Poetry of a Borderline -- Ronald
Out of know where he comes, he comes so quickly. Riding on emotional instability and illogical thoughts. Traveling illogically in rage and fear His victim soon be near. Without mercy, he prepares for battle. Defenseless all enemy’s, enemy’s within own mind. Fear this existence of the Master Swordsmen, for he fights himself and never wins. Suddenly, calm the battle be done. He rides away quietly up into the sun. But as the roar of battle fades away. Old warriors, his mark he leaves behind. All comes to be quiet, quiet and still. Relieved for a moment, a moment or two. But soon I prepare, for the next battle I defend. From the Master Swordsman within my mind
Ronald Price
A lone walk through a forest of life. Sun providing the fuel for all that lives. Hiding most often in darkness alone. I treasure this moment, in a place without strife. The trees do say with the help of a breeze. That many have walked this same path as thee. Alone you are not for all share with me. There lives as they walk, amongst us trees From hi above I can see how you feel. I spread myself, so not to miss on thought, that you take in my city of self made beauty. Enjoy all you want, for we be simple but real. Some of my brothers have lived here long. Now fallen and old they lay so still. In time new life will emerge from those old. A Cardinal stops by and sings her song. So open your eyes Mr. Oak said to me. Clear your mind and listen to that, that lives For now you are in my forest of dreams. Here you be welcome and always free.
Ronald Price
What I see is not the norm. What I feel is like a ragging, Kansas summer storm. Reality, I defy. But who decides, normality. Who creates the confusion, they call reality. Conform, must I What if I create actuality Will they be conformists, to my reality. Change, will they Is the grand illusion gray. Do we seek because of what, they say. Lost, are others. What I see is the norm. What I feel is so unlike a ragging, Kansas summer storm. Reality, they defy. A blind man does not see at all. Deaf men do not hear , us fall. Black ,silence. Would I trade for peace of mind. A world so dark so cold, so easy to find. Maybe, maybe not.
Ronald Price
I was looking for love, in the strangest places. Was I looking for you. Were you looking for me. Tight fisted like a boxers glove. I have hidden all traces. Yesterdays all gone by, too. In my mind, is it you I see. Peaceful gardens, with bright white doves, are not familiar places. Mindless thoughts that make me blue. Engulfed in sorrow I flee. When ready to finally make my move. With Subtle mind that never races. I can not find you. Alone, I drink cold tea. I was looking for love, in the strangest places. In my mind I found you. In my mind, I live free.
Ronald Price
Twelve by twelve, is my domain of hell. Alone and confined, in My little room I hide. Here, by you I can not be hurt. With my life, you can no longer flirt. Stay away and leave me be. The end is near for you and me. I give you love like no other. But your evil ways have become a bother. I love myself enough to say. Let us go our seperate way. So easy is this all to say. For you have hurt me in every way. Take a hike outside my life. For you baby, cause all my strife. Is your goal to end my life. You, will never be my wife. Talk of heaven and hell. Weakened is your spell. I see you as you really are. And I did not look to far. Go and find another chump Cause you baby, just got dumped.
Ronald Price
I awoke on the Hell Bound Train. Going nowhere, but going somewhere. Feeling tired, just got fired. Sleep, for I be tired, "brain". Hard, clear and open. I see, but I see not me. I cry, nobody said goodbye. My soul, please soften. All around are having fun. A silly joke, a finger poke. What about me, can I not you see. Till when, does come, the morning sun. Wake up, wake up, for you be here. Foggy mind, he was not very kind. Oh well, his God he sell. Is that why we choose, to live in fear?
Ronald Price
It’s 6 o’clock, morning sounds are everywhere. Smells of a fresh new day, warms my soul in a different way. Thoughts racing, everywhere. Warm spring sun touch’s me softly. Happy for a moment or two, thinking of you. Within, I speak softly. I create my own confusion. Trust, am I just a fool, why do I love those that be cruel. My life, my confusion. Turn me off, for a moment please. Peace of mind, somebody kind. This world, I cannot please. Is it just a grand illusion. What I see is seldom real, your soul I do not feel. Am I just a self made illusion. It’s 2 o’clock, morning sounds now faded away. Dark clouds, cold wind, brings reality to my mind. Normality fading away. Who creates this hell I live. Always seeing white or black, commonness is a sense I lack. I create the hell I live. It’s 12 o’clock, a gray moon looks down on earth. Giving hope to all that see, But why not me. Can I too, not love this earth. Off to sleep, to complete my time. For twenty four is what we get, but I got nothing yet. No joy today, soon I be out of time. It’s 2 o’clock, outside be still. Peace of mind, I finally find. As I close my eyes and sleep so still. It’s 6 o’clock, morning sounds are everywhere.
Ronald Prince
There I was on a rain filled day. Standing alone, very little to say. Joy begone, form my soul I pray. There must be, another way. Confused, by all that is real. Out of sync with reality and time. Who be I, will I ever know. Who creates the fiction that within I feel. A caring soul is all that I ask. Someone who cares, if I see morning sun. A person that knows from this hell I run. Someone who sees, behind my mask. Far away I see someone kind. This type of soul is hard to find. Replicated from a digital bite. Their words so kind, do help me fight. So dear one, who be far from my place. Your words bring joy and hope to my space. Your kindness breeds reliance in the human race, and daily smiles upon my face.
Ronald
I awake to the stench of hells breath within my bodies mind. Tormented by my subconsciously create dreams, analyzed by many within me. I say to myself, though wide-awake. Confused, but it is my name I sign. So it must be me! My mirror disagrees with me. But dear mirror you can only see, What is outside of me. Now in my mind, there are many mirrors. They create the roads, that take me on my many journeys. But these many roads, go no where, you know! Sadly, I travel them all.
Ronald Price
Reality, is it just the norm for mindless souls.
Longevity, is it just a way to control those fools.
Conformity, Is it the masters choice.
Realistically, did yesterday really happen.
Confused, is my normality.
Refused, if I do not conform.
Abused, sensitive souls are used.
Amused, it is not I that laugh.
Customize, lets not mix it up.
Realize, then I be like them.
Categorize, is it all that simple.
Materialize, then will they win.
Lust, is it man made greed.
Rust, is the earth’s own destruction.
Trust, is mans own destruction.
Must, is a word that controls man kind.
Luck, is that simply just a happy day
Struck, by thoughts and questions.
Abduct, who has the right to take away.
My thoughts, my life, my reality.
Ronald Price 09/17/99