Cloudthings

Mar 13, 2009 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Leaves the whole truth half unspoken

Sit down now honey, here’s a tender solace and a warm breeze on your face

just step out for a little while – it isn’t like you need to be in someone elses race

Don’t know why he doesn’t get it – I don’t know why he’s so resistant

But it really is the best – he’s not good for you – just half persistent

Yes he’s nice - he feels good – yes, I know you’d keep him if you could

But he’s so slippery and illusive – leaves the whole truth half unspoken

It’s always someone else’s fault – or something that was broken

Lots of things too hidden.. lots of things left out –

and instead of finding a better way, he pounds his fist, begins to shout

Yes he’s nice - he feels good – yes, I know you’d keep him if you could

Honey no more trying, you’ve spoken it so clearly

The love would kiss you daily if he truly loved you dearly

You don’t need the chaos, the excuses, angst or stress

Your heart is far more worthy of a heart that longs to bless

Yes he’s nice - he feels good – yes, I know you’d keep him if you could

You know you’re loosing nothing – if he wanted you… he would

— Cloudthings, Mar 13, 2009

About the Author

Region, Country: Australia, regional Victoria, AUS

Favorite Poets: So many... Rumi, Spike Milligan, Keats. Many of the Neopoet clan, past & present. A myriad of song writers, Dylan, Jackson Browne, Lior, & I must add the poetic influence of painters, sculptors & creators across the world... Life really, especially the sky.

Critiques

Geezer

17 years 3 months ago

truth whole truth and nothing but...

really can relate. it's like my used to be friend, had to cut him loose because he only was for himself and was my friend for himself, if you know what i mean. he has a bro.,that is so unlike him but for one way. it's never his fault. that i can deal with in itself, but when it affects me personally.... first bro. is only for himself. 2nd bro. is still good friend. our little circle of friends view their common fault as what we call the 'clark'syndrome. i made up a little story about 2nd bro. if 2nd bro was crossing street and bent over to pick up something in the road and got hit by a car, whose fault would it be? the guy who dropped it there in the first place! lol! anyhoo, think that it would make fine song. kinda reminds me of old 'motown' lyrics. gee.

Cloudthings

17 years 3 months ago

Sorta Bonnie Raitte kinda blues I think?

Thanks Gee... Motown huh? Maybe, had it a little more bluesy jazz in my head... spose motown can go bluesy... Sorta Bonnie Raitte kinda blues I think. Funny story, about your brother friends, it's sad really isn't it, not being able to take responsibility for the way you are in the world... means you'd never learn, & you'd lose good friends & love in the end. Felt sorry for that man (the one I wrote that song about), he always feels so powerless & puts everyone offside & feels wronged, he thinks he's a victim. He lost the love of such a beautiful woman, it was so close, I feel he could have done it if he'd stepped up with his courage... I feel for him, he'll die lonely in the end..... Or maybe he'll "get it" next week & live a brilliant life tadahhhh! Be so great to give people the gift of real insight... I'd love a bit more sometimes, though I do try so hard to stay open eyed for it... There's always stuff you can't see though. Cheers Mate, is it getting a bit warmer there yet? Anni "Out beyond the ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I will meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about ideas, language, and even the phrase, "each other" doesn't make any sense."

faerybeki

17 years 3 months ago

I’m with Gee there is much

I'm with Gee there is much in this poem/song that resonates with me. My daughter's father is very like the guy in the poem and Gee's friend, i spent so long trying to get him to recognise his own potential but he was always so resistant to growth (my poem Violent Subtleties is about him) i guess at the end of the day i realised that my heart was indeed 'worthy' of more! and also that you can't 'learn other people their lessons', if that makes sense? they have to get there (or not) on their own!! A great read Anni, i enjoyed it and the accompanying picture of you strumming a guitar that popped in my head while i was reading!!! :) much love b x

Cloudthings

17 years 2 months ago

Thanks Beki faery. Horrid

Thanks Beki faery. Horrid that you can relate so well, was horrible watching the circumstance I wrote of here, I felt so much for the woman going through, but also a dreadful loss for the man involved as well... but you're right, you can't learn for another, no matter how much you wish they could just take a bigger/better perspective on something. Funny about your image, I hardly play any more, I have so many extraordinary accompanists, I'd rather leave it to them, still, now & then... I have 2 images to put up some time here inspired by you (I also have a passion for rock hugging!!!) & one with guitar. Take care & keep writing xxx Anni "Out beyond the ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I will meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about ideas, language, and even the phrase, "each other" doesn't make any sense."

faerybeki

17 years 2 months ago

Hi again Anni, my close

Hi again Anni, my close friends felt similarly to you and found it hard to watch me disappear during those years, still back now and stronger for my own lessons!! Finding time to play can be very hard, as adults it's almost like we're not sure we're allowed to or something! My daughter is 18months and has really encouraged me to get back in touch with my inner child, she loved the stones too, kept touching them, such a powerful prescence, her and those stones!! (Avebury, Wiltshire, the stone circle is so big there is a village in the middle with great thatched pub!!) I look forward to seeing those pics you mention and reading your next post! much love b x

Cloudthings

17 years 2 months ago

Stone hugged & spellbound

Hey, one day I'm coming over & you & I and our kids can go stone hugging together! So nice to hear about your little one, it's such a beautiful journey (having a child)... the best I've ever made & I have made a few brilliant ones. xx Anni "Out beyond the ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I will meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about ideas, language, and even the phrase, "each other" doesn't make any sense."

faerybeki

17 years 2 months ago

Stone huggers UNITE!

That sounds wonderful, you and yours be welcome here anytime! The stones certainly aren't going anywhere but who knows we may make it to you first! :) much love b xx

ginny

17 years 2 months ago

hi anni

hi anni, this poem is so soothing and understanding of a problem that is, unfortunately, frequently found in relationships. a lot of people have gone through relationships similar to the one you wrote about, which is sad. great "some guys really suck/you're too good for him" poem. --ginny

Cloudthings

17 years 2 months ago

Still, which one really looses the most?

Hi Ginny, yeah, it IS really sad isn't it, I've seen it too often & been there myself too many times, but you begin finally (hopefully) to get a real sense of your own worth & don't choose such experiences. Very hard to watch someone go through though isn't it. The really sad thing is, guys like that will always miss out on such beautiful love in pursuit of some illusive "something" & end up lonely & unhappy, having caused a great deal of anguish all the way there. Anni "Out beyond the ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I will meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about ideas, language, and even the phrase, "each other" doesn't make any sense."

Aureo

17 years 2 months ago

Hi Cloudthings, how are things up in the air?

Hi Anni, I didn't want to submit this poem because of the anger it expressed. I guess after reading your poem to a friend I took courage to let someone else see it. Sometimes we just have to be ruthless when we fight to survive. It also serves as a sad comment on the reason my friend filled his world with lies and manipulations. Kristeta You Give Nothing so Readily You give nothing so readily Touch me now And I will bite your hand off Tired of your games Your sheepish smile Your lies You do not hesitate To take whatever you can From whomever you can And me Oh blessed are the fools No more! We can not, will not Inherit the earth Playing this wretched game Liar Slayer Of women Of men How can you smile? How do you beguile? You take. You forsake. You fake. What do you give? Nothing Oh my god! I see you once more. Shit, what am I doing? Posturing Posing Threatening Seducing Fighting Lying Oh lord I see That you really are Nothing And You Know It!

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