Poems and Ponderings
A poet... one who has deep passionate thoughts, which cannot be left unsaid. These thoughts have a mind of their own, and emerge on their own. The poet does not create the poem, it is already there, just waiting for the poet to unleash it.
Charlene Metzger, July 22, 2003
Here are some of the most recent poems, ponderings, ramblings etc to emerge from my mind.
I will try to add some of my older stuff, as I find it.
Please do not take these works, they are my own. Not that they are good enough to steal, but all in the same, they are mine. Charlene Metzger, 2003
Midi Playing... Changes by Black Sabbath
I'm awake now, been away too long, I'm awake now, all the haze is gone. I can see now, nothing clouds my sight. I can see now, Have the will to fight. I can feel now, I'm back to me again. I can feel now, Now my life begins. I can love now, love my self first. I can love now, satisfy my thirst. Charlene Metzger, 2003
Air so thick it intoxicates. Filling my mind with dreams. Reminds me of home, That safe place I run to. Reminds me of lost loves, And past lives. Air so thick it intoxicates, Sweep me away, Take me back to the past. Take the bad away, Make me whole again. Make me feel. Air so thick it intoxicates, My spot on the river, On a hot summer�s night. Let me breathe you in, And breathe out the misery. Make the wrongs right. Charlene Metzger, 2003
How far away is Paradise? Is it two thousand miles away? Through the mountains, by the bay? Is it in the next room? Or on a sandy beach? Between here and the moon? Will it ever be in reach? Right beside me in my bed? Underneath a maple leaf? Is it only in my head? Will it bring my heart relief? Charlene Metzger 2003
Free spirit, Flying through the air Soaring high Without a doubt or care. Able to love, As freely as she pleased. Coming and going, When caught, she was released. But then YOU caught her, And wouldn�t let her go. You wanted her for yourself. �She�s mine� they�ll all know. But while you held her, Tight in your grasp, You broke her wings. The spirit collapsed. She cries in the night, In search of her wings. Longing to soar, With the birds in the spring. She hopes to be healed, Prays her wings will mend. She dreams of her freedom. Freedom to fly again. Charlene Metzger 2003
What did I do, Before you came along? I can�t quite remember, It seems so long. Did I just drift here aimlessly? Waiting for you to rescue me? How did I pass the hours, the days? Everything before you is such a haze. When you�re not here I feel lost, empty. Each time we part you take a piece of me. Why do you affect me like this? Went my whole life without your touch, your kiss. Now that I�ve had it, I want it again. But your love for me seems more like a �friend�. Friend or Foe, I lie here awake. Longing for the passionate love we make. Charlene Metzger 2003
The Hunted When I was lost, I found you. Were you looking for someone like me? Were you wandering through the forest, Trying to fulfill your needs? Could you see that I was searching, For the passion our hearts crave? Were you the mighty hunter? Or perhaps you were the prey? We danced around each other, At risk for injury, Then we pounced at the glimpse, Of an end to our misery. But a glimpse is all it is, Because we know it will never be. So for now we�ll play the game, Of the hunter and his keep. Charlene Metzger 2003
When we met, I had fallen, Like an angel from the sky. You lifted me away from my fears, And held me up so high. I needed you, and you were there. I was so angry and scared, Frightened and confused. I kept crying and crying, Thought my last tear was used. I needed you, and you were there. You showed me love, You made me whole. You touched my heart, You warmed my soul. I needed you, and you were there. I let you in My heart of stone. I gave you my all. My heart was your own. I needed you and you were there. But something changed, In your heart or mine. You left one night, I was aware of your crime. I needed you, and you were *there*. Charlene Metzger 2003
Will you be there when I go crazy, When I lose my sanity? Will you be there, when my mind is gone, When there's nothing left of me? Will you be there when the world stops to stare, When I'm condemned for what I see? Will you be there, when I'm all alone, When no one believes me? Will you be there, when my days are dim, When an empty shell is all there'll be? Will you be there, when the voices start, When they take control of me? Charlene Metzger, 2003