Hi,

My name is JT Thompson.   I have been
writing for over 13 years. My works include but are not limited to lyric, Songs, Short Stories, and some Advertisement Slogans. All works are originals written exclusively by me.

My poetry covers many subjects, from war to the homeless and everything in between.

I originally started out writing poems for special people in my life that I encountered while in the US Air Force. As a tribute to them, I would construct a poem that reflected a few of the different special things that had happened during their tour and would present the poem to them at going away parties. My works can be found throughout the Air Force amongst many different people. Over this 13 year span I have written many poems, all dear to my heart, that have never been published. In the near future I intend to publish a book of my Poems that will be dedicated to my Wife and three children. As a result of my writing, many of my family and friends have finally convinced me to sell some of my poems to those that enjoy poetry. I hope that you will enjoy my poetry as much as others have.

THE EDGE

The edge of our lives is a razor blade,
sometimes we're cut, sometimes we're saved.
Our souls bleed from time to time,
but they heal, and again we start to climb.

Step too close and your feelings get shaved,
stay away too long, you become unsure and crazed.
Looking over thedge is a danger we take,
we push it to the limit, and our spirit we break.

A fine line between right and wrong,
sometimes we're weak, sometimes we're stong.
The edge we walk on is like egg shells,
we don't want to break them, but what the hell.

Riding the edge carries its own hurt,
and if you ride it too long, then nothing will work.
Cutting ourselves and the ones that we love,
not caring about the ultimate outcome.

So approach the edge cautious and slow,
there are hidden obstacles that are still unknown.
Don't be afraid to take the chance,
but don't linger too long, just take a quick glance.


JT/90    Copyright 1990.




OLD MAN

The old man sits down and tells his story,
in his breath you can feel his passion and glory.
He speaks of days and times that have past,
but they are vivid pictures that will forever last.

You watch as his eyes flare and burn,
Listen my friend, there's a valuable lesson
to be learned.

This old man is 100 years young,
and his eyes have seen a world full of
disappointment and dung.

But he has also witnessed the good of our time,
folks finally seeing the truth, no longer blind.
Blind to injustice, greed and hate,
they're speaking their minds,
with no time to wait.

His hands are all wrinkled, and his face is tired,
most of his friends have long since expired.

He approaches each day as it was the first,
gathers up memories, this quenches his thrist.
Sits down to speak to some very young folk,
they make him smile, then he tells a joke.

I sat down and listened to the old man that day,
he enlightened my mind with what he had to say.
I now see things in a different light,
he helped me to understand wrong from right.

GOD BLESS & KEEP YOU YOUNG, "OLD MAN".


JT/90   Copyright 1990

Email:   poetjt@iwon.com

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