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Poems
I’m going to start putting my Poems here so they’re all in one place and easy to access :)
Here is my art page also. Somewhat neglected lately, but I need something to drive me to it!! http://cookiemnstrzrafterme.deviantart.com/
Falling into music
changing lighting
gentle hue
head of silence
musical tune
fill my heart
consume my soul
become part
and make me whole
-Tyler Cook
Thanksgiving
Another day passes
leaves turn at chill
warm comfort envelopes
heartache it kills.
the smell, so sweet
focuses the mind
one task.
lose yourself; and love
they are the same.
-Tyler Cook
Snapple
well here is the good stuff.
the good kind of stuff?
well no but it’s stuff.
well give me the stuff!
better stuff’s there.
which better stuff?
the stuff over there
you get it yourself.
I’ll get it myself,
and show you the stuff.
good luck with that stuff,
it’s stuffed with cheap stuff
-Tyler Cook
who governs
after the fact that some things
grow and others destroy, because
both (with a hand in creation
turning soil into life)
do govern completely earth
tf cook
(Poem I did a while back in the style of ee cummings)
Forgetfulness
Why do men often forget the joy they had?
They think they have found it in others
the things that don’t really matter.
Those who see them in their destruction
many turn away to govern their own
but I cannot lend a blind eye to
their suffering.
Love, profusely flows, like water down a raging river,
but a dam blocks the full force of the blow.
A small, tiny piece of light seeps into the cracks
Given time, the dam might budge.
He has changed from what he once was.
I’ve seen the photos of his,
A cocky smile, piercing eyes
a straightness to his back.
Now smile is cracked
eyes are dull and
back is bent
from the yoke he has decided to carry.
If he promised to change, I’d help carry his load.
That sacrifice, any true friend would make;
the only problem is the promise
one he is not willing to make.
The cycle begins again. “Why do men forget?”
Why did he forget?
-Tyler Cook
Rinse and Repeat
rinse and repeat
scrub the day’s grime off
clean and crisp
look, the grime is off
sleep and snore
dream, the thoughts of adventure
work and toil
feel, the dirt in your hands
finish and return
smell the food of your labor
stop and think
rinse, the grime isn’t off
I must
rinse and repeat
-Tyler Cook
Glass
One turn my friends
until we reach the water’s edge
Is the water cold?
I sense it to be so, but listen to my warning
will you fully comprehend?
The water is cold
it’s supposed to be
it follows God’s law
Though opaque it seems to them
glass is before my eyes
to help me see
but to blind what is close
Times it may seem that way
but one only needs to pull back the glass
and see with detail what really matters
Not of some metal or brick
of the heart I speak
There is not substitute for truth
That is what I know and believe
-Tyler Cook
Sorry
Sorry for all the trouble I put you through
All I want to do is cry and hug you
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cry on your shoulder
make me feel bolder
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Sorry I forget
the love that you give me
It’s a flaw inside me
that I try to hide
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be patient and wait
I will repay you someday
Poems
