tarbaby's blog: "some poetry I wrote"

The song writer wrote... 
Heatfelt words, of sincerity and rhyme 
Set to sweet melodies 
I recall from time to time 

In moments of stillness 
As I find the time to think... 
Just after the hour of midnight 
When I sit alone and drink 

I recall certain tunes 
With words that relate... 
Those memories come alive again 
A smile comes to my face 

Those moments...That time 
Kept close within my heart 
When you and I were all that mattered 
Close in the seat of my car... 

The cassette deck played 
Those songs that were written for us 
Like Bon Jovi sang, 
About a "Bed of Roses" 

I found my place in this life 
Was inside your loving arms 
I was captivated and consumed... 
By your charms 

Now I am without you... 
Left are the Tearful melodies 
And I live with them tonight.... 
Within my memories 

Speak not to me of loves tender embrace... 
Not of kissess blessed by sweet lips, touched unto my face 

Speak not to me of softest whispers, spoken to my ears 
Not of heartfelt desires, as lovers do when they lay so near 

Speak not to me, of sun swept fields, where lovers lay in dandilion grass 
Not of misty scarlet, or crimson dreams which always come to pass 

But speak to me of lonely songs, of a broken heart and tears 
All you left for me to hold onto, as you left me here 

Tell me again, so I can smile, of a love can forever last 
tell me of every memory I can find, at the bottom of this glass 

Say to me, that you still love me, so I can still laugh 
Through the tears that keep on falling on this faded photograph 

Tell me, you will always have feelings for me, so I might slightly feel 
The whiskey burning into my mind....just before I hear 

The shattering of this whiskey glass, against the mirrored wall... 
Speak not to me as I pass out, so I can't hear at all 

Roses always bloomed there 
Though it seemed so strange... 
A deserted piece of rocky ground 
Where the weather always changed 

But everytime he would visit there 
And climb the broken trail... 
He always found a rose in bloom 
So fragile and so fraile 

No one, save him, knew the story 
Of what happened long ago... 
Near a tiny, little villiage-town 
On the border of Mexico 

A young man from he East 
Came West to settle down 
He fell in love with a beautiful young lady 
That had grown up near the town 

Her raven hair glistened 
When touched by the evening wind 
Her dark eyes, wickedly beautiful 
Mysterious as a sin 

He planted a gargen of wild roses for her 
As a symbol of his love 
She spoke words of devotion to him 
And they both vowed to the stars above 

That as long as they loved eachother 
The roses would forever bloom 
No matter the season or the weather... 
Sunshine or stormy gloom 

The town made him a law-man 
He put on a star and gun... 
She kept their home so tidey and neat 
She kept the home fires warm 

Until the night the raiders came 
And ravaged the quiet town 
He killed a number of the band 
But still they gunned him down 

She laid him there among the roses 
In the garden near their home 
The pain was more than she could stand 
She picked up his gun, her life was gone 

She was laid to rest next to him 
In their garden, their promises there to keep 
If you ever visit there... 
Forever Roses you will see 

  

He rode a firey horse 
The fastest anyone had seen 
His armor shined in the sun 
His sword sharp and clean 

N'er a man had bested him 
Not with fist nor with blade 
N'er a woman had held him close 
N'er their beds he'd made 

The only love in his heart 
Was held for his Queen 
His duty and his only oath 
Was given to her upon his knee 

He had fought well for her kingdom 
and oft he'd stood alone 
For the wicked Lords of the court 
secretly planned to steal the throne 

Send him on a quest, said one 
send him now forth 
to slay the firey beast 
that dwell in nthe mountains North 

it will surely devour him 
against us none shall stand 
we can take the kingdom and the Queen 
so began their evil plan 

The shining knight rode the day 
and well into the night 
he stopped to rest beside a brook 
Appeared the dragon ready to fight 

It breathed fire and smoke 
and knocked the knight from his horses back 
the fire burned an acid hot 
It scortched his armor black 

the knight drew his sword and charged at it 
and struck a mighty blow 
He killed the beast and won the fight 
Yet as it died...it spoke 

Loyal knight, knowest thou 
In grave danger is your Queen 
The evil Lords of the kingdom court 
hath laid her castle to seize 

Ride young knight, and do not stop 
She is in the highest tower 
Take with you my final gift 
I give the dragons fire 

He mounted his horse and like the wind 
He rode at lightning speed 
the anger burned within his heart 
He had to save the Queen 

He topped the hill and reared his horse 
the walls guarded by 20 men 
he saw the tower where she was 
the anger rose again 

he charged the gate, his battle cry 
the guards beheld the sight 
Their nightmare true before their eyes 
M' Lord the Black Knight! 

before their fear had fully gripped 
His blade was all they had seen 
he slew them all in an instants time 
Now on to free the Queen 

The tower steps were guarded too 
The assasins hidden well 
they sprang with blades at ready to strike 
but were consumed by flames from neath his helm 

The chamber door, of sturdy oak 
shattered at his heel 
The frightened Lords, at the sight of him 
begged his mercy, and to their knees they fell 

He spoke not a word 
He drew his sword instead 
Thunder roared from high above 
He'd severed off their heads 

He turned to the Queen and looked at her 
Tho frightened, she'd stood her place 
he removed his helm and raised his head 
So she could see his face 

He lifted her up into his arms 
and carried her from the chambers gloom 
He gently sat her rightly there 
Upon her royal throne 

The Knight unto the Bishop said 
I'm weary of the slain and dead 

Mine sword hath banished Kings to death 
Knights and pawns and all the rest 

I now put away mine sword and shield 
I put away mine horse that strode the field 

I fight no more, my time is done 
Upon this day the game was won 

The Devil sat brooding, behind the board 
what can make this Knight pick up his sword 

With an evil laugh, and eyes agleam 
I know the trick, I'll take his Queen 

I have her, Knight what wilst you do? 
Wilst you fight alone for her majesty true? 

The Knight turned in his square, and charged the field 
and destroyed the black army with the sword he'd weild 

A dash to his left, and forward twice 
He beheaded the Devils remaining Knight 

He thrust his blade neath the Devils chin 
You have lost the game Check mate...again 

He thought he had held the secret well 
The pain and ware of his time in hell 
  
To feel ashamed of all he'd done 
alone and away from eyes that shun 
  
The explosion, the fire, the burning skin 
the I E D destroyed the vehicle he was in 
  
The 'gifts" he recieved from that war 
pain, fear, hurt, and scars 
  
He tried to hide the fear and hurt 
Bury them deep within the dirt 
  
Yet everytime he closed his eyes 
the fire would fall from smoke filled skys 
  
The vehicle exploded again and again 
He hears the screams of his best friend 
  
Jolted awake from the endless nightmares 
covered in sweat, he sits and stares 
  
All the terror of that sight 
reborn, relived in sleep each night 
  
The wounded screams and silent dead 
locked forever in his head 

I lay awake, and long for sleep 
The wind outside makes the willows weep 

I hear, so well the lonley cries 
I remember every tear that fell from my eyes 

But I quit crying when the liquor ran out 
and I made myself so strong again some how 

I buried every moment of what once was you and I  
I vowed to every star up in the sky... 

That the very depths of hell would freeze before I'd shed another tear  
That I would overcome the pain, the hurt, and the fear... 

But as the thoughts of you, as if carried by that wind 
Like a shadows whisper, gentley seep in 

They tease my mind, they trick and decieve 
the flames of hell are beginning to freeze  

Tears fell like raindrops 
The night they had to part 
Two sets of eyes told the story well 
Of both their broken hearts 

Her soft brown eyes 
They pleaded, for him to understand 
He begged her to come away with him 
Tho she was promised to another man 

He knew full well she could not go 
For come the morning he was off to fight 
He could not deny his duty vow 
She couldn't betray tradition, even tho it was not right 

Both their eyes, cried that night 
Well into the day 
As he left her there where they had met 
On the beaches of Tokyo Bay 

He carried her picture with him 
He carried it near his chest 
Looking at her image got him through 
The bullets, bombs, and the death 

She never married... 
She defied traditions grace 
For she loved only him 
She carried a picture of his handsome face 

As night would fall, the moon would find 
Both holding their pictures close to their hearts 
In both their eyes welled with tears 
The crying eyes would start 

She found the news that he had fell 
In a place called IwoJima hill 
She took her life in Hiroshima 
Just before the bomb had killed 

The war had killed them both 
Each in its own way, they shared the pain 
Now the angels cry for them 
In Japan,  everytime it rains 

Speaketh not, to me, this night 
of what the morn may bring 
Not of duty nor of oath 
Not of kingdoms nor of Kings 

Let us stead whisper words as lovers both 
Layeth aside thy scepter and thy crown 
I wilst put away mine royal crest 
and cast mine sword into the ground 

Let us taste the wine upon eachothers lips 
as they meet in sweet surrenders kiss 
Forsaking all the outside world 
for this moment of tender bliss 

I seeketh not a treasures hold 
Not of title nor of fame 
For all mine heart could ever want 
is for thee, to whisper mine name 

And to hold me there within thine heart 
wherest none other mayest be found 
and cometh to me as the moon sits high 
and once more put aside thy crown 

For with the morrow, should I face, 
Treason, or a traitors death 
Know my love, I wilst whisper thy name 
With my very last breath 

  

There are monuments 
scattered across the land 
They aren't made of gold or marble 
they aren't rare or grand 

Just a rifle driven barrel down 
a helmet rests upon the butt 
empty boots upon the ground 

Each monument 
though small and crude 
Tells a story 
of honor true 

For they signify 
a soldier lost 
Rightly named 
a Battle Cross 

For those who died 
in Iraq and Afganistan 
we left our tears 
at these monuments in the sand