The Profound Ramblings of a Brilliantly Deranged Mind E-Book

Charlie Petteway

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Sachliteratur, Reportagen, Biografien
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

This is the Poem collection from the original book. the complete book is still available with the poems as well as the rambling "random thoughts"

Leseprobe

Charlie Petteway

The Profound Ramblings of a Brilliantly Deranged Mind

The Poems Collection Book 1

This book (all the books in the collection) is dedicated to all the people in my life who love and support me, as well as the ones who fucked me over all of which made me the person I am today. I offer them this dedication along with a sincere thank you for all they have done.BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

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Table of Contents

This is book one of 3 it contains the first 14 poems from the complete book and a sample of the ramblings.

Table of Contents:

Lonely OakWho Am IA PoemJust WriteCold NightLifeMade Of GlassMy LifeSunshineJust Write 2In This MomentNot A PoemOne DoorThis Rhymes

Lonely Oak

A lonely oak stands alone, and never has a doubt. It need not know, or even care what life is all about. A lonely oak it stands alone, it stands up tall and proud. It has not a voice it can’t question life, or even shout out loud. A lonely oak stands alone, I really doubt it even wonders why. It just stands and grows, and now and then is shade for passers by. A lonely oak stands alone, and never asks questions gods plan. But that lonely oak he lives a simple life. His has not the life of man. A lonely man would surely fall, without the love of a friend For man was not built to stand alone, or be alone in the end. A lonely oak stands alone, but that oak is not at all like me. For me I stand alone and wonder, Why and What to be.

Who Am I

This is not a game for you to play,

follow the clues and find your way.

This is a journey, on which I must go.

A question whose answer I must know.

Who am I? no I mean who am I really?

I know to you that must sound kind of silly.

There is a voice inside my head, is that voice me?

The voice always trying to find a way to break free.

The voice is smarter than anyone in any school.

The voice is even dumber than the biggest fool.

The voice inside my head I really hate.

To none of my feelings can he ever relate

Those feelings, they are held in my heart.

Are my feelings who I am, is it even a start?

My heart is loving it is so giving and kind.

it is more evil than any thought in my mind

my heart is not a thinker, my head con not feel.

Sometimes I wonder if any of this is even real.

Am I the sum of all the possessions that I own?

If I am my stuff, can you front me a sizeable loan?

Maybe I am my job? Could what I do really be me?

Then I am a boring looser, not being all I can be.

Thoughts, feelings and things in time all fade away.

So there is no easy answer, all I can surely say…

I AM