BS Without The Truth

BS Without The Truth

By Lord R.e. Taylor

So much information

Coming from the top down

And most news services

Maybe we should believe some

But not too much

You never know what is true if anything

And what is made up in a lunch room

The nice thing is in today’s world

Every story, every quote

Does not create the panic it should

Just gives us pains from laughing so hard

We should thank the government

And we should thank the media

Where else would we hear all the BS

And never the truth

 

We ARE Alone

We ARE Alone

By Lord R.e. Taylor

Not sure who is up above

Who makes the rules we follow

Does anyone listen when we pray

The way things have occurred

There doesn't seem to be anyone who cares

They just made us and walked away

But we will survive and thrive

Even if no one knows it

 

 

The Magic In A Haystack

The Magic In A Haystack

By Lord R.e. Taylor

Farm child or a child from the city

Every one of them know the magic

Something to be dove into from up high

Or tunneled into through a secret door

A haystack can be anything you can imagine

A pond or a castle or anything in between

But it will always be fun

And who could ever ask for more

 

A Call For Help

A Call For Help

By Lord R.e. Taylor

History of man’s destruction

So many ships destroyed

Violence and storms

So many men drown

Bodies in an unmarked grave

Souls in a watery Hell

Reaching toward the heavens

Their hands break the surface

Stirring up the water

They send waves in every direction

Hoping that God will notice

And He may allow them entrance into Heaven

 

At The Bus Stop

At The Bus Stop

By Lord R.e. Taylor

Sitting at the bus stop

I can feel every breath

Every heartbeat echoes

Building the stress I feel

I would love to be happy

But life will not allow it

So, I sit and I wonder

Is there anything out there

Anything for me to look toward

Or is my life just like this bus stop

Lonely, cold, and ignored

 

Reality

Reality

By Lord R.e. Taylor

Reality only goes so far

We do our best to create it

Take time to maintain it

And try, at times, to change it

But we all grab it and treasure it

After all it is the only one we get

 

Grandmama’s Cottage

Grandmama’s Cottage

By Lord R.e. Taylor

Step into Fairyland

Follow me to Grandmama’s cottage

A place of hope and love

 

Kids Should Be Kids

Kids Should Be Kids

By Lord R.e. Taylor

It has been too long

Far too long

Years of keeping safe

Making sure to stay clean

And eighteen months locked away

Now they are allowed to be free

Finally released from prison

So forget whatever you learned

Kids need to not be safe

At least not all of the time

They never need to be clean

They only need one thing to be happy

Kids need to be kids

That’s all, just let them enjoy life

They will love you for it

 

Maybe Just A Biscuit

Maybe Just A Biscuit

By Lord R.e. Taylor

I watch you

Every morning

Coffee and a biscuit

All for you

Maybe remember me

A biscuit would be nice

So I can eat with my friend

 

The Only Place

The Only Place

By Lord R.e. Taylor

There are so many things to dream about

You and I sharing happiness together

Those are just my dreams though

There are many more things I want to say

I know everything i want to tell you

So many times I recited the words

But when I look in your eyes

The words just do not come to me

I may spend my live hidden away

Locked in a world of my dreams

The only place where I can hold you close

The only place where I can kiss you

The only place where I can say,  ‘I love you'

And maybe have you love me back

 

The Burning House

The Burning House

By Lord R.e. Taylor

Someday the time may come

Pray that it will not

But that may not work

It is just your fate if it does or not

You cannot plan for it

Just make a move without thinking

Whether you live or die does not matter

All that will matter is the life of another

You will not have time to choose

The burning house is right before you

And it has chosen you

Will you be able to face the challenge

No one else can answer that for you

That is something you have to ask yourself

And you had better be honest

There is so much at stake waiting for you

 

A Perfect Night (I Think)

A Perfect Night (I Think)

By Lord R.e. Taylor

How many is not enough

How many is too many

Hanging with my friends

It really does not matter

As long as we can no longer walk

If we talk and make no sense

Or if we fight someone bigger than us

Nothing else is important

As long as we have a long night 

One that we will never remember

That night will be perfect

 

Poppies

Poppies

By Lord R.e. Taylor

Four petals

Blood red

Saying goodbye

Honoring lost souls

Warriors killed 

Long before their time

 

The Moon’s Blessing

The Moon’s Blessing

By Lord R.e. Taylor

Just a dead ball of rock

I am so grateful to you

You may not know it

But you helped create me

You gave me the lunacy I need

The true blood of my mortal mind

 

Calling

Calling

By Lord R.e. Taylor

I have been wanting to talk

Something always stops it

We are both busy

Or both of us are sleeping

It is just never the right time

So I just look at the phone

Always wondering what you are doing

Thinking about how much I miss you

And how my heart breaks without your voice

Maybe someday the timing will be just right

We will talk even for just a moment

And I can tell you I love you

 

The Dark Lampshade

The Dark Lampshade

By Lord R.e. Taylor

The dimness of the light

Gave the room a spookiness

Dimmed by a lampshade

Made of tortured skin

Tattooed numbers tell the untold story

 

Our Loving Moment

Our Loving Moment

By Lord R.e. Taylor

Come with me

Let's go sit in a field

Smell the flowers

Listen to the birds

And feel the mountain breezes

We can share our dreams

And talk about our future together

For once we are just for each other

No one else around

Just the two of us starting our forever

All on the side of flowery mountainside

Photo by Lindsay Newton Photography

 

The Real Woman You Are

The Real Woman You Are

By Lord R.e. Taylor

I have heard stories

Never really sure you existed

Never really known if they were true

But there was always a bit of mystique

You hide between sunlight and darkness

Never wanting or able to be found

Even so, my thoughts are of you

Wondering what kind of woman you are

The woman hidden behind the stories

Can you feel safe enough to show yourself

Will you allow yourself to feel love

Will you be the woman I dream you are

And will you let me love you

 

The Lost Poet

The Lost Poet

By Lord R.e. Taylor

He has written so much

So many poems

With so many words

And so many feelings

Placed on so much paper

But one day not too far off

He will be gone forever

But what will happen to his poems

What will happen to all those words

And what will happen to all those feelings

Will anyone remember them

Or will they also be gone forever

 

The Rainy Street

The Rainy Street

By Lord R.e. Taylor

After the sun sets

While the last few raindrops fall

The world becomes magical

Shiny stars cover everything

Rainbows dance in the reflections

It is the perfect time to step out

So, walk with me through the wet streets

Make sure you enjoy the silence

But listen to the sounds of your own steps

Bringing life to a new world