Ha ha thanks Richard and Kilted, I'll keep going until someone decides enough is enough and posts their own

Right lol will head over to that thread and check it out now, please don't worry about 'thread jacking', we are brothers after all

I sit here, a lonely, lonely, room, trapped, encased, encapsulated, longing for freedom, it comes,
Be it black glyph that frees my mind, or gentle tap tap on white keys, the pain recedes
It drifts off on a memory, a soft, quiet, breeze, thought that dissolves into mist, like an old treasured time
Not quite remembered, not quite forgotten, how I feel at present, what a sweet, sweet, sentiment.

Wonder down the written road, there are no ties that bind, save the ever flowing constructs of rigidity in the mind.
Pre-conformed agreement, that stand in stead for us, that labour under misapprehension
despite meaning ubiquitous.
Then stand for me as I use you, for me and my brothers in kind and labour on with interest, to move their gentle minds
Plant only a seed of happiness and let is come to fruit
And labour on in me, so that I may water the root.

Sorry, another poem, can't really help myself here,

Of such a tired man, of such a tired life, of never-ending longing, quiet brain please let me rest in peace, let me stand still once and let at once all be forgotten, let me live my life as it is deemed for lives to be led, leave me to embrace those sweet, sweet, joys that fill the air, those autumnal melodies, those lines of wind, darting from the front, from the back, the lasting notes of the perishing leaf, the brown that drapes the pavements and that litters park in kind.
I linger on in memory, I linger on in form, I try to suppress both of me, both are haggard now and worn.
I can’t resist the temptation of throwing myself in, of bending my back to deep, deep, despair, give me life! Give it to me! I can’t take it on my own, I can’t seem to shake the misery of everything I’ve known.

My life has been a melody, it longs now so to rest, to drop corporeality and embrace existence blessed.

Sorry guys another one, lol going through a bit of a bad time at the moment, writing is quite cathartic

When the river of life bends your way and nourishes the roots on your bank
Leave off the wheat sheef and sickle and remember the water to thank
For we channel it, when crafting, when labouring night and day
Some of us we work in dreams, when rules are far away

I thank the water daily, it nourishes my life, I cannot live without it, I daren't draw from what is dry,
I merely let it flow from hand to hand, from pit to pit whilst being nourished through my eye

Let it flow ever on in me for I cannot stand to dwell, that which would become of me were I to live without a well

PipedJimmy,

I enjoy your writings, and passion, I too find solace in putting my deeply nursed thoughts and sufferings on paper.

Water seems to be such a universal element to the poetically inclined.

I offer this not as an original work of mine, but that of a lifetime favorite, who in his short life encompassed such a deep understanding of the human condition that I hold his works in almost the same esteem as I do The Holy Bible:

Joy and Sorrow

Then a woman said, "Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow."
And he answered:
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that hold your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
Some of you say, "Joy is greater than sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater."
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.
Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.
When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.

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From: The Prophet, by Khalil Gibran

The Prophet

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I find it is a good way to start the day.

That link doesn't seem to work. Try dropping the www.

That's absolutely beautiful Kilted, really does capture the essence of the human condition as you said. Thank you Centurion for the link, will have to check that out soon and thank you also for the kind words.

Prune the bush, that rose that fell, my heart it took with it, the soft ground has it now, use it well friend, use it well, I cannot bear to use it anymore

Hey Kilted, thought you might like this,

New feet within my garden go-
New fingers stir the sod
A troubadour upon the elm
Betrays the solitude.

New children play upon the green-
New weary sleep below,
And still the pensive spring returns,
And still the punctual snow.

Emily Dickinson

What I read as a very touching and melancholic poem from one of your master wordsmiths

Yet more drivel lol sorry guys, but I enjoyed writing this one

Let it slide away from me, a branch that splintered from the tree into the broken wind
The leaves green with life, are speckled along its sprawled fingers grey
Let it slip away and fall to the ground, and nourish the soft brown earth
Life lives on though death's gone past
Let sorrow ring but do not let it last.

Here I sit, boredom ruling my mind, it spreads its wide webby fingers to the furthest corners of my brain and settles in for the winter.
It is a dull cave clothed in grey, awaiting the morn
Here I sit, with heart ruled in kind, it is a lonely thought, hope leads me to believe it will end soon.