when i wrote this poem i wasn’t thinking of slam poetry
and so maybe there is some type of evolution going on here
because i was thinking more paul mcartney, i kept hearing like the voice
of elton john, its wierd i couldn’t hear the voice of the black artist that i usally listen to
i’m trying to pick out somebody but this poem sounds so folksy to me
but it is what it is and i’m shooting for thirty days of poetry and of the four poems that i wrote today
not including the three i threw away i like this one the best so here it is entitled
Take Some Time
Tied to the times we stayed in tuned
Nusance and abatements let them leave the room
Creating closure where none was before
I hide behind my bedroom door
Deeply hurt I try to work the locks
Can’t get thru the combination as I cry these tears
I thought they were lost in my broken heart
But here they have arrived after all these years
Drawn in by the sight of fire
You can pull your eyes off the reck
My train is derailed and its off the track
And I walk with a brace on my neck
No w let us all take some time to breath as we relive the good and the bad
And if we find this is our time to leave then I’m sure they will all be sad
Take some time
Take some time
Come back to me but first take some time
Just to find out who you are you search and you look in your books
Just to find out where to go you give the past a second look
You lie awake in your bed at night hoping to make a new day
And as you see the sun arise you don’t know what else to say
Take some time
Take some time
Try to create a new space
Take some time
Take some time
You can’t live life with out enjoying the way
We all would like to believe that the sun shines down on us
But sometimes when we are down we have to come up from dust
In the cloud the lonely eve finds himself taking his stock
And in the day the lonely me finds myself watching the clock
Take some time
Take some time
You won’t believe what is owed to you
Take some time
Take some time
You won’t believe what you can do
Finally we walk roads alone
Hoping to stay on the path
And as we carry our number on we lose our own silly memory
Yes our memories are gone
And we hold our toungues alone hoping that the path is not slippery
Yes It is slippery
and we’ve said some mean mean things
Some things that we didn’t mean some mean things
So give us now a chance to make our little peace
And if we can ask forgiveness mate would you please give that to me
Give that to me
Please more than the time
It’s the memory of the mind
We take the time
To give the memory a day away from the sunlight
And this is the moment
We won’t let it go
But if we let go of the moment
Then I’m sure you’ll get to know
That you need to take some time
And breath
Calm down the mind
And flush those old memories
They mean nothing more to me
So take some time
Take some time
Please take some
