Its sober when I'm with you. It's noble when we are mobile moving to new hieghts and new sights working it out until we get it right. Some don't understand you and that is just a misunderstanding because to me in all honesty you make everything candid and above standards. With nothing demanded I never feel like a slave. I look at the world as a cave and you are the outside the unknown world filled with endeless arrivals everyday. The only way. The fufillment in the mundane state I was in. Without you I cannot win I can only spin and so far all this discombobulation is killing me making me sick. Jesus make it stick so that I may rich not necessarily wealthy but healthy. Keep me alive because just existing isn't living.
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OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY cliffonedge
Eye to Eye HaikuMy patience saw me
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For The Gold (Haiku)The power of one The will of many die out The love of it all |
LibraHer God was balance. Her devil was hate. Her eyes smiled as she walked life's runway. Modeling she poses for the sky to see praying wishing and hoping she ends up being the women she's sees. Looking into the the future has done it's bite addicted to the craving she sees nothing else in sight. With the will to fight she believes. An as her heart grows she conceives. Birthing the symbol of ambition. She stays in rhythm and listens. |
WomenI am the perfect servant realizing the key to the universe resides in you. Knowing a women's worth I treat you with what's in my heart and not on my mind. Because it says a lot about what you define. An I know the women... you... are the key. Don't ever take my kindness for weakness because I am a man. Just respect me for my respect for you, and smile as I symbolically kiss your hand. |
DreamerI thank God for what he has given and taken.. this is my reformation. With every step I take I am learning something new hoping to get to the people. Hoping to be something that they can believe in that theyll ask questions about. "Like who is Cliff?" "Where does he go in times of doubt?" Leading them to the sequel the second coming where the bumping and banging the twisting and shaking of everything the world knows will be at hand. I see the smiles in the men who plot with a plot to get the money. I see the childs dirty hands reaching out for me. Tiffany asked why do you think you should have the world on yours shoulders and I told her because I am strong enough to lift boulders so I make a change I can make a space I can make reality a race and show all men that to believe in men will always fight men but only being judge by the father will not assault men. The tears oh the tears the years oh the years the fear all are here and are standing in front of me. I am beat up an... |
More Than Just LivingIts sober when I'm with you. It's noble when we are mobile moving to new hieghts and new sights working it out until we get it right. Some don't understand you and that is just a misunderstanding because to me in all honesty you make everything candid and above standards. With nothing demanded I never feel like a slave. I look at the world as a cave and you are the outside the unknown world filled with endeless arrivals everyday. The only way. The fufillment in the mundane state I was in. Without you I cannot win I can only spin and so far all this discombobulation is killing me making me sick. Jesus make it stick so that I may rich not necessarily wealthy but healthy. Keep me alive because just existing isn't living. |
Water (God)Love me. Love me . Love me . Love me. Hold me, mold me shape me create me demonstrate me in front of large crowds and closed mouths so that I may speak of your grace, your race and the finish you have strategically placed to held. You tell tales of truth, honesty, and logics. Smiles know you and so does knowledge. I ask and you give I beg and you allow me to live. I will forever yet never remain the same because of you. Those on the other side just have a clue. |
Closed EyesDo it for me take the pressure off my soul so that I may hold more of the things the music says in my head. The rythm soothing my body dualing. Fighting, my soul enlightenment. Tragic and proposed I propose for you God to have my soul to mold and never make cold. Bold as the story is told my petition rests only on the things my heart shows me, so with them I know I will only be right . Poetic in poetic fashion I show off this passion that slashes and gives even me sometimes bewilderment because love is so strong. The gratification behind it is standing behind that red curtain making all the calls while I'm on this stage performing life. God make me right make my sight everything created not to be debated but love, not shoved but hugged. Love me God be my ugghhh... I've run out of words. So as I close be my mold. Be my mind, body, & soul! #Ventdotcom.com |
Words & VoicesSome say Im black, some say I'm brown, some say Im strong some say I'm loud, some say I'm soft and some say I'm just how I should be. Some say that I am everything they want, some say my talents and gifts is something I should flaunt, some say I don't have have it. and some say I've had it all a long. Regardless of what they say or what they might it is what I tell myself that will tell if I'm right. #Ventdotcom |
Call me Cliff (Hero Contest)I am a man with my chest poked out. Standing on this cliff facing this sea of decisions. As I cry the incisions feel deeper and deeper so confused sometimes I feed her because I need her. They call her life and she looks like my wife. Pretty when she's smiling but ugly when she's all in... that different realm called setbacks, and mistakes. Call me cliff as I'm standing on this path not taking any time to stop headed towards my destination. I am where I am identified as man with one hue as face the history of that the thoughts of what all eyes see. Trying to be different how can I flea? How can I leave?! How can I believe?! Where is my tree?! Where is my life as I feel strife like a knife by something that isn't right. Call me cliff because I need peace as I look up to see this storm tossed and beaten but fixed up enough to feel as if I should mention why I stand on this cliff making the decision to free fall or think. Call me cliff. #Ventdotcom |