Two Weekend Poems!

THE NOTHING!

Empty is my mind

and nothin’ seems to reach me

Its gettin’ hard to find

something that could breach me

I stumble upon this page

For i can’t seem to do anything else

I keep thinkin’ about The nothing

For i keep ignoring everything else

may be something will rhyme and

something i’ll get out of it

May be nothing will work out and

I will never see anything fit

You try not to bend and you try not to pretend

You try to find everything you can

and get everything gets to mend

For so less is there in Your mind

to write anything of any kind

but i can’t help it my friend

for i always feel something’s there hidin’ me behind…

 

What makes you a poet and ,

what takes you to know it ?

All i see are them words in my head

and a plain white sheet here to throw at.

It seems like i’m coming to an end

It seems like it ain’t worth this time to spend

it seems like i’m loosing control and

it seems like i’m getting nervous

 

If there ain’t anything in your mind to Preach

well , may be Your not fit enough to make a speech !

     

 

MUD MAN!

You are to me,

what God is to Pope.

You are to me,

the one and only hope.

wherever you are, whoever you are..

Come into my life and tie me with a Rope..

Take me in your hands, choke me with those bands

Dip me in the sands, drag me through the lands..

The lands i would cherish, the sands i could relish..

Those bands of a wagon, like in the hands of a dragon..

Reach into my skin, Leech into my blood

I’m much too easy to win

For i am only made of mud!

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