Where Am I?....

When I wrote this I was going through a particularly difficult time in my life.  I was deep into what we then called "The Stoner Life" and when you live that life of partying to excess you tend to make mistakes you often wish you could take back.

At 18 I had hit a few new lows, and for a time then, I truly thought I had lost my own soul.  This is a poem I wrote to depict an interesting experience I had, whether it was real or imagined, it was certainly an eye-opener for me to say the very least....

Where Am I

Once upon the stroke of Midnight
As I heard the clock’s bell tolling
I felt a wicked chilling sensation
Then noticed a limousine silently rolling

As it came up beside me I picked up my pace
And I imagined the worst possibilities
The window rolled down and a voice called my name
And what I saw, defied all probability

His face gazed upon me, capturing my soul
As if some unseen force held me bound
The clock then struck twelve, and on that last toll
I noticed around me not one little sound

“Who are you?” I asked, getting hold of my grip
And how do you know of my name?
He then simply smiled, the most wicked of grins
And he said, “You know me just the same”

His voice sounded cold yet deep in its tone
And it pierced right through to my soul
And that spellbinding smile, that deep evil grin?
Who was this? I just had to know

“Why are you here, and what do you want?”
I asked as the limousine pulled away
“Why nothing of course, I don’t already have”
And he laughed as he said, here you’ll stay

L.R. Waldon
© 1988

In Love as in Nature

Bet you can't tell yet, but here is another one of my first few attempts as poetry.  I was 15 when I wrote it and I was basically discovering that part of life adolescent life that is learning how to attract the opposite sex.  I was honing my skills on the hunt, but you know us poets..... We're usually the ones who get hooked when we set our sights on a particular girl.
Though I would focus on one at a time, believe it or not, I actually had quite the little black book of numbers by the time I was 15, and it was these Teeny-Bopper verses that helped a lot.

In Love as in Nature

To see Love in Nature's

Great beauty and art

You must first use your eyes

Then look through your heart

The beautiful Sunset

Red, Crimson and Gold

To People together

Love's Passion takes hold

Those tall Mountain peaks

So Graceful and high

Two hearts become one

Real Love is no lie

In Love as in Nature

Some seasons are grey

You can't quite give up

You shouldn't run away

For once you have hold

Of someone you cherish

Then look through your heart

And Love will not perish

L.R. Waldon Jr.

© 1985

LIFE

I've decided to use this forum to post my Poetry from my very first poem I ever wrote to the latest ones.

Poetry has been my way of self expression and emotional venting since adolescence.  So there are some that are dark and some that are odd, and out there, and some that just make no sense at all, accept to me.

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I wrote this one a little while after the first one in my last post.  It was written during one of many sleepless nights when I could'nt turn my mind off enough to go to sleep.

Most of my poetry is written on nights like that.  So here it is, my second ever poem, I called it simply, "Life".

FYI, not all my poetry is this up-beat.  Poetry is a very personal expression of one's feelings about things at the time so as you'll soon see, I was a Love sick, thoughtful, and often very depressed teenager.

LIFE

You live your life through

Just day by day

Facing life's troubles

To solve them some way

But then when those troubles

Start bringing you down

If you don't take control

In life you can drown

Talking to someone

That's one thing to do

It's good to have friends

Who will listen to you

But then there's those friends

Who don't seem to hear

You want understanding

Not answers to fear

For though people's problems

May all seem the same

To each different person

It's all their own game

understanding advice

Is good just to give

But it's you who decides

Just how you will live

It's you who decides

Just who you will Love

And it's you who decides

Just who you will shove

You make your own choices

On what you will do

Throughout your whole life

It's all up to you

It's true there are times

When it seems there's no choice

But you choose what to say

When you use your own voice

To learn to live happy

Is the ultimate goal

Life's like a big play

So now choose your role

If you deal with each problem

With these thoughts in mind

You'll find in the end

That Life could be kind

L.R. Waldon Jr.

© 1984