
I never would have known
unless shown by an educated guide
with nothing to hide
but the secrets of their methods
of acquisition and deception
to slant my perception
to see only the positive
The episodes we shared
The drama without a script
dialogue came naturally
the laughs seemed real
ANd my abilty to feel and emote
greatly increased

You are now free
the bars that held you
are warmed by other hands
your lryics and music
blend with hip hop bands

whose words
would never have been heard
If I didn't look into your eyes
instead of things in plastic bags
I saw your soul
I saw your pain

Now the curtain has fallen
upon a musical without sound
we have gone our separate ways
each to grow
and glow in our style
But in your self proclaimed selfishness
you gave me a precious gift
The need and ability
to express my inner feelings