American Dream

It's no real mystery to me
The people want
What they think they need

They will always want more
Than what they see
And when they have it all they won't be free
..anymore..

American Dream, you are not free
You can keep on going- without me

Because you leave your family
Alone when they're in need
And your selfish ass
makes you beg and plead
..brown-noser..

The more you want the more you'll find
The best asset you have
Is your great mind

American Dream, you are not free
You can keep on going- without me
American Dream, you make them weep
You can keep on going- without me

There are more priceless things you should search for
Living happy lives, and opening new doors
Everytime you think on greed
Take the time to plant a seed
..that's time well spent..

If you ever make it to the top
Just know it's a dead end- then you stop
And come back down to Earth..

American Dream, you are not free
You can keep on going- without me
American Dream, you make them weep
You can keep on going- without me

American Dream, you have no mercy
Hear their plea
American Dream, you make them weep
You take away their family
So you can just keep on going- without me.

The One

wonder of wonders
is love
deeply it hides in the soul
oh he's a trick
that man
who provokes it to come out
soft words, gentle words
he lies
but alas love is blind
and cannot smell
that rat
so love will entangle itself
around the spirit of another
hardly to escape this grasp
when all the knots are loosened
and the maze is conquered
when the eyes of love are opened
and the great mind understands
love is sure
and love is sure

medications

these pills

reminders of my insanity

I dumped them out

I crushed them into the ground

with my shoe

rather

control my own emotions

fight my own fight

win my own battles

in my head

the dust

was scattered all around

it stuck to everything

weighing it down

but not me

not anymore

Living

If Death wants me...

It will have to catch

me first.

My Beautiful Readers

I am so grateful to all of you for observing my poetry. It is simple, and I don't believe in editing my work. I feel it would be like trying to erase a painting. This page is very real, and it contains my deepest secrets. All of my emotions have been blotted into every poem. My tears have dropped here, and my smiles have graced each good memory. You have shared the most important pieces of my existence. So now we can have understanding. Enjoy life, and bless you all!

TRUE

You are playing this game

Rescue me. 

Make it make sense.

Revive my happy memories.

These are the only things that keep me going-

knowing that it IS there,

and if I could just reach out, and take it all back

and claim you for my own...

Yet I am weak.

I have not the strength

to pull myself to safety

I am hanging on this cliff

Reach out.

Draw me in.

Bring me away from the depths of sadness.

Mom

She was around
when there were tears
to wipe them from our faces
and kiss the boo-boos we would get
when we would fall

She was our protector
if Daddy would threaten us
and we were brought up in a church
so we wouldn't end up like that
or maybe worse

Her hand was firm
the law was laid down
did we dare get out of line
but she would always make sure we knew
how much we were loved

And there were the tears
which we knew would happen
behind closed doors
and she thought we didn't know
when we had disappointed her

And that was the worst punishment
of all others
to have disappointed Mom.

She is around
to listen to our troubles
even though they are not her problem
but she will soothe
and talk us through it

She has family dinners
to keep us together
may we not ever drift apart
we go
and she makes it worthwhile

A writer, cook
and wonderful housewife
David is seen off to school every morning
Her strength can be felt
in the tones of her voice

We love her so very much
She is here always
Her beauty graces the room
that abundant love we cherish
the laugh that everyone wants to hear

And that is the best reward
of all others
to please Mom.

One of my poems...

Nightmares I dream, and cause me wake

In sweat and pain and fright

I never dream a sweeter dream

Than a bad one in the light

             Nicole Dailey

Dance

I am love-sick

and I hate love

(what irony)

yet the more I hate it

the more my passion boils within me

drowning me until it spills out

permeating my spirit

encasing me in a childish bubble

of giggles

and silly little cha-cha dances

W

anger

anger at myself

and anger at everthing else

so I did what I had to do

I locked it deep inside

only to escape

when my existence depended on it

Peace

The darkness is pushing in all around

With the pressure.. my ears ring

My light is dimming

I must go, and do, and feel

before my light burns out.

I will run. I will jump. I will fly.

Leave the shadows behind me.

I will slide down every rail- twice.

Then I will gallop away on my mustang

and again I'll feel alive

mistakes

i love

i love

again i love

i hold it in

and hide away

i lie

i lie

again i lie

im with a man

so here I stay

the man

the man

again the man

that i do love

i miss today

afraid

afraid

again afraid

of being left

and being played