crazy poet
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Posted:May 10, 2007 7:27 am
Last Updated:Jun 6, 2007 7:42 am 4517 Views
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I sat and look at the homeless and try to see thing through their eyes
You say I am crazy
And I write nothing of sense.
You saw me writing a letter
You asked, to whom I write,
I told you to myself
You ask, what’s in the letter ?
But how can I tell you when I haven’t receive it yet
You say I am crazy
Because I have no place to live
but you have to pay the mortgage
the water and the light bill,
While I live on the streets
I never worry about a place sleep
Neither do I worry about how I am going to eat
There is a bin on every corner
Waiting for me at every street
You take your clothes to the laundry
You pay to give them the best care
I never worry about clothes to wear,
When you throw them in the bin
I will be right there
I never pay taxes
Taxes pay for me
For if I die today
It is your money that will bury me
Hahahhahahhahaaaaaa
By Marshall Fitzgerald aka Ricky Melody
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why do we ?
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Posted:May 9, 2007 11:41 am
Last Updated:May 10, 2007 6:22 am 4315 Views
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things to think about (generally speaking)
why do people hurt each other
why do they love with their mouth and not their actions
and why, why do they allow the to die
why they don't listen to each other
why do they allow abortion, maybe they killed the next preacher
have a wonderful day and lots of love
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Beautiful Heart
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Posted:May 7, 2007 11:08 pm
Last Updated:May 9, 2007 11:45 am 4251 Views
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Beautiful heart
I know you are here
i am almost at the edge
loosing all my care
my days are numbered
brings much fear
but to die alone
is worst to bear
my heart left lonely
for desperate years
and the melody of the wind
harmonized in the mystical song I sing
love are you really there ?
how comes you never come home with me ?
I need you much to share
I stood up waiting for you last night
but got caught up in an imaginary fight
fighting the days and years of lonely cheer
now I see the days are brighter
the beautiful flowers glowing together
in the tranquil of the garden
making each hour lighter
and captures my imagination
to a brand new start
here lies the meekness in a beautiful heart
by Marshall Fitzgerald
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I will be here to stay
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Posted:May 4, 2007 2:47 pm
Last Updated:May 28, 2007 6:56 am 4424 Views
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I will be here to stay
even till I am old and gray
even when the sun stop shining brighter
and there is no more laughter
i will always remember
the nights and days that we treasure
and thank God in an everlasting symphony of love
I will be here to stay
seeing you through the darkness
and smiling till the stroke of day
touching every moment wanted
with the authenticity of our love
embracing optimism with the tenderness of your warmth
through the futuristic path
that lighten up our Heart
Don't worry my love i will be here to stay
By Marshall Fitzgerald
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God bless you all and lots of love
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Posted:Apr 28, 2007 7:08 am
Last Updated:May 21, 2007 6:56 am 4357 Views
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what wonderful words to tell people ? it takes nothing away from you to say something nice. it takes so little to smile and so much froan
words are power use them to build others and yourself just like an athlete who will talk to him/herself before the game and say "You can do it I know you can" say nice things to others and they will say nice things to you and even if they don't its okay
its more rewarding to say nice things in the long run you will see.
have a joyfull day and "lots of love"
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NAIROBI
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Posted:Apr 27, 2007 8:50 am
Last Updated:Sep 22, 2007 7:42 pm 4284 Views
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I no longer want to live my life for me.
I watched and saw the desperate cries
of my brothers and sisters down there in Nairobi
weeping in ignorance, suffering by disease
Poverty stricken people, living by the streets,
Orphans lost their parents by the killer disease.
Sorrows in their eyes
but no one eat their humble cry
They search in the waist
where sickness has its place.
The dumps become their homes
we watched, but leave them alone
Starvation took over
I saw skeletons alive
Tears fill my eyes
as I watched them die
My apology
There is no melody in this poem
My heart begins to feel heavy,
my mind is no longer steady
tell me what to do ?
as I try to escape from my poetic-blues
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Eternity
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Posted:Apr 26, 2007 7:50 am
Last Updated:May 7, 2007 10:59 pm 4253 Views
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stranger: sir could you direct me to eternity
melody: no problem my friend ! go down to acknowledgment boulevard,
turn right on acceptance avenue
then take the next right and continue straight ahead on to endurance boulevard and please avoid the highway
you can stop at the blessing shop and pick up a few bottles of prayer and fasting and a box of patient to help you on your way
then go across to honesty road and make your way down to love street and there you will see a train station and you will see the hallelujah train with the sign "welcome thou good and faithful servant"
just a little advice, the journey will not be easy and they are no vehicles that travel on these road so be careful not to move too fast
you might become very worn out and give up, and GOD BLESS YOU ON YOUR JOURNEY, and remember! you are not alone.
by Marshall Fitzgerald
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The poem from yesterday
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Posted:Apr 26, 2007 6:41 am
Last Updated:Oct 4, 2009 3:04 pm 4366 Views
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Yesterday I wrote this poem
But something bothered me
Perplexed in my meditation
with lots of ambiguities
This poem is not really a poem
It is not even a citation
Some say it has no substance
To some its like a poem in a poem
That cannot find the end
To others, its like the madness of poets
That resurrect rhymes from under the carpets
This poem is for those who will try to comprehend
the length that lies in the attitude of this poem
This poem is for the big man, the woman
The little boy, the little girl that plays with her toys but feel no joy
This poem is crazy
No! this poem is for the hard working and the lazy
This poem is for the politicians
Yes! This poem is for those with ambition
For those who want to become a star
To drive a fine car
To be a teacher, a lawyer, a doctor etc.
This poem is for the homeless,
The little on his mother’s breast,
The robber who grabbed a bag
and found out there is nothing in it
This poem is for you, it is for me
This poem is for those who are crazy enough
to read this poem
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Love
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Posted:Apr 24, 2007 7:09 am
Last Updated:Jul 4, 2007 11:18 pm 4348 Views
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Love, rear but true
it has no colour like me and you.
It knows no boundaries
when it comes upon you
Love takes away fear
and shows how much it cares.
Love never swear, it is simple……..there
It reaches the heart and comforts it
so that no one can ever re-arrange it
True love never lies
even when we feel to cry
I stop and ponder to myself
how comes love turn to hate
but love said “I can never be blind
I can never turn to hate
neither can I be late,
It is you who are blind, full of hate,
slow to appreciate
and so you blame me for being late.
I have always been there
ready to embrace who needs me
but if you don’t reach for me
my gentle touch you will never feel
by Marshall Fitzgerald..aka rickymelody
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