Poem of The Day - Why

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WHY

I stab myself with knifes
and cut myself with razors
So that I can cry and complain
Because I love the pain
All those who have loved me
I found a way to make them leave me
So that I can cry and complain
Because I love the pain
I won't get what I want
What I have I don't need
So that I can cry and complain
Because I love the pain
Oh babe you know that I love you
It hurts me to see your way
But I can't help you
I fly away and hope
I can forget you

By: Roger Harkness

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This was about a women I lived with, we were supposed to get married, turned out she had a slight polar disorder and our relationship was contently on again off again.

Poem of The Day - Who’s The Boss

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WHO'S THE BOSS

If this is a Man's World
Then there's a
Woman in Charge
I was born of woman
Mothered by woman
A little bit of confidence
She can raise me up
A little bit of anger
She can tear me down
Doesn't she know this?
Why is she than
Afraid of me?
But they don't know
They think we control
But we do everything
for they're approval

By: Roger Harkness

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For the most part, women are the inspiration and men create what has been inspired. Though there are some men who do abuse women, did you know, it is because they hated their mother.

Off subject, but why does society teach women to avoid a mommas boy? If he loves his mother, he will love you, but if you feel you don’t deserve love, then find someone who hates their mother and you’ll do just fine, just don’t have children, because they don’t deserve that shit.

Has anyone every told you that behind every great man is a great woman.

This is not a man’s world, this is OUR world. We need to take ownership and be responsible rather than just blame others and go on our way.

Poem of the Day - Where Oh Where Is Jesus

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WHERE OH WHERE COULD JESUS BE

The prophets sing on the radio
Truth is told on a TV picture show
Scriptures read from a magazine
But where or where could Jesus be
I look to the churches
What do I see
pharisees, scribes, and Sadducees

By: Roger Harkness

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Written around 1989.  The meaning of this poem is obviouse.  Read the gospels and look around you.  Jesus will not be found anywhere, not even among those who call themselves Christian and claim to be his followers.

Poem of The Day - What’s Happening

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What’s Happening

I’m going over
Over there
I’m not sure where
Something’s happening to me
Changing again
Living in
Something
A candle burns
Earth turns
An embryo in escape
Reaching for the unreachable
I’m really something
But just what that is
I just don’t know
I’m happening
But just what’s happening
Don’t know
I loose myself
or
Am I being myself
Have to get out of here
or
Have to make here
Really something

By: Roger Harkness

Poem of The Day - We Need Eachother

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We Need Eachother

Women teach men how to be easy
Men teach women how to be tough

But in reality
Men have always been easy
And women have always been tough

We just needed eachother to find our self


By: Roger Harkness

Poem of The Day - A Way I Must Go

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 A WAY I MUST BE

Death finds the blind
A way I refuse to be
There is a road I must find
A way I must be

Ten thousand questions
Searching for the answers
The sun is arising
People are complaining
Nothing is changing
But there's a whole lot of promises

By: Roger Harkness

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I wrote this poem when I was a teenager and I imagine this is how a teenager feels, looking to their future.

Poem of The Day - I’m Walking, But I’m Not Saying

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From swoosh22.com

I’m Walking, But I’m Not Saying

I’m walking without talking
Got something to tell you
But there are no words to explain
What I have to say
There’s strange feelings in my chest
All mush inside
So often I want to cry
More often I laugh
Don’t mind having all these feelings
But how do I tell you
With no words to explain
As I walk without talking
Not sure where I’m going

I feel for you
I feel for all
Differently for every different one
Don’t know if its good or bad
Sometimes happy
Sometimes sad
It’s kinda neat
Not sure where I’m  at or walking to
There’s a drug for this
Some people might think
Wanting to stop me in the street
Stop my walking feet
Asking where I’m going
Sorry, I’m not knowing
Only believing its where I’m supposed to be at

I’ll be fine, get there in time
If no one condemns me before I get there
Not able to explain this path I walk

When you cry
I’m not far
When you fear
I am here
Can’t read your mind
But I can feel your thoughts

By Roger Harkness
The Okcitykid

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One of my more recent poems, less than a year old.  Sometimes when you’re a guy, you feel things, I think it gets worse when you get older, well, it ain’t wrong and it’s not some kinda disease.  Actually, it’s probably the way we are supposed to be, but the world caused us to throw up fences that come loose; and build walls that crumble with age.

Poem of The Day - A Turning World

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Found on nativosweb.com

A TURNING WORLD

Living on a turning world
hard to tell where your at
if you’re coming or going
its hard to be knowing
nothing is ever expected
hard to not ever be surprised
We all know that the sun will rise
But
Living on a turning world
hard to tell where your at
is it fiction
or is it fact
am I lied to again
is this really a sin
I know the sun will set
But
Living on a turning world
hard to tell where your at
does she like me
is he just pretending to be nice
is that lice
man or mice
It has to taste bad to be good
build it up
make it hurt
and make sure to get a good nights sleep

If we take a stand on a turning world
Will we eventually find ourself on the bottom
But
Things will turn around
and we’ll be on the top again
I still can’t help but wonder
Why are we here
Going round and round
on a turning world

By Roger Harkness
The Okcitykid

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Do you every get confused, are you ever unsure, do you every wonder.  One of my most recent poems, I don’t believe it is a year old.

Poem of The Day - Trees Grow Different

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TREES GROW DIFFERENT

Stop and consider a moment
You can wear the right cloths
Drive the right kind of car
And say the right things
But who are you
Does anybody care
Don’t you think this is boring
To be in
Being Fav
or
To be in
Being yourself
Look at the trees
Their strong
Live long
But they all grow differently
Yet
When the wind blows
They all bend the same way

By: Roger Harkness

Helluva Jesus

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Helluva Jesus
(partial lyric) copyright 2006 Timbre Wolf

You tell me Jesus is coming - trumpets blowing on the clouds
You say He’s bringing judgement and He’s nine hundred feet tall
You’re telling everyone about Him, ain’t you gonna make Him so proud?
I seem to remember something ’bout His voice being “still” and “small”

The way I read the Good Book - says “the Word of God’s in your heart”
But you’ve bound it up with leather so it better suits your purpose
Beating us up with the Bible and condemning us is your art
You’re just spewing hatred ’stead of handing out love’s surplus

Oh, oh oh, oo -oo

On Earth as it is in Heaven,
why make it hell this time?
We eat the bread without the leaven,
and turn the water into wine
Which I drink and you condemn me.
I don’t want to know your Jesus
‘Cause He ain’t friendly

You’ve got a helluva Jesus.

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