Well I put together another poem... I suppose it was sort of inspired by recently getting in touch with a number of people that I haven't really seen or spoken with for many years. I'm thinking it's almost like waking from a dream... a decade long dream... maybe more of a social coma. Well, anyway, it means I'm making changes I never had the strength to make before. Perhaps this would go better under the Success section... but it's only a partial success... besides, it's a poem so I'll put it with the other poems... enough ranting:

(no title yet)

I sat amidst crimson cliffs
Below far stretched the shore
Absorbing all around me,
natures beauty I adore

Great orange sun arises
as if freed from the sea
Casting light across the land
I bask in its glory

I wish sometimes as I sit there
The waves could turn back time
Wash away my doubts and fears
Turned back to a small boy

I know that time just carries on
Like seagulls on the breeze
There's times when life can be so cruel
And bring me to my knees

I can't recall when it was
Where it was I lost my way
But I try to keep my chin up high
and cherish better days

Some day soon I know for sure
That all my days will pass by
I can only hope that in that time
I'll have always thought to try

I hope that as the grains of sand
spread across the shore
I'll be able to look back
To all the good times had before

Remembering in the fading dusk
In the twilight of my days
How much I have been loved
And gave love in my own way

This post was last modified: 12-22-2007 05:20 AM by Lost in the Oilfield.

I like that final stanza. It's easy to forget the good things that have happened in your life when things around you take a turn for the worst.

Anyway, good luck going back to work! Hope we get to hear from you every so often. =)

Thanks Diamond,
I'm glad to be back in touch with so many people and hear about how their lives are going... hey thanks for sending me a friend request btw.

I'm in hotel that has wireless again, yahooooo, and think I'll be here for a few couple months... only have a few hours after work each day to go online, but I'll try to keep checking in when I can.

ooooh 5:30am comes so early
Well, I should sleep some... g'night!

This post was last modified: 09-18-2007 02:49 PM by Lost in the Oilfield.

To A Friend

As day rise to pay thee well
Fine rays of sun upon thee fell
The soft caress to carry you through
The day tumultuous to be true

But know when day comes to an end
You'll have a message that I sent
A message that should bid thee well
A message short, sent from a friend

This post was last modified: 12-20-2007 07:58 PM by Lost in the Oilfield.

To A Friend Again

With the last rhyme made I to you
I was most pleased pleasure ensued,
that with a thought or two, or three,
I pen another poem to thee.

With simple rhyming lines of poem
mayhap some jesting undertone
I hope that I may light your day
With senseless comic words I say

The days are numbered as they pass
Before you now few left to last
Till soon you may enjoy your peace
And rest thee soon with holiday's release

You're too complex, I can't perceive
The way you think or how you breathe
I'm drowning in the words you say
And in the silence I fade away

(not trying to steal the spotlight, just didn't want to start a new thread just to post 4 lines of teen poetry, seemed fairly wasteful to me)

Lol, no worries Qui I was considering throwing in some famous poems I like, but never got around to it... wonderful poem by the way!
Is that yours?

I've seen some of the poetry on your journal site... also excellent work I might add.

Oh... you meant THAT poem!

Qui,

Your teenage poetry is a lot better than other teenage poetry... It's like the Rolls-Royce of teenage poetry...or the white chocolate and raspberry ice cream of teenage poetry....Mmm... ice cream. Seriously... bad teenage poetry is a global problem.

oh yeah, that's mine. thank you, really it isn't much.

well thank you but you're right about crap teen poetry... it's epidemic