tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520378997982593142024-02-06T22:15:31.704-08:00Grizzly Grind's PoetryGrizzly Grindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15942687364968582302noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1852037899798259314.post-39494739608024263562011-11-01T03:30:00.000-07:002011-11-01T03:30:45.037-07:00P.S.A.I'll traverse all the barriers<br />
And deploy every trick<br />
Tune my emotions<br />
To hear your heart tick<br />
I'll meet other faces<br />
And learn all the skills<br />
Then fill your cup up<br />
As everything spills<br />
To live is to suffer<br />
I guess that's a fact<br />
Impulsive reactions<br />
Patience, we lack<br />
No matter the noise<br />
That distracts your sadness<br />
I'll create them for you<br />
Amidst all the madness<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeZZ_Y7uUJ7xnGkbk45V34ziaMGX9mbePxlCuo-KUrwVVGOaQ_L7F-jVoJ4Q6L1lfUZPmlWFbXB1gzzojONPajt8jX1wD91QlXfKg6wZ7zV3gdUO0kEHzqMOgmvOEJrCBPHx1FBTcuZoBZ/s1600/10318645-music-note-cartoon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="168" width="165" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeZZ_Y7uUJ7xnGkbk45V34ziaMGX9mbePxlCuo-KUrwVVGOaQ_L7F-jVoJ4Q6L1lfUZPmlWFbXB1gzzojONPajt8jX1wD91QlXfKg6wZ7zV3gdUO0kEHzqMOgmvOEJrCBPHx1FBTcuZoBZ/s200/10318645-music-note-cartoon.jpg" /></a></div>Grizzly Grindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15942687364968582302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1852037899798259314.post-26805123394341714192011-11-01T03:26:00.000-07:002011-11-01T03:26:07.419-07:00Organic scenes<br />
With the strangest behaviors<br />
Living together<br />
In a state of disfavor<br />
Footprints embed<br />
The green of her skin<br />
Like cancer, we are<br />
Original sin<br />
Clouds start to gather<br />
And feast on her<br />
Sun shines through<br />
With the heaviest stare<br />
She'll shake us off<br />
Like we're the invader<br />
Mechanical scenes<br />
Don't leave room for nature<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibvEKHQKU9JoJmF5EC_zV6I_8yI78FluRR7m5GFsL6f5mE9kHnDuo16jkpg0lWWyYsD3vubm5hIx_mpXV3BLEVfU8g24xXyBaAffhdCM3XITc9-JGCXI7vT_DH4TXpGbreezmaKo5EFP0V/s1600/IMG_1911.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="134" width="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibvEKHQKU9JoJmF5EC_zV6I_8yI78FluRR7m5GFsL6f5mE9kHnDuo16jkpg0lWWyYsD3vubm5hIx_mpXV3BLEVfU8g24xXyBaAffhdCM3XITc9-JGCXI7vT_DH4TXpGbreezmaKo5EFP0V/s200/IMG_1911.jpg" /></a></div>Grizzly Grindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15942687364968582302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1852037899798259314.post-69935614822744217642011-02-04T01:14:00.000-08:002011-02-08T00:33:40.358-08:00Detonation<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI18G-LOGO-UOEmN8ATCknDi7AYuj7GxHbAznof_sYmzQuvSQuCytEHMi6xsNEMF2E7aV0ocs7y1CEyQotRvflIAqBgxV-asnR3quI4iqQi7TF0y0U5x52jEKosZA2JYexom5xSmDXLzCA/s1600/Volcanic+Eruption.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="242" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI18G-LOGO-UOEmN8ATCknDi7AYuj7GxHbAznof_sYmzQuvSQuCytEHMi6xsNEMF2E7aV0ocs7y1CEyQotRvflIAqBgxV-asnR3quI4iqQi7TF0y0U5x52jEKosZA2JYexom5xSmDXLzCA/s320/Volcanic+Eruption.jpg" /></a></div><br />
Serene and so calm<br />
But looks can deceive<br />
I can see through<br />
These shams that you weave<br />
Internal conflicts<br />
You place out of sight<br />
I wonder when you'll<br />
Exhibit your might<br />
Coarse on the outer<br />
But warm on the inner<br />
Things sure heat up<br />
When your shields become thinner<br />
And now you paint<br />
The sky with your blood<br />
You've given in<br />
To the domestic floodGrizzly Grindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15942687364968582302noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1852037899798259314.post-10626975996554751302011-02-02T22:16:00.000-08:002011-02-02T22:16:12.426-08:00Banana<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5rlbR-0_-rDEt2_9N6xE5ocVrOo7GQmkXVTyVaqwjEE6mN0kmSqrLvtEuqYj_O61FG19OZwNqeNxSkHgLswTBGSiayPVT_fUfdCOL6SnFldLWI45RdO8977AXGdc81Bw1t3BtdapzRbze/s1600/Banana.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5rlbR-0_-rDEt2_9N6xE5ocVrOo7GQmkXVTyVaqwjEE6mN0kmSqrLvtEuqYj_O61FG19OZwNqeNxSkHgLswTBGSiayPVT_fUfdCOL6SnFldLWI45RdO8977AXGdc81Bw1t3BtdapzRbze/s320/Banana.jpg" /></a></div><br />
A little banana<br />
Sitting next to me<br />
Was there since<br />
My first memory<br />
Though a little distant<br />
From the start<br />
This little banana<br />
Soon found my heart<br />
Now my banana<br />
Seems so far away<br />
Now my days are<br />
All turning gray<br />
But no matter what<br />
I'll never forget<br />
The little banana<br />
I had once metGrizzly Grindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15942687364968582302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1852037899798259314.post-42149451179653302812011-02-02T02:34:00.001-08:002011-02-03T17:35:35.571-08:00Shades of Gray<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfUBIdMYMQ-EL8yM6ukWujKylm6DC6WkhvgntRZD2bddZnFMDbfPNuq_AF9eA93Tf-Ht3vV7o97eDVrojhPvj5F8pDCGjPkrcO36g5QA0VJ9juw8adrYXZKxUyJdFKGJaBqHGFflRrO-nT/s1600/Nature.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfUBIdMYMQ-EL8yM6ukWujKylm6DC6WkhvgntRZD2bddZnFMDbfPNuq_AF9eA93Tf-Ht3vV7o97eDVrojhPvj5F8pDCGjPkrcO36g5QA0VJ9juw8adrYXZKxUyJdFKGJaBqHGFflRrO-nT/s320/Nature.jpg" /></a></div><br />
Nothing more<br />
Than what you see<br />
Clouds in the sky<br />
Leaves on a tree<br />
Hidden beauty<br />
Everywhere<br />
Hard to miss<br />
But do you care?<br />
It isn't always<br />
Black and white<br />
There's shades of gray<br />
Within my sight<br />
Something more<br />
Than what I see<br />
These hidden beauties<br />
Set me freeGrizzly Grindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15942687364968582302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1852037899798259314.post-68293155978931089122011-02-02T02:31:00.000-08:002011-02-03T17:37:21.055-08:00Dear _____,<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEuCcVuYoQ59VIRmhQQbzjDFpHgCodnr2zkCH0mAPRc1YnWImX8mbPfREFTEUIZGXY3cmlVlJ4nUQj4gfZrfyP5px-nEaBV6bULWtfRiQ8NEACKUGSiYU3SEDaTHMkFLtB3n7pvF9NqaXK/s1600/Envelope.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="213" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEuCcVuYoQ59VIRmhQQbzjDFpHgCodnr2zkCH0mAPRc1YnWImX8mbPfREFTEUIZGXY3cmlVlJ4nUQj4gfZrfyP5px-nEaBV6bULWtfRiQ8NEACKUGSiYU3SEDaTHMkFLtB3n7pvF9NqaXK/s320/Envelope.jpg" /></a></div><br />
You opened my eyes<br />
And showed me the way<br />
New types of beauty<br />
New shades of gray<br />
You taught me some lessons<br />
That I won't forget<br />
My cup is half full<br />
My clothes are not wet<br />
You gave me some problems<br />
But nothing is free<br />
Now I'll live life<br />
According to me<br />
You'll see me again<br />
I promise you this<br />
Cause your part of my past<br />
And I do reminisceGrizzly Grindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15942687364968582302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1852037899798259314.post-937635283655843842011-02-02T02:24:00.000-08:002011-02-02T12:54:46.260-08:00Memories of Love<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioKfY-AQK9wIbGB1WXPGnLn67FbZRYxI2KF1pzoSnf-Utd-lTIuoiwRjrzP-6U7LMgot156GBMs4HsfcIFJ-AFF6q-MqXx4HGLAIBC_WWR3iSlZv5UGp5ouxm243AHkSSbKQ_O3qgAkKxT/s1600/Cave.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="185" width="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioKfY-AQK9wIbGB1WXPGnLn67FbZRYxI2KF1pzoSnf-Utd-lTIuoiwRjrzP-6U7LMgot156GBMs4HsfcIFJ-AFF6q-MqXx4HGLAIBC_WWR3iSlZv5UGp5ouxm243AHkSSbKQ_O3qgAkKxT/s320/Cave.jpg" /></a></div><br />
Can't see at all<br />
Though I can sure feel<br />
Echoes of what<br />
I tried to conceal<br />
Flickers of light<br />
Sometimes reflect<br />
Just to remind me<br />
Of when I had wrecked<br />
The cave I dwell in<br />
Is forever changed<br />
Because of you<br />
I'm not too deranged<br />
But the echoes live on<br />
Perhaps for all time<br />
But why should I care<br />
For nickels and dimesGrizzly Grindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15942687364968582302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1852037899798259314.post-2246282132643547622011-02-02T02:19:00.000-08:002011-02-02T03:46:41.330-08:00Six-Stringed Guide<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx5GrwdgSzwDh-4P_kixbJsIfzgfZwTA5M42AD7x5VpzkeGQjCnHHF40pohC9UonOxUZU9MbF1zi6TpIqEhgrlOayH1L8X-SXZ-V1h-SV5LUf25xr5o8oVjwQZvrhnAghFq7We5GNwvumP/s1600/Guitar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="249" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx5GrwdgSzwDh-4P_kixbJsIfzgfZwTA5M42AD7x5VpzkeGQjCnHHF40pohC9UonOxUZU9MbF1zi6TpIqEhgrlOayH1L8X-SXZ-V1h-SV5LUf25xr5o8oVjwQZvrhnAghFq7We5GNwvumP/s320/Guitar.jpg" /></a></div><br />
Someone must be<br />
Crying outside<br />
The rain is bringing<br />
Up the tide<br />
So me and you<br />
Become allied<br />
I touch your strings<br />
And open wide<br />
My mind pours out<br />
What's left of pride<br />
And now my sadness<br />
Soon subsides<br />
Look what happens<br />
When we collide<br />
Let's spread this<br />
Message nationwide<br />
And if we fail<br />
At least we triedGrizzly Grindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15942687364968582302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1852037899798259314.post-34557428743666305752011-02-02T02:14:00.000-08:002011-02-02T02:14:00.332-08:00Cause and Effect<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOG2kASDzdaBGTJD_uAMyOyy3-1Xu2MvTI57lYaHc1KwQygYHbSNsK1-evuYzwO8T0EH5gYPSsoZztXKl3a9VKXrDrZBUjDEzOzV5hh1D3-zeYSBcY6VBkm-WnVAnysreF3qaNwNQwKkqi/s1600/Pothead.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="262" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOG2kASDzdaBGTJD_uAMyOyy3-1Xu2MvTI57lYaHc1KwQygYHbSNsK1-evuYzwO8T0EH5gYPSsoZztXKl3a9VKXrDrZBUjDEzOzV5hh1D3-zeYSBcY6VBkm-WnVAnysreF3qaNwNQwKkqi/s320/Pothead.jpg" /></a></div><br />
To plant a seed<br />
Requires much care<br />
I wouldn't have guessed<br />
We'd made a good pair<br />
Water it gently<br />
Patience is key<br />
I saw your whole soul<br />
As big as the sea<br />
First sign of growth<br />
Don't get excited<br />
Too soon for love<br />
You simply must fight it<br />
Now this young seed<br />
Has become a flower<br />
Now I can't see<br />
The way I once saw her<br />
My flower was stolen<br />
Perhaps by the wind<br />
Sun strikes my eyes<br />
How long has it been?Grizzly Grindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15942687364968582302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1852037899798259314.post-54803918160547008402011-02-02T02:09:00.000-08:002011-02-04T02:49:50.169-08:00Extinguished<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh47wN9pFH3xs2Tx2BCd18szVDHuaHFa93Lt3rbJ9LH7u14HqR_JKwYASQ8v7Dl_MOxwSPKZzd4sGulKGumrONybrd8dlK52NLQ-VfMLZTHR5l6PoKxWyDP8ky90xe2aI6nHQAq0nRkCtn6/s1600/Candle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh47wN9pFH3xs2Tx2BCd18szVDHuaHFa93Lt3rbJ9LH7u14HqR_JKwYASQ8v7Dl_MOxwSPKZzd4sGulKGumrONybrd8dlK52NLQ-VfMLZTHR5l6PoKxWyDP8ky90xe2aI6nHQAq0nRkCtn6/s320/Candle.jpg" /></a></div>Though I still burn<br />
I'm no longer bright<br />
Mr. oxygen<br />
Is losing the fight<br />
Always being pushed<br />
The wind is unkind<br />
So many enemies<br />
I'm stuck in a bind<br />
Along comes another<br />
Wet drippy foe<br />
Throw water on fire<br />
And I won't die so slow<br />
The ground creeps up closer<br />
As I'm fading away<br />
Don't try to light me<br />
I'm done for the dayGrizzly Grindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15942687364968582302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1852037899798259314.post-79646146810795910192011-02-02T02:05:00.000-08:002011-02-04T13:56:01.907-08:00Wooden Ships<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnioxRr-eT5WYZLxPcukONAIWMiEu8ZwgWeVc5YrimOrFL5uftrsvsjlVO51s9dsBkQBvDxD1DDRqmrbnrfPVtXkWyTXIEnF4aPdM_w0C2yE4e2rySohxXsiqB-Aii13U48fKdZgwqZpWr/s1600/Burning+Ship.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="134" width="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnioxRr-eT5WYZLxPcukONAIWMiEu8ZwgWeVc5YrimOrFL5uftrsvsjlVO51s9dsBkQBvDxD1DDRqmrbnrfPVtXkWyTXIEnF4aPdM_w0C2yE4e2rySohxXsiqB-Aii13U48fKdZgwqZpWr/s200/Burning+Ship.jpg" /></a></div><br />
Time sure kills<br />
When I wish you would last<br />
Sharks swim around<br />
Steering ships toward my past<br />
And here I thought<br />
You were made out of gold<br />
Sheltering me<br />
From the shivering cold<br />
The waves kept on hitting<br />
Though you always stood strong<br />
Now you're in pieces<br />
Like an unfinished song<br />
Drunk from the pain,<br />
It might have been me<br />
Turning wood into flames<br />
Setting misery freeGrizzly Grindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15942687364968582302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1852037899798259314.post-44584038275192717102011-02-02T01:57:00.000-08:002011-02-02T01:57:33.372-08:00Falling With Style<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihj37Pg11Ks3QGDiOgtVt3vTDhIk-mnhYkSc7JQT0WlNpRinQfQHznYNBAYfIdgDbqn9XzMzYIZJ_8VSJBn33YEi99wlXGLnPAF2l9DIER0BFxX9tEryDb0G_OLe633hyphenhyphen9Fi0pZH_RYS6J/s1600/Water+Leaf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="262" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihj37Pg11Ks3QGDiOgtVt3vTDhIk-mnhYkSc7JQT0WlNpRinQfQHznYNBAYfIdgDbqn9XzMzYIZJ_8VSJBn33YEi99wlXGLnPAF2l9DIER0BFxX9tEryDb0G_OLe633hyphenhyphen9Fi0pZH_RYS6J/s320/Water+Leaf.jpg" /></a></div><br />
Just a small drop<br />
Hanging by a thread<br />
Without this green land<br />
I'd surely be dead<br />
All of my peers<br />
Falling, crawling down<br />
Only to enjoy<br />
A most beautiful sound<br />
I know I cannot<br />
Climb towards the sky<br />
Pretend I can't see<br />
Or live with a lie<br />
So no more worry<br />
As the wind hits my face<br />
Embracing the end<br />
As I leave this old placeGrizzly Grindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15942687364968582302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1852037899798259314.post-87073526475928858002011-02-02T01:46:00.000-08:002011-02-02T01:58:47.820-08:00Temporary Conditions<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDqg_px55gMKTdVyN8W7xPAsp5SSdym6V0hvumH4SgF7FCGuCX2JIrNlXLlsU9Lg7q_H_16tG9-EDBQobaJjZZsxUUEDMx2MIbACu-HGBLr10UaNAm9LUyGGlJ2KDW4J3ji19laOaKl1QI/s1600/Lone+Cloud.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDqg_px55gMKTdVyN8W7xPAsp5SSdym6V0hvumH4SgF7FCGuCX2JIrNlXLlsU9Lg7q_H_16tG9-EDBQobaJjZZsxUUEDMx2MIbACu-HGBLr10UaNAm9LUyGGlJ2KDW4J3ji19laOaKl1QI/s320/Lone+Cloud.jpg" /></a></div><br />
A lone white spot<br />
In a sea of blue<br />
Are you just<br />
Passing through?<br />
Stay awhile<br />
You keep me calm<br />
I'll just pretend<br />
You're in my palm<br />
But shades of gray<br />
Tell me more<br />
You're slowly moving<br />
Just like before<br />
So why wait<br />
For a new white spot?<br />
You were special<br />
Forget me notGrizzly Grindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15942687364968582302noreply@blogger.com0