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The Method (Poetry)

1/15/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

Spent so long in academic pursuits

Hoping somehow I’d become astute

In all the mysteries of our wondrous world

But I’m all alone, confused in the cold

I’ve taught myself how to make some sound

In the comfort of this shade that I’ve found

Under dim beams of moonlight I come around

No length of darkness keeps me in and down

So truly this is the method of my madness

A little hope squeezed between the sadness

I may not say too much with my simple words

And what’s there to quote but my simple chords?

Do I dwell on stale memories, are they all that I have

Of a past best forgotten, it all leaves me so sad

I’m a wreck, it’s true, but it can’t end up all bad

There’s madness in my method, so I’ve just gone mad

Enchanted (Poetry)

1/15/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

You enchanted me without reason

I just can’t win in any season

But your spell helps me live on

Gave me something to ride on

Utter despair and disrepair

But it’s something, albeit unfair

Sleepless, I wish I were numb

I wish I were deaf and dumb

The world inside is so cold

I stumble around, feeling so old

Without anything left in to believe

My lungs are weak and I wheeze

It’s getting much harder to breathe

You cursed me as stupid and small

When I could have given you all…

Sweet Possibility (Poetry)

1/14/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

I taste the possibility of her kiss

Even though realistically I'm denied this

The sweet thought of her sight

What I'm thinking just isn't right

All I want is to be sincere

Tell her this truth without fear

Feel the sweet possibility of her touch

In my lonely reality my heart's crushed

But her smile still salves my wounds

Soon forever she'll be gone so soon

All I need is to be sincere

Handle this bitter truth with...

No fear, without a tear

No tears, be sincere

Feel my heart sink

In the ocean of dreams

Daydreaming at the call of her voice

I've never heard a more lovely noise

Wrapped in it all of my joys

But I'll never have it, no...

I just need to be sincere

Handle this bitter truth with

No fear, without a tear

No tears, be sincere

Feel my heart sink

In the ocean of dreams

I'll forever miss her dearly

Sign of the Times (Poetry)

1/14/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

Throttle it up, and strap yourself in
Revel in the bliss of perpetual sin
There you go again, dying within
Sign of the times, we're all worn thin

Sex it up, leave it all on the floor
Sell your soul for a little sugar to-go
Sign of the times, we're feeling low
There you go again, let yourself go

In the morning you're gone again
After another night of sweet blissful sin
Gone by the wayside, I'm here alone again
Waiting on good times that won't come again

Hercules (Poetry)

1/14/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

9-29-10

Our hero has fallen

Authored failures of epic proportions

Who will bow before him now?

All the bleeding hearts have stopped

So grand so strong was he

Our hero or so he seemed

His heroic low rider ways

Beckoned for a higher calling?

Oh so now were he a god

Were he a savoir of the masses

Why then did our heavenly lord

Grant him none of His graces?

The corruption has spread like cancer

We’ve elected ourselves a king

Our nation can’t collapse much faster

Shadows of the truth beckon us to sing

Our hero has fallen

Take him away

Our hero was false

He has lead us astray

Our hero is a fool

We’ve all lost our way

Our hero is no more

Today is our darkest day

For a new hero, we can only pray

He was never our Hercules

Never could win us the day

Bring us a new hero, please…

Dust (Poetry)

1/14/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

Covering this old desk

Are papers yellowed and old

What was written here?

So very long ago

The dust is thick

And I can feel it

Soft at my fingertips

This very place

Such an empty space

So full of manuscripts

And random scraps

What was written here?

This is what is left

Of a broken man's

Imagination and dreams

These are the scribblings

Of a trembling hand

Why couldn't he let go

Of the things he couldn't

Change as hard as he'd try

Why did he have to die?

All that's left of him

Lies here under this dust

Dried out pens

And worn out pencils

His only tools

He knew how to use

He couldn't use

Much else but his

Highly literate mind

The dust it settled

Carefully has preserved

The words he wrote

He rarely ever spoke

Except thru the written

The Words he toiled over

This is all, these words

Are all that's left

Of a man that let

Every cog in him rust

Everyone lied to him

There was no one

That he could trust

To pass his wisdom on to

Hoping for a future

Someone with a clue

To find and learn

From his mistakes

You can write all your life

Try to find the truth

There are just some things

That just can't be rewritten

Things just are what they are

His greatest mistake was

Trying to rewrite the past

The best we can do ourselves

Is to write a future for us

A future that can last

Birth of a Prophet (Poetry)

1/14/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

Something magic happened in your bedroom

A wonder child will indeed be born soon

Do you realize what your actions are worth

The importance of what your love has given birth

He'll for too long only know his name

And the loving arms from which he came

But he'll know too well he doesn't belong

And struggle mightily to find solace in song

The nature of things will corrupt him

The flesh will tempt and mock him

But no earthly temptation will stop it

For whatever may come, he will be a prophet

Rearrange This (Poetry)

1/14/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

I thought, if I could rearrange this life

I could make me the one you wanted

I thought, if I could make you believe this

I could make you the one I needed

Rearrange this, what the hell have I been

Doing with all my time inside this go round

Hell, it's not so merry but it's going around

Trying to rearrange this mess I'm living in

I felt, if I could rearrange this life

I could make you the one I needed

I wonder, if I could make me believe it

I could make me the one you wanted

Rearrange this, where the hell have I been

Drowning in my pity inside this go-round

Hey, it's not so merry but I'm going down

Trying to rearrange this mess I'm living in

Rearrange this life, I'm the only one I needed

Rearrange this, too high a price for what I wanted

Rearrange this life, I'm not really what you wanted

Rearrange myself, it's all I've ever really needed

When We Go (Poetry)

1/14/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

If you give a little, babe

Then you know I’ll give a lot

If you turn me topsy-turvy

I may get dizzy, but I won’t stop

When we go, we won’t together

I know it’s true, but I won’t like this

The way we part, tragically

Was there any point to it?

Psychotic, infection, this affection

Was it ever truly meant to be?

When we go, it won’t be forever

Part of you will stick with me

When we go, I won’t be together

I know it can’t be true, I won’t take this

The way we’ve gone, so painfully

Part of me will be lost, I’ll be much less

If I give a little more, babe

You’ll give not much more

Even if it’s a little bit too much

It won’t be enough anymore

When we go, it won’t be together

When we go, it won’t be forever

Together, no, never, this heart will break

Apart we must go, forever be, for my sake

In Death Do We Part (Poetry)

1/14/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

If you're to call love a sin

Then how can any of us win

If my heart is doomed to fail

Let me then, let my love sail

In death do we part the same

As you would have us do

Life's a bitter lonely game

Unless one and one make two

If the love between us fails

It won't be from your assails

You and I really are no different

If only the truth were transparent

In courts as our romance is declined

As hecklers scream for our demise

I implore you please, open your eyes

The beautiful bond our love's designed

In life we carry on just as

Two hearts in a romance sublime

In death do we part just as

You and yours will do in time

Magic Woman (Poetry)

1/14/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

O magic woman, won't you join your heart with mine

Take me in your arms, we're becoming intertwined

Magical incantations that your love creates

Taken in delirious of function time and space

Magic woman, won't you draw me in your life?

If you care to dare will you become my wife?

If you dare to care will you open up and say

That no other being has made you feel this way?

Darling angel, for your love I will repeat

The loving acts I made you at our first meet

And the careful tender words, I entreat you

To synchronize the rhythms of our heartbeats

I Would If I Could (Poetry)

1/14/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

I would if I could

Sing without the heartbreak

I would cause I should

Make one big happy mistake

Twenty-three, twenty-three

Losing all of my youth

Twenty-three, oh mercy me

Oh pity me, I'm so uncouth

I would if I could

Bring you home with me

Then I could if I would

Love you so very tenderly

If I did cause I could

Immerse myself in misery

If I did cause I should

Thank God I still see

I would cause I should

Thank God my heart still beats

Would, I really should

End these masochistic repeats

I would if I could, while

Walking these lonely streets

I would if I could, smile

Think of you, and when we meet

Wrinkles (Poetry)

1/14/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

Damn these worries of mine

That put these wrinkles on my face

Do you set aside time

To knock me down, invade my space?

All these pains I collect within

Around in my head they twirl and spin

Dancing freely like leaves in the wind

Is my very being but an unforgivable sin?

Damn sick of the nerves

Wear me thin, weak, and without grace

Stresses are forever preserved

No way in hell I could keep up the pace

Damn these worries of mine

That put these wrinkles on my soul

Pulling tighter all the time

Will they choke me, consume me whole?

This is My Heart (Poetry)

1/14/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

Here is my hand

This is my heart

I've found you so worthy

Why don't you gimme a start

I'm twisted and turned

In throes of turmoil

I've tossed and burned

Planted in barren soil

My roots are stripped bare

But in your eyes glimmer hope

Why I treat you such care

Here is my heart

Held out in my hand

I've found you in spite

Of long miles I've spanned

Looking for the bright

For you I make my last stand

In your gaze there's a light

Here is my hand

This is my heart

So why are you so worthy?

What is there for you to start?

The oceans emotions that keep us apart

There are smoke signals that keep them away

But mine is too much a foolish reckless heart

My heart is aflame, for my sin of lust I shall pay

Here is my hand

This is my heart

In your eyes I found one worthy

To throttle me up and take me down

Shiver, Slither, Wither (Poetry)

1/14/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

Sometimes I wonder

That love at first sight

Seeing you at first light

I can't help but ponder

How could it go right?

You just tore me asunder

Shiver, slither, wither

Shiver, slither, wither

You made me shiver

When you shoved me down

You made me quiver

As you tore me open

When you drove me downtown

So you could catch me, groping

Just to get in and slither

Shiver, slither, wither

Shiver, slither, wither

As you leave I wither

You burned me out

Tore my guts about

I'm empty, cold, murdered

Can't help but shiver

All I can remember

Is how you slithered

Shiver, slither, wither

Shiver, slither, wither

Lookinglass (Poetry)

1/14/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

You’ll be already, beside me

In a glass coffin so the world can see

Alice, take me to your wonderland

Between your skies, night and day

In these troubled times, my tired eyes

On you they prey, your precious sway

Of your hips, the joining of our lips

Let me look through your looking glass

And see the beauty, the man I want to be

Gemini (Poetry)

1/14/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

Once lost in the doldrums of ignorance

Found myself a pair of diamonds in the rough

You don’t have to act so tough

Incredibly entranced to my heart's content

I’ll find my way to invent a song

For you, my cooing wonder doves

So much time has passed, such a crowd's amassed

Since you played in smoky coffee shops

Bringing sweet melodies, jerking teardrops

While spending nights in cheap motels

Musty and dank with unfamiliar smells

Gemini – twin diamonds in the sky

In my dark despair, I once died

Couldn’t help myself, but cry

But through your songs, I’ll repair

Broken hearts indeed do mend

So just how far does your love extend?

Wonder (Poetry)

1/14/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

Convinced by your vain prediction

You wonder if the day will pass you by

Wrapped up in hapless production

You wonder if it was worth it to try

Missed out on a wonder

Inspired by the circumstances

Of your interesting ramblings

Over easy like a silly blunder

Are you wrapped up in your wonder?

Seeing bright lights in the night sky

Wishing for an angelic stranger

Arms outstretched hoping to catch an eye

Candy Heart Hangover (Poetry)

1/14/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

Love me, hug me, kiss me, want me

This candy heart hangover

It's just a crutch

Sugar high, let's stay inside

And drink to our blissful holiday

Get inside my inner space

And make my worries a lie

This candy heart hangover

It's just a lie

I held it close, in my bones

Felt the falseness eat me alive

Somehow even in this sweet escape

I dug my grave and slipped away

This candy heart hangover

It's my way to die

Sugar high, just get outside

And let the chill rust your inside

Lovely lies but they're still fake

This pain don't know what I can take

This candy heart hangover

It's a fatal lie

Mortal wounds take my body

But you still have my heart

My soul it bleeds black and blue

Leaking my favorite colors, longing for you

This candy heart hangover

It's never gone

This candy heart hangover

I won't last for long

This candy heart hangover

It's never gone...

Magic Lady (Poetry)

1/14/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

O magic lady, why so shady?

The frilly laces of her countenance

Too lovely to be a victim of circumstance

Is this a special type of epic romance?

The kind that blinds every sense

If I were ever to stand a chance

Unlucky victim of circumstance

Is this the only type of romance?

Can I ask you, dear, to this dance?

O magic lady, shining before me

Could never ask you to stand with me

You’re so startling fantastically pretty

So magic lady, why so shady?

Focused (Poetry)

1/14/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

Only focused on my dreams, cause they're coming true

Only focused on my wishes, cause I'm on to you

Only focused on playing this right

Only focused on making it through tonight

This is magic that makes mountains move

This is magic that gets me in the groove

I won't let this revelation be my epitaph

This is magic, why'd you want my autograph?

Only focused on my dreams, cause they're coming true

Only focused on my wishes, cause I'm on to you

Only focused on playing this right

Only focused on making it through tonight

Bright light fright, the eyes are like stars to-night

Burning rhythm in my chest, heat wave in my muscles

Kick it hard so you can feel the motivating pulses

Of a body in full swing with the magic that moves

Mountains and rivers, the streams of inspiration

This passion the guilt of letting it all go evaporates

The sense of losing control is gone, the magic explodes...

Feel energy bursting through my brain

This is a lovely thing flowing in my veins

This everyday train wreck is such a drain

Without this magic, would turn me inside out insane

Only focused on my dreams, cause they're coming true

Only focused on my wishes, cause I'm on to you

Only focused on playing this right

Only focused on making it through tonight

Only focused on my dreams, cause they're coming true (my focus, my love)

Only focused on my wishes, cause I'm on to you (my focus, my love)

Only focused on playing this right (my focus, its tight)

Only focused on making it through tonight (my focus, its tight)

My focus, my love. This feels so right...

Musketears (Poetry)

1/14/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media

Musketears fighting for the nation of love

For the chorus of the forgotten souls

And the heavens high above

For truth, a duty to humanity

To combat the hatred, the love depravity

No more war, only peace

The weapon is our melody

The words are our battle cry

Musketears emerging from the valley

Why does the war always end so badly?

Musketears fighting to build the nation of love

Is there some greater force among the stars above?

Meanwhile on earth there is only the coo of a dove

To remind us there is still a winning chance for love

Musketears, boys and girls, take up arms

In the form of your own soul songs

Play them long and hard to the throngs

Of the unfortunate souls who live in poverty

Those that have missed on love's opportunity

Musketears fighting for the nation of love

For the chorus of the forgotten souls

And the heavens high above

For truth, a duty to humanity

Musketears, let's end the tragedy!

Remember Too Much (Poetry)

1/14/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media

The false fires that we stoked

With the petty lies we’d hope

Would bring us closer together

But happiness was in the never

As we fibbed away forever

Did you remember too much?

Or forget what it was all about?

Have I just lost my golden touch?

Or was there just never any doubt?

So it took so long to figure me out

What we had was a specialty

Loving me all night in the dark

The words we shared were a travesty

It didn’t take too long to get to me

My bite’s no match for my bark

My heart just snapped in two

When I realized you were playing

I’d stay up all the night asking who

All this time I stayed and you strayed

And I never thought to level with you

Now I’ll remember too much

And never forget your parting call

There’s no salve or a crutch

That will keep me standing tall

I’ll just keep on thinking too much

Giraffe (Poetry)

1/13/2015

Photo Credit: Pixabay, Public Domain

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media

Sing me a Savannah lullaby

The wild’s too bitter to-night

Let me ride on your back

So we can spend the night

With our heads in the clouds

I ride your back, run like a cheetah

The pride is on the move, they give us chase

Hide me in the trees, lift me up

Let’s find the clearest space

This passion is so true - it’s a heart attack

Will you be my long necked beauty?

Be my darling, my giraffe

Make me cry for joy make me laugh

Watch our backs while we twist and curl

Make this savannah romance unfurl

Rejections and Reflections (Poetry)

1/13/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

So I looked into my mirror

Hoping to see inside clearer

But what I saw was too ugly

For my weak heart to bear

Upon reflection of past rejections

I can see all they saw wrong

Upon further dissections

I can put all my faults into song

I’m not long for this world

I’ve felt so low, too many times

If only all my trouble’s answers

Came in neatly packaged rhymes

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The Method (Poetry)

Enchanted (Poetry)

Sweet Possibility (Poetry)

Sign of the Times (Poetry)

Hercules (Poetry)

Dust (Poetry)

Birth of a Prophet (Poetry)

Rearrange This (Poetry)

When We Go (Poetry)

In Death Do We Part (Poetry)

Magic Woman (Poetry)

I Would If I Could (Poetry)

Wrinkles (Poetry)

This is My Heart (Poetry)

Shiver, Slither, Wither (Poetry)

Lookinglass (Poetry)

Gemini (Poetry)

Wonder (Poetry)

Candy Heart Hangover (Poetry)

Magic Lady (Poetry)

Focused (Poetry)

Musketears (Poetry)

Remember Too Much (Poetry)

Giraffe (Poetry)

Rejections and Reflections (Poetry)

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