"Bluesdog"
Please
Please Help Me.
Little do you know of me,
but, Please HELP me.
I am drowning in life....
Bluesdog
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A Man - TheMan
by "Bluesdog"
A Man that reaches for the stars....
The man who looks in his soul at his scars.
A Man who wants more for himself...
The man who cries at Himself
A Man that makes his dreams come true....
The man is just able to do what he has to do.
A Man looks at the world as his domain....
The man always looks at what will remain.
A Man will get what he desires....
The man will sit, and only desire.
A Man will achieve all that he set's out for...
The man is happy with what comes thou for.
A Man reaches for the moon.....
The man is happy with his gloom.
A Man enriches a Woman's pleasures...
The man wishes he WOULD HOLD A HAND.
Thanks Bluesdog!!
so here I sit
so here I sit
deep in thought
thousands of thoughts
amazing the mind can handle
so many thoughts at once and still function
so here i sit
what to do next
what to do tomorrow
what will fulfill my day
what will bring me to the next hour
so here I sit
where am i
where have i been
where am i going tomorrow
where has yesterday's dreams gone?
so here i sit
lost
lost in a world
lost in a world of shit
lost in a world of shit and no boat
so here i sit
or do i(I) sink?
so here i sit
BLUESDOG
So who am I....
This creature that is out of his time
who feels lost but so many look for his answers.
So who am I......
A man alone for so long
but feels comfort in solitude.
So who am I...
Dying to live
But living to die (E. Winter)
So who am I....
So much to do
but no time share
lay in bed
and live my despair
So who am I....
I will pass
and my name will be shortly forgotten
for time is short
and soon tomorrow will be yesterday
So who am I....
who are they
that i wish to be
who am i
i have no idea
So who am I!!!!!
How did I get Here?
Where is the bottom?
How low do i go?
Nothing in sight,
like a blind mad at a stove.
Only relying on sent,
to feel his way around.
I am lost in a windfall,
no room , no bounds.
The panic over takes me,
from where I do no know.
Medical science says my brain,
but in my heart my fire stops to glow.
Agony is my friend,
pain is my reminder,
that tomorrow I will wake,
with thoughts of deep sorrow.
From where it came,
I know not where,
but when it is your whole life,
you dare no question past there.
Is there an answer?
Is there just a clue?
What is happening,
this just Might happen to you.
So, here I take you,
my friend of weary eyes,
to a journey,
into the soul of deep cries.
I really did not ask for this,
I always seam to cry,
Where are my answers?
Who will reply?
I find myself in deeper,
each and every day.
Into my solitude,
that I ponder with dismay.
Where has the spirit gone,
that I did once display,
or was it just a fantasy,
or was it just a play?
I am lost-
never to be found,
notes of music to my ears,
use to be profound.
I live as a recluse,
no one come near,
but I need and desire,
for someone to be here.
I interrupt and ramble on,
and have so much to say,
but, in between the lines,
I have only but to pray.
That some one will see the deep darkness,
that surrounds my being,
one day I hope to break out,
and again live life with some meaning.
Oh, how did I get to this place,
this place of dark and dread.
Only to live my life,
each day , thread by thread.
So easy is a thread broken,
like a hair plucked from your head.
To go on and fight for what?
To live life with more dread?
So, how did i get here?
Who will reply?
Till I find an answer,
I'll just sit here and cry
Oh , to cry is good,
some may say.
To cleanse the soul,
and live another day.
But, I cry so deeply,
deep in my being,
for happy and sad,
each blending to the same meaning
Sadness!!
How deep in my being it bleeds.
But a mask I where,
to shun off any needs
I breath and cry,
and cry and breath,
each breath I take
is another cry to be.
To Be someone-
what would that be?
To laugh and smile,
would that be the death of me?
How did i get here ?
By Bluesdog
3/29/02
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