BOBBY Z - POEMS

BOBBY Z is an avid writer and Blogger, also has video’s, audio’s a podcast and has Authored the Book Tales Of The Junkyard Dog. A rather abrupt and unusual Collection of Poems providing insightful and comical commentary on life, the Convergence of the past and the present, and the trails and tribulations of
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 Master of Sorrow

    Where have you been,
     oh Master of Sorrow,
     searching for victims,
     ruining tomorrows.

    Patiently stalking,
    unsuspecting prey,
    most surrender meekly,
    a few getaway.

    Master Oh Master,
    i know what you seek,
    complete domination,
    of minds that are weak.

    Annihilating their thoughts,
    depriving them of giving,
    your the scourge of the earth,
    responsible for those who want to stop living.

   To all the false prophets,
   be definitely afraid,
   he'll haunt you forever,
   until your dues are paid.

  The only immunity,
  from Oh Master Of Sorrow,
  is to Excel today,
  and Achieve more tomorrow.
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​TOO LITTLE TIME

​        Too little time, too rejoice or regret,
                                never enough time, too forgive and forget.
 
                                     Too little time, to drink from the well,
                            never enough time, to release you from the spell.
 
                                     Too little time, to look thru the ashes,
                  never enough time, to view life through rose covered glasses.
 
                                     Too little time, to stop and stand still,
                                   never enough time, to walk up that hill.
 
                                    Too little time, to cherish the thought,
                      never enough time, to remember what we were taught.
 
                                    Too little time, to seek glory and fame,
                                  never enough time, to accept the blame.
 
                                    Too little time, too soothe all the pain.
                               Never enough time, to come in from the rain.
 
                                 Too little time, to make amends tomorrow
                                never enough time, to relieve all the sorrow.
 
                                       Too little time, to review the past,
                      never enough time to repent,or time to smell the roses,
                                   time to take your head out of your ASS.