ThunderWarrior's blog: "My Poetry"

Never Felt This Way I can say I never in my life seen a man ever go to pieces behind love. Until now he told me that a heart and soul without love is a empty shell; he told me as tears from his eyes rolled down is face that he was that empty shell,how he couln't make it without love in his life because it's empty without it. Copyright: Charles L.Nelson

Goodbye To My Rose He stands on the bank of a river with a rose in hand of the one he loved.Tears streams down his eyes as he reflects on the love that he had lost;she had showed him the true meaning of what love was and and how to open his heart to it, as the tears stream down his eyes as the rose falls from his hand he says goodbye to his rose. Poem By: Charles LaMark Nelson

Oh How I Miss Her Never did I think I would ever miss a women such like her. She was the sweetest thing to have ever blessed my life; oh how it hurts my heart now that her love is gone cause I feel so lonely,oh how I miss her so cause she showed me what the true meaning of what love is. Poem By: Charles LaMark Neson

My Floating Rose When the day he stood at that river edge with tears in his eyes. Holding a rose in memory of her and having to say goodbye; never had his heart ever felt this way about a women until her,as the rose fell from his hand he said float on my floating rose. Poem By: Charles LaMark Nelson

subject: 2 Lose Someone You Truely Love date: 2007-08-30 23:02:43 All I can say is I really know what my Granddaddy meant about losing love. No the women I truely lovely didn't pass she left cause I wasn't the man I should have been; I will admit this Grandaddy love does hurt alot when you lose that women that really turns your world so my advice to guys, love that women and don't play her for a fool trust me you'll be losing the best thing that ever happen to you when you find yourself sitting alone in the dark crying. DarkThunder AKA ThunderWarrior P.S. This is about real love it aint about bein pussy whip. The old timers did love the right way I feel growin up

Destruction Of A Good Man Never did anyone imagine this man once ever having a good life. Now his life is lived in Jails,Prisons and back alley ways; he runs with other Alcoholics and Addicts just like himself chasing the Demon of addiction,never could anyone see the destruction of a once good man as he takes his very last breathe. Poem By: Charles LaMark Nelson

Every Fathers Day I Cry I see every Fathers Day kids and moms celebrating a special day for Dad. They give him Fathers Day cards and other things to let him know how appreicated he is; I see the smiles of these Dad's and the joy it bring every year,as for me every Fathers Day I cry cause my kids aren't here to share it with me. Poem By: Charles LaMark Nelson Dedicated To: My Deceased Kids

If I Was Gone Tomorrow If I was to leave tomorrow to never return would you miss me. Would your heart be hurt and tears in your eyes cause you didn't get to say or do things with me;if I were to leave tomorrow could you move on with life without me being here to wipe away your tears,if I was to leave tomorrow and not return I love you and will see you again on the other side. Poem By: Charles LaMark Nelson ( ThunderWarrior)

Your Memories Live On When God called you home that very last day of your life. Never did us kids think that we were losing our best friend as well as our mother; you blessed us kids with so much being our mom and friend now we feel lost.Mama even though you're gone from our lives,us kids will want you to know that your memory lives on. Poem By: Charles LaMark Nelson Ded To: Mable Nelson,Peggy Stach, Leanna Peavy,Wilmae White ,Barbar Jean Robinson Copyright ©2007 Charles LaMark Nelson

Had To Come Out And Tell It Again The first time I came out Lord to tell it like it really is.Now their really not going to like me this second time around Lord;I've gone to your house of worship the place of learning you and your Father word, only to see people acting holier then thou when they our not holier then thou.They drive up to your house in expensive cars and turned your house into a fashion show;oh I can't forget the Minster who calls himself laying hands and up in other beds beside his own. I know Lord people our not going to like me for saying it but it had to be told;cause you said to come as you our and that not what I see so I had to do it again. Poem By: Charles LaMark Nelson Copyright ©2007 Charles LaMark Nelson