Words of the Wise Poetry : November 2017

Thursday, November 30, 2017

Tuesday, November 28, 2017

You can always crash but your never a post to burn
Because if you just crash then you escape with cuts and bruises
The whole purpose is for you to make it through this
Take your scratches and consider it a lesson learned
Whatever you do
Do not burn
Become a tank in disguise
Cause they crash all the time
But their momentum never dies
This is what your spirit should look like
Don't let your life crashes turn your spirit into ashes
For if you crash get back up and go back at it
©Adrian Ware

Monday, November 20, 2017

Destruction

But peace is something that doesn't seem to last

The age of time only glorifies the past

We should be light years ahead of it

The only thing that still remains is

When are we going to settle it

The lighting rod is made of steel

So when bolts strike

It can kill

We are tired of being struck

We want to blend and be mixed in

Let every race be invisible

All death's and I mean all death's

Should really be accidental

©Adrian Ware

Color change

But you are as red as a tomato

The brown leaf is beyond thirsty

Only one seems to be healthy

How could we deem this as complete

One is nearly to close to defeated

The brown leaf pleaded

Please help me

The water doesn't seem to water my side

Shade is often pushing away the sunlight

I have been living a darker life

The tomato gave up it's own life

Dangling until it's stem gave way

Though the leaf died later that same day

Respect for the tomato never faded away

©Adrian Ware

Unlaced shoes

Shoes that are unlaced

Won't leave a trace

For they are to lose to leave a print

Oh how I wish you would have remembered this

When it was my life that you stepped in

For my heart still has the print, the scar

You are the rusty chain that hangs and swings

Leaving behind a painful bang

But if you had wore lose shoes

I doubt that my heart would still remember you

©Adrian Ware

The battle for millions

The story starts at age five

Born just outside of suburbia

The battle for millions is taught inside a classroom

Where the children are much too young to understand

That the battle for millions is just a figment

The thought of green is planted like a seed

You would have greater luck trying to catch a pigeon

The constant pushing and shoving

The lack of hugging

The one's that make it from the average home

The list is way less than a dozen

The battle for millions is meant to destroy morals

We all powerful

But the need for green is a constant echo

Making one abandon their own path

Which keeps intact good morals

©Adrian Ware

Sunday, November 19, 2017

We apologize

I apologize on behalf of my gender

For they know not what they do

Some of them don't have a clue that they are hurting you

They are just individuals who never developed a real mans mind

So they use slander as a defense

In a attempt to try and hide their true feelings

But part of it comes from the environment they lived in

And I'm not trying to make excuses

The line has been drew

Good men have been separated from bad men

Computer: A throw back poem

Computer

My body works like a computer
If I feels that you are something like a virus
I will push you away
Because my heart is like a hard drive
It won't let you do any harm to me
And I compare myself to a computer
Because a computer is smart
And their hard drive is similar to a heart
I tend to push people away
Which is why there aren't that many people close to me
It's something that came naturally
So if I push you away
Don't take it personally
I'm just being like a computer
I'm trying to protect me
©Adrian Ware

#electronic #metaphor