About the author

Raymond Nichols is an author, artist, family historian, and blogger previously published in THE AMERICAN POETRY ANTHOLOGY, BEST NEW POETS OF 1986, HEARTS ON FIRE(A TREASURY OF POEMS ON LOVE), and THE COLORS OF LIFE.

r. e. nichols

r. e. nichols
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ReverbNation

Friday, January 10, 2014

Forever

your love is to me 
all that a love should be 
and i will love you forever 
we're a family 
u and 3 kids 
and me 
and family we will be forever 
time will swiftly pass 
your love for me may not last but i'll be loving u 
forever 
and youll be a part of me 
forever 

A home without love

a home without love is just a house. 
a wife without love is just a spouse. 
a life without love is just a waste. 
a heart without love is empty space. 

dont waste your time

dont waste your time on someone who dont love you. 
dont waste your life on someone who dont care. 
dont waste your hopes on dreams that cant come true. 
dont waste your faith on things that arent there. 

money cant

money cant buy u happiness. 
money cant buy u love. 
money is the root of all evil, a message from above. 
money wont fill the emptiness. 
money wont fill the void. 
money wont buy u friends. just people who'll annoy. 

starting over

thought that we were starting over, but we're over. 
thought that we were getting somewhere, but we're nowhere. 
thought that i could be somebody, but i'm no one. 
thought that we were doing it, but we're done! 

Sounds of Torment

there'll be gnashing there of teeth... 
people sobbing in their grief... 
liars in the lake are burning... 
and the back-sliders are yearning... 
for the days before they turned away... 
and sealed their fates... 
these are the sounds of torment... 
and the people bowed and prayed... 
dear god save us from this fate... 
but they found it was too late... 
and they could not reach the gate... 
and the people saw their loved ones 
rejoicing around the throne... 
and, in pain, they groaned... 
these are the sounds of torment... 


1993 

Once

once i was hunted by nazis 
altho i'd done nothing wrong 
once i was hunted by romans 
and forced to kill to live on 
once i was hunted by christians 
they threw me in the river 
cause someone said i was a witch 
unfortunately, they were wrong 
once i was hunted by americans 
they thought they could own me, 
like i was a song 
these days i'm not so often hunted; 
just hated and discouraged from being me 
once i was hunted 
not now 
but tomorrow who knows what may be?