I see it when you look my way;
there's nothing but love in your eyes.
Like flowers blooming in May,
delicate is the happiness that fills our lives.
I know my heart beats true,
for in you I've found redemption.
But lately, I would give it up
for a little deception.
Give me something to write about;
please, won't you break my heart.
Be jealous, petty, quick to judge,
that would be a start.
I don't like to ask favors,
but this I can't do without.
I beg you to walk away,
and give me something to write about.
Let's cut this tired romance,
I just want a show.
Tonight might be the final chance
to rekindle a withering muse.
Epics
Petals of a Rose
gh Batt
There's been silence in the room,
while many decades evanesce.
See a new age in bloom
and pick the petals off.
Press them in the pages
of a worn out, tired book.
Been through the ages, take a look.
It seems to be the case,
that the world is quickly changing.
The traditions once embraced,
seem to be forgotten.
Where has the splendor gone?
The past is all alone,
nothing more than words scraped, on a stone.
As monuments begin to fall;
people start to blather.
Covered in a pall,
idols slowly start to weep.
A time cannot be preserved,
like the petals from a rose.
It lives for the moment, then it goes
Seasons in the Sun
gh Batt
Goodbye my love, our time has passed;
I fear our next embrace will be the last.
I wish that we could start anew;
but the setting sun it is my cue,
my voice will always be with you.
We had joy, we had fun,
we had seasons in the sun;
but the hills that we climbed
were just seasons out of time.
Goodbye mama, don't cry for me.
You always sang "what will be, will be."
I'm sorry that I caused you grief;
there's no time for a change of leaf,
peek to see what's underneath.
Goodbye papa, it's hard to die,
when all the birds are singing in the sky.
You know you were always right;
serious things I took too
Such a sight it is to see,
the merit that children place on such simple things.
A pack of gum, a toy
or a pet, can lead to instant prominence;
rivaling that of kings in the monarchy of the schoolyard.
In an instant everything becomes attainable,
friends, being "it", the best swing.
All theirs without question,
a right of passage they must deserve.
Recess passes to lunch,
as the day slowly expires.
The bell rings,
and as they pass from class to hall
each minion gathers around their master.
They all seek one final taste,
one chance to play, or to view the all important fixation;
so they can endure the night.
Upon the comple
Night Swimming
I sit and reflect on the instance we met,
the euphoria, the taste of tangerine.
The day seems so long ago,
yet I cannot get that picture out of my mind.
Your golden hair and eyes of diamonds shimmering;
beauty can be seen as shallow
but in yours I found a place to swim.
A new world of happiness awakened that day;
sun setting on the old;
I swam in the moonlit night
finally escaping the heat that only hours ago had been unbearable.
Rain whimpers through the night;
all the while, swimming consumes me.
Breath becomes second to water
as the heavens now lack the cool bliss water provides.
The longing to go deeper,
the days of grandeur
Take me back to the moment it was right;
place my hand in yours
and tell me not to cry.
Memories fade from day to day,
yet the picture still stands the same.
The test of time is one I have failed;
I pushed too hard,
pulled down thin walls that had stood so firm.
my struggles ended in a happiness I could not foresee;
I wish that time could take it all away,
reconstruct the life when I was free.
Magic fingers grasp my own
and I smile against better judgment.
Many men have met their match
in giving up that gift of laughter.
I sprout new branches left and right;
maternal and paternal no longer exist.
They
You can never know By GregBatt by airmega23, literature
Literature
You can never know By GregBatt
You can never know
By Greg Batt
Are you someone\'s prayer tonight?
Someone\'s last ray of light?
Are you the only good they see?
Are you the one they want to be?
But how can you tell?
Inside others hearts,
In the very core of hell.
Maybe you are keeping them alive,
And you is the good for which they strive.
You can never know,
What it is like,
To be someone thats not you.
To be someone so normal,
So insignificant.
You cant even imagine.
One forgotten Moment
By Greg Batt
A part of dreams,
Is waking up.
Remembering them with a,
Reaccuring grin.
Embrace them once again,
Before they slip away,
Into the forgotten valleys,
Of the mind
I live
In cruel twist of fate,
In a reality where there is,
Less love than hate.
Lives are tattered,
And belittled,
Until there is but a shadow
Of the glory that once was.
A stale fragment,
Of a past that once was.
One forgotten memory,
One forgotten dream.
I wasnt Special
By Greg Batt
I wasn\'t special,
I had nothing to offer,
Nothing to give you,
That could make you stay.
I couldn\'t be your hero
I couldn\'t save the day.
I gave you my words,
I gave you the key,
My mind.
But you blocked out happiness
You blocked out the sun.
Eventually there was none.
Every memory has been darkened,
No more comfort they give,
No reason to live.
I sit,
I cry,
I yearn,
For one of the memories,
So I could stop,
What I helped start
By stabbing it
Through my cold heart.
Give Me Life By Greg Batt by airmega23, literature
Literature
Give Me Life By Greg Batt
Give me Life
By Greg Batt
Give me life
Make me once again
All you have,
All that you need,
All that you see.
Let me touch you,
Feel your sweet embrace,
Bask in your splender
Your every living grace.
I reach out a hand,
Looking frantically for yours.
But I find nothing.
You are already with him.
Laughing at me,
As I drown,
In the river of my own tears.
Billow
By Greg Batt
I billow,
And dance into rings.
I am a magical thing,
I make shapes that
Havent been concived,
By human minds.
I carry with me,
A bit of your life,
as I pass through your lips,
and rise into the night air.
And slowly,
Along with others,
I steal your life,
along your friends\'.
Smoke billowing through the air.
Lies
By Greg Batt
Lies
Its all about lies.
Me, you, everyone
We all live in lies.
Our lives are lies
So are our dreams.
We cant all be the Stars,
Because if we were,
Who would be the people to serve them?
How can we all find love?
Its a lie.
To love,
We must also be loved.
And to be loved,
Is to be cherished,
By one,
As the world,
Looks ever by.
Lies,
Everyone lies,
Just like when you,
Uttered the words,
I love you.
The Healers
By Greg Batt
Where do the healers go,
When they need healing.
How do I,
Stop what Im feeling.
Because I dont know,
Exactly what to do.
All I know,
I dont know,
What im going to say,
Everyday,
Continues on,
In the same hellish way.
I wish that I could fly
Over this all.
And I wish I could catch myself,
Before I fall.
Because I am going to hit the ground,
And I think that I,
I think that I,
Am soon going to die.
The world around me,
Is slowly decaying,
And I have no idea,
Why Im staying.
My dreams are slowly evaporating,
Into the thin air.
And I wonder,
Why are you still standing there?
Do you enjoy thi
Just the opposite By Greg Batt by airmega23, literature
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Just the opposite By Greg Batt
Just the opposite
By Greg Batt
Death is life,
Or just the opposite.
Dreams aren\'t real,
Who\'dve thought of it?
We live here,
Then the end.
It dont matter,
Whos your friend,
Your gonna find yourself all alone one day,
Struggling just to find your way.
Then you\'ll think back of me,
And remember; it was you who asked to be free.
The One
By Greg Batt
I am the one
The you pass you in the hall,
You just stare as you pass me by
You judge me
But you haven\'t even said \"Hi\"
I am the one
Picked last,
If at all
And when I play
No one passes me the ball
I am my own team
Against all fo you,
I cant win,
So why bother to fight
I am the one
Behind the crowd
Silent, crying
As they yell out loud
For they are the many,
And I am...
The one...
Black hair - all up in curls,
dark eyes - twinkling,
brow - seamless and drawn on,
and a smile always at your lips:
this is how I'll always remember you
now that you're gone,
your gentle face
and sweet voice
etched away in my memory.
I remember those days
as a child,
ringing your doorbell
and seeing those soft eyes
appear on the other side
of the screen door
and hugs and kisses
for all;
and never was there a time
without fresh Cokes in the icebox
and new toys in the toybox
and a pint of Haagen Daas
awaiting its end.
We never tired of Bingo
or piano play
or endless games of gin-rummy
for spare change,
but always found
I wish i could go back there
and
listen more closely to the sound
of your lips
pulling away from mine.
and
the sound of each breath
and
each beat of your heart
against my ear.
i thought i held it so closely then
but now
after so long
i realize i never listened close enough
and
i never held the feeling close enough
and
i never kissed your lips hard enough.
or maybe
i just didnt love you good enough
to keep you close to me.
maybe if i wouldve tried
a little harder
and
pulled myself a little closer
maybe
just maybe
you would have felt the same.
and maybe
youd be here now
because
everyones body
"I dont have a girlfriend..."
Yeah, well neither do I.
"I really need a girlfriend..."
Yeah, well so do I.
"If you get one, buy a camera."
I cannot believe you just said that.
"Get away from me!"
What did I do?
"I don't associate with bisexuals."
You did yesterday.
"Leave me alone."
What's changed?
"He's just scared"
It's not my fault he figured it out.
"Give him some time."
I'm still the same person.
"It just goes to show you who your real friends are."
...So the last three years were meaningless?
I see no changes,
All I see is another war,
sayin its for freedom,
but its all been done before.
My little brother of thirteen years,
seen twice the killing,
and twice the tears.
In the same place,
against the same race,
and the same face,
is smilin all over the place.
You see Bush,
I understand you,
your tryin to do,
what your daddy did too.
But your daddy was wrong,
It werent right,
to invade Iraq,
Its pointless to fight,
violence with violence,
and you cant silence me,
not as long as I'm free,
even if I'm in chains I'm still gonna decree.
You aint nothin,
without your tanks and your bombs,
your army's,
your navy'
Eyes connect
For an instant the world
Still.
Laughter fills the air
A bond
Formed.
Feelings on the rise
The sky is no restraint.
The short distance between
So far.
Unkissable face
Untouchable hands
Undesribable feeling.
A boy
So fragile.
Scarred by the outside world
A girl
His rock
Unusual.
Maybe.
Unreal.
No.
For the things she does for him
Are so very real.
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