Various Poems from the last 13 or So Years.......

     This is going to be just what the title says. A bunch of different stuff from the last 13-15 years. I would like to thank my friend Brittany Patrick's lil sis Kita for doing what I am too lazy to do.....type all these up :) Thanks Kita. And a big thanks to Britt for going threw some of my journals and picking a few out for me.  Some of these are poems, some songs in various genres mainly old school fast hard goofy shocking and stupid fun punk. Anyway I hope you enjoy at least a few of them. Thanks for reading and please comment, like, share, scream it from the rooftops about The Concrete Year.

My Last Words (To You My Love)

If I gave you a gun would you shoot me
because I truly want to die.
I don’t want to live this life
I am worthless why should I lie?

My anger makes me useless
my hatred makes me tired.
Im a sniper and I just stepped into
my own line of fire.

Why cant I pull the trigger
I want this pain to end.
I want to sleep forever
and repent for all my sins

Everyone I love
I’ve hurt time and time again.
My lifes a disappointment
that’s the way it’s always been

So stab me in my heart
as you look into my eyes.
You’ve never looked so beautiful
my last words are not a lie.
 

It’s All Over (Forgive Me)

Dreaming of the living dead
chasing me down
Trying to munch my head
I try to hide
But they’re coming closer
I try to hide
Then the door flies open
I feel the teeth sink into
My skull
and I know I’ll never
Be full
the hunger will consume me
The feedings will go right
threw me
I stumble from place to place
looking for the warmth
The living breath
when I lock you in my sight
I'm gonna rip right
threw your chest
You feel my teeth sink in your skull
and you know
Your never gonna be full
the hunger will consume you
And the feedings will
go right threw you
 

Bad Time To Be Born Rag
Soil and blood, blood and soil
it will be mine I can take it
Soil and blood, blood and soil
mine mine for the taking
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Freedom, no place in the world today
the land of opportunity but opportunity's gone away
We have no leader with that texan runnin’ thing
I’d rather have a chief that wants a blow
Than one that can’t blow his nose

What happened, I was born in the wrong time
born 1950 I’d have marched in 69
But the fight has all gone out of everyone
nothing will work if it didn’t in Vietnam

They showed ‘em no matter what you do they win
you cant fight the system it’s like trying to fight aids.
You can hold off just as long as you can
but in the end they always win

The American dream woke up and it can’t get
back to sleep a country of insomniacs
And we’re lead by all the weak
caring for their money caring for their oil
What they don’t know is they killed our
countries soul.
 

Guess What (I Love You Not)
She was such a faker
and a d*** good liar too.
Made me believe she loved
just to gain a little trust
I never saw threw her fasade
til’ it was way to late
She had tore my heart in two
No!
Why did you lay with me
why were you my puzzle piece
Why did you take all the love I had to give
and throw it in my face
I treated you the best I could
but it wasn’t good enough
So guess what
I love you not
So guess what
I love you not
Now I’ll admit I am pretty stupid
for falling for your lies,
For hanging on every word
when the words you would whisper
Now causing open sores!
you’ll never realize the love you lost
You’ll never even care
but know this
You’ll never have the chance again
maybe next time will be better
It cant be worst than the last
maybe next time it’ll be the one
I’ll start a family with
maybe next time she will love me
Just like she says she does
maybe next time will be different
Maybe next time wont leave scars
maybe next time I’ll find the love of my life
And I’ll all be different
maybe next time she will love me for who I am
Maybe next time it won’t be so hard
I sure hope not
I cant take it, not one more time 

Shhhhh Valentines Day is Coming

     Yes I know I haven't been posting a poem a day like I said but all that is changing not only will I be posting a poem a day, I will also try and post a few extra for the days I missed. Or at least try. I probably won't lets just be honest but at least you get a new one right now and i will post more soon I promise.

    This is a new one written just tonight. 2/13/2013

Shhhhh 

Shhh,  

nobody can know

just how much I love you

and long , so long, to hold you 

shhhhh

to watch you

in secret glances and stares

the graceful way you glide

it would seam...my life's not fair

shhhhhhhhh

it is silent

for the biggest of secrets

make no sound

the love between us

knows when to bow its head

and quietly process 

those words, unsaid

shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

we share a battered soul

both chained in our own ways

I would give my life

to break those chains

to hold you for just one day

shh

A whispered I Love You

nothing truer has been said

for eternity our souls are one

what a quiet Love we have.

shhhhh

  

 

        

Valentines Day is Coming........Whoopie!

     Valentines Day..........You know, at one time I was one of those guys that paid $50.00 for a 3 dollar vase from the Dollar General Store, stuffed with flowers that have been frozen solid in the mad rush to get enough bulk to the florists , who are ravenously stuffing , turning, cramming, and cutting......good enough, scratch a few words from some obscure book or movie, maybe even a song....Ummm Bop. The process of shipping insures that by the next morning all the petal will be reduces to a slightly sweet yet sickly smell. Their texture like that of the softest sued the 70's could find.  Of course by the end of the week they are in the trash covered by a Doritos bag and an empty Little Debbie box.

     What did I achieve? Sure the girl gets to hold them high , as if silently saying, "Look you bitches this is MY MAN and instead of buying the 5 Green Loricets it would take to fuck you , HE BOUGHT ME FLOWERS!!!"  This is no doubt a wonderful feeling. That victory soon fades , as unknown to you he got the flowers on his dads Visa, and still was had that cheerleader on top of Look Out Mountain, "Staring at the stars. " Apparently a penis repeatedly pushed in and out of a vagina helps..this theory is unproven and any young ladies who would like to run research on this topic please post in the comments ;) LOL Topic : Astrology LMFAO

     Say you go all out and finally get her a ring, not an engagement ring, hell to the no , but a small rock a promise ring. Made with real, fake, diamonds........what? what? what? Well how am I supposed to know the difference, a geologist I am not.But you keep telling yourself in you best inner big boy voice "IT'S STILL A REAL DIAMOND" Maybe she won't know the difference. Your hand trembles slightly as you hand her the ring which she opens, pulls out, and starts examining for makers marks, silver with white gold plating, cubic zarconion  <---- (wow this word was actually in spell check) And in the dog house you are, cheated by the back alley guy with 80's stereotypical "Guy in trenchcoat sellng stolen goods. "  His entire inner jacket rings and rattles with the chains and baubles his inner pockets held. Nervously  he showed you several rings all very large and colorful, granny rings I would call them. But this one , too your eyes, looked beautiful, and would only make the woman you love more beautiful than she already is. Instead you get an angry girlfriend, an empty wallet, and that horrible inner feeling when someone really pulls slick move on ya, when you really get fucked over right proper no lube in the house. It could almost make you puke. She storms off with her telescope case wrapped in a seat belt.

      And as far as "real diamonds" go , I think I speak for all of us when I say Blood Diamonds are terrible and it really needs to be stopped. Personally , I wouldn't buy a new real diamond.

     Whats wrong with dinner and a movie, I won't even go thru the drive thru we'd go in and set down haha Why not go south just take of driving in the Southernly direction....Take your tent, and sleeping bags and make camp under old bridges and shit because you where gonna do it on motorcycle with sidecar, that would be awesome, Just drive to the ocean and back together. Go to a concert, go watch a play, or listen to the most INSANE Geniuses ever at a UFO convention. To me spending time together, and making those memories that will last a life time, threw the slow rot that rips away all cognative function, and after death threw the stories we tell our kids and grandkids. Its not all about money, or THINGS, its about love, and if you don't have the true, faithful, fantastically complicated and aggravatingly wonderfully thing we call LOVE.....your lost.

     I am gonna try something different this time. A lot of you have heard me bitch and moan about having to type words I have already written once. SOOOOOO thanks to my Christmas gift, an awesome Fuji cam, thanks mom) I am gonna take pictures of the written journal page , which means you get a glimpse inside my creative process, which includes lots of doodles, arrows pointing this way and that, mistakes, and complete failures in both  grammar and spelling. But look close, no closer, CLOSER !...too close o a little back, perfect. Do you see it now, thats my heart and soul, its in each and every one of these. To the few that will actually read, and appreciate these , as I always I thank you so much, Without your continued interest I would have already given up on this blog, but thanks to you my confidence as a writer has grown profoundly. A special thanks to Jamie and Jonie my kin, who both have asked on more than one occasion when I am gonna post more, and Jamie has been helping me find some of the jewels in my bulk of papers filled with poetry, lyrics, ficion, essays, random thoughts and doodles, ideas that I could never achieve and achievable ideas I'm just to lethargic to even attempt. And thanks to Brittany Patrick for being the rock that held me up threw the last couple months that have been sooooo bad. No better friend have I ever had, I will I ever have. I am just posting one right now but I plan on posting one a day in the month of February, a love poem a day.  Thank you everyone, please, LIKE SHARE AND COMMENT BELOW!, love you guys , stay groovy!

Walk With Me + Running Out Of Words

Walk With Me

By Michael Wallen

9-2012

You, 

you bring me happiness in times of sorrow

Ease,

in times of pain

the distances between us 

I wish to cut them

as with a sword

The stark of winter is upon me

to be near you is warmth.

 My soul shines brighter

as you draw near

to feel your touch 

to know

sincere

That you love me

that you need my touch 

to know deep inside this love

is no crutch

For you to say yes

yes I choose you good sir!

To walk with me

to the ends of the world 

Running Out Of Words
 By Michael Wallen
9-2012


What do I do?
I have run out of words
none feel proper,
none make since
only a touch 

with only a touch 
I could show you my world
please no tears
don't run away

would your minds eye flash
a glimpse of pain
every time your gone
a pain no words can describe

would you feel the joy
that would make the angels envious
grab me and not let go
for fear of losing that moment

words can't say
what one touch conveys
your hand in mine

just one moment in time
no words can describe 

 Please everyone feedback, good or bad, I just want to know someone is reading this stuff. Please SHARE, LIKE, spread the word. I will try and post more soon. 

An Old Friend (NEW POEM)

An Old Friend

All day I've closed my eyes

because there

I can see you smile

Its like it fell in place last night

now that we bridged the miles

I never said goodbye

that would have been to hard

The night sky 

that is my life

you are its only star

How did it feel so right

that it was almost wrong

Your heart may belong to another

all I have is our songs

The years and miles meant nothing

for in your eyes I saw everything

if all I can be is your friend 

then I will be the best friend there's ever been

But I have to know one thing

when we were together 

for a moment

did it feel like it always could have

maybe even should have

been??

I can close my eyes 

in my heart I still hear

you sing.

He may have your heart 

I'll always have our songs........

     I hope you guys like it. I know i haven't posted in awhile, I really haven't been that inspired as of late. But muses come in many forms and I think I may have found one. :) EXPECT MORE STUFF and a HUGE THANK YOU to everyone who reads, likes, comments, shares, etc. You guys are awesome. I may start posting songs (by myself and friends ) What would you guys think of that??? Leave comments.  

Until later, your faithful narrator ......OUT!

Sorry, but it's getting better.

     Your faithful host has not dropped off of the planet. No, that would have been too easy. Instead I have been dealing with some troubles in the romance dept, in the family dept, in the finance dept, pretty much everything. The worst part is that I have the next couple chapters written in my normal pencil and paper fashion. As everyone knows however, I HATE and am a horrible typist. For the few people who actually like and read my poetry there are literally over 300 poems/songs many finished, some partial or fragmentary starting all the way back to the mid-late 90's. I am eager to get started on this again, I STILL HATE TYPING and will gladly accept any help offered, but I am not going to hold my breath. In an ideal world I will have a couple different poetry posts and maybe, just maybe, the next chapter of DDL. But things will get back on a schedule and they will STAY on that schedule. My ultimate goal is to make videos and post them as well by the end of the year. But I am back, like a phoenix my friends..........
    

How many people read this? Who are you? What do you think?

     I am just wondering how many people are reading my blog and who they are:) If you can please leave a comment with your name where your from, how you heard of this blog, and anything you want to say. If you hate my work, tell me, if you love, tell me even more! I know a few of you who really like it (Hi Jamie) and who are really trying to help me spread the word and get more readers and I thank you all so very much. Please help me out and tell anyone you think would enjoy a good zombie love story, or some poetry, about me and the site. I have so much I could post and the more people I get to read the more I will dig out edit and post.
     My goal in all of this is to both open up and not be so closed off from the rest of the world, but to also maybe get noticed a little, getting published in anything would be a dream come true. To do that, I have to get fans, so even if you don't like my writing, if you think you know someone who may, please help me out. I'm not above begging, not for this at least. I thank everyone again, for supporting me more than I ever thought anyone would with this. More coming soon I PROMISE!

Michael Wallen