The Okcitykid - A Peaceful Vet

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.

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.

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.

 
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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

 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.

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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.

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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.

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

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A Story Of Two Worlds

A small planet in the vastness of space
Upon this planet were two worlds
One on the south
The other on the north
The world on the north said
    The stars on the south side
    and just a reflection
    of our stars in the north
Likewise
The world on the south said
    The stars on the north side
    are just a reflection
    of our stars in the south

The world on the south claimed
    All the water on the north side
    had sprung up from reservoirs in the south
Likewise
The world on the north claimed
    All the water on the south side
    had sprung up from reservoirs in the north

All the people of the north believed
    They were the chosen people
    yes. They were God’s beloved
    Only if the people of the south
    were like those of us of the north
    they could only then be saved
Likewise
All the people of the south believed
    They were the chosen people
    yes. They were God’s beloved
    Only if the people of the north
    were like those of us of the south
    they could only then be saved

Both sides has written their sides down
And both sides called their writing
    the word of God
They taught their children from generation to generation
As the people were taught
The people believed

The people of the north were a righteous people
Likewise
The people of the south were a righteous people
Their righteousness made them zealous
    to do the right thing
Somebody had to save the world

So the righteous of the south
    waged war with the north
    It was necessary to put thing
    right so that they may learn the
    right way
Likewise
The righteous of the north
    waged war with the south
    It was necessary to put things
    right so that they may learn the
    right way

A few would die
    but for the sake of a new and
    better world
    it would be a worthy death

Righteous people by the millions
    entered the gates of heaven daily
    until a billion had died
    and there was not enough
    resources to fight with

They stood before the Lord
    and the Lord wept, saying
    My beloved, whom I have created
    why have you killed each other
    What was in your heart

    You on the south
    I planted the knowledge
    of wind, soil and water

    You on the north
    I planted the knowledge
    of stars, sun and moon

    If you wanted a new and better world
    You should have worked together
    Instead
    Out of your self-righteousness
you destroyed each other

    I created beauty
    You created hell
    Daily my heart cried because
    of you

And the Lord walked away    

By:  Roger Harkness

I wrote this poem about 1987.

The Chief

So
The chief smokes grass
and snorts cocaine
Look at the fool
He thinks he’s cool
Of her to whom I care
He has this to say
“I work em in the day
I fuck em at night
It’s hard to do
But I do it right”
To only laugh an evil grin
Acting proud of the way he’s liven
A wife and two kids left behind

He proudly states he was a Christian for fourteen years
Gave it up
It’s more fun to be a heathen

Life is a joke to you
But the joke is you
And the jokes on you

I’ll just sit and smile
Watch you fall from your chair
Because I know you can’t sit there
When you look up
You’ll see me standing there

By:  Roger Harkness

This poem is a true story about a Chief I worked for.  I had gotten the worst eval I had ever gotten in my Navy career all because I refused to smoke dope with him.  You might find that hard to believe with my long hair and drifty nature, but it’s true.  

If you ever had to work with someone who does cocaine, you will understand this poem. Cocaine causes you to have a God complex .  

What comes around goes around, everybody gets theirs either here or the here after.  Just when he retired a female first class brought rape charges up against him.  The Lieutenant doing the investigation knew that rape wouldn’t mean nothing and he would go free, so he went another direction hearing rumor that the chief did cocaine.  This was just when Reagen declared war on drugs.  I was asked to testify and for that my evals were turned around and others testified as well.  The Chief was forced to take a blood test, cocaine showed up and the Chief  lost all his retirement benefits.  He got what he deserved and I’m sure there will be more coming at him.

Some might say, he served his country for 20 years, but I’ll tell you what, for the last ten years the Navy served him as everyone who worked under him became his personal property and he didn’t treat his things very well.  In the military life is a little different.  You have very few rights, you are property.