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Another Chapter (original Poem)

I look at life a year ago,
And I seem the same
Even though…
I’ve read more books,
Made more friends,
Believe in different ideas,
Envison different ends…
Yes, 
A year can make the difference,
Things not clear before
start to make sense,
Fundamentally I’m the same,
But not my essence,
What used to be God’s shadow in my life
Is now his presence,
My father’s left me breathless,
Showing me blessings wrapped in chaos
Seems too reckless,
But I wear his word on my neck
Like a necklace,
His truth is my truth,
So I chose acceptance,
Another chapter…
I pray others learn the way 
Before the rapture,
Gods showing you the light,
Through his aperture,
Faith will show you his ways,
Without it…
I’m not sure.
But with him,
Theres always a way,
You give him your time,
He’ll light up your day,
Don’t just read his word,
He loves when we pray,
Its not just believers,
He’s open to strays,
Believe in he
Who is Greater than you,
He’ll show you things
You didnt know you could do,
Your world will change
Like the sky wasn’t always blue,
And peace will fit on your life
Like a comfortable shoe.

Written by Xavier Gerard Dunson

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My poetic Journey

Happy New years, Goodbye Old Fears

Happy new years,

Goodbye old fears,

starting fresh again,

shedding new tears,

Whats the game plan,

whats the new goal,

Who’s the main player,

Will they be bold,

Its a new game,

its a new you,

So its your time,

what will you do,

Happy holidays,

happy new you,

Goodbye old times,

Goodbye old you.

Written by Xavier Gerard Dunson

“Welcome to my Journey”

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Comedy, My poetic Journey

Poetic Pillow of Points

“Ponder my Poetic Pillow of Points. Warning: reading poems with an open-mind may result in more wisdom and knowledge.”

– Xavier G. Dunson

Participation is precautionary,

prepare yourself for the pressure….

My preference for pointing out problems,

will be the problem that you point out,

the finger I point at others,

will be as painful to you, no doubt,

Don’t dish out any problems,

that you can’t handle yourself,

Don’t reach for past time issues,

when they’re already on histories’ shelf,

Don’t ask a broke man for advice,

if you aspire to have some wealth,

Don’t ask the fat man for tips,

if he can’t take care of his own health,

Don’t worry about things you can’t control,

if you do, soon, you will be old,

Don’t make decisions without being Bold,

If you do, regret shall leave you cold,

Don’t look at a sidewalk curb like you look at a tower,

The key is perspective,

so don’t give others control of that power,

Don’t leave this poem without cracking a smile,

Some people haven’t smiled in a very long while,

and if you don’t, then you’re stuck in a commonplace pile,

which is full of frowns for at least a country mile,

So pull your head up from the kitchen floor tile,

Life’s a store, today’s a brand new aisle,

God’s on the intercom, listen up when he dials,

Bottom line: Be careful in this life what you beckon,

if you put God first,

You can never come in second.

Written by Xavier Gerard Dunson

“Welcome to my Journey”

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My poetic Journey

W.H.Y. I.Z.Z.Y.

” I wrote this a couple years ago. I never posted it because I didn’t want it to be seen by anyone but me and the person it was written to. However, times have changed, and this is in the past. So enjoy this poem! It has a lot going on in it. lol.”

-Xavier D.

 

(W)eak,

misguided by my foolishness instead of being meek,

attention’s distracted as she lead, then pushed me down a hill so steep,

(H)ope,

gone with the wind cause my mind couldn’t cope

trying to believe in it, but its only a joke,

I did you wrong the first time, but this time my heart was broke

(Y)ou,

rendered me to feel hopeless, nothing else to do

a pill i have to swallow, with no other option left to choose,

(I),

feel like a bus hit me, and continued to drive by

did that make things better cause you wanted me to die,

(Z)ealous,

Stuck in this state, as i felt a little helpless,

the more i tried, the more you were remiss,

it got to the point where i couldn’t even have a kiss,

(Z)enith,

The more we existed, the more we became a labyrinth,

I really didn’t mind it, you were the one i wanted to work it out with,

but you wanted out…

so the idea that you wanted to stay, became a fabrication; a myth,

(Y)ou,

should be happy cause we are what you wanted right?

you wanted me to give up on the thing that matter, which was you, right?

make me feel like crap for trying cause you couldn’t handle the complexity right?

but its over, so no more excuses can be made then right?

I hope I have your attention now…

I know i wasn’t the best of people giving you headaches and making you dizzy,

or even letting you think that i wasn’t available cause i was seemingly way too busy,

but if i get nothing else from what was us but the chance to be less frizzy,

I just want to know about the excuses….

why izzy

~Written by Xavier Gerard Dunson

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My poetic Journey

Now (part 2)

I thought I could be strong,

and ignore her but im wrong

thought sayin my peace was my final song

but i cant

i think about her and go on a rant…

like she’s sitting in the room with me

we’re watching tv, and the show is glee

or that one she likes thats with a hill and one tree

gavin’s singin “i don’t wanna be”

everybody’s happy, im glad shes here with me

then i come back,

all my thoughts were a fantasy act

my reality is like im living, but im not intact

hell, even god knows that as a fact!

im a little bitter cause i still dont understand

we were too different to her

so i couldn’t be her man,

i really wanted things to work out

but that wasn’t in the plan,

God must have delt her some cards

and i wasn’t in her hand

fuck!

why do i even still care?

im sure she’s not losin any hair

over me

thinkin about what the hell we had

its just me

sittin on the other side of this stupid computer

feelin incomplete

she might even think im crazy

writing this poem at like fucking 3

but i digress,

cause all im doin is venting for the press,

nothing can change because of this poem

thats not a guess,

im pretty much stuck in relationship limbo

more or less,

this was a slice of my life at this moment

at its best,

I’ll continue this on another day

but now…I rest

 

~Written By Xavier Gerard Dunson

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