"Thinking About My Love
writing to the girl of my dreams
My Beautiful flower
just being real writing to the girl of my dreams lol.
one hand wavin' free
Some of Bob Dylan's best lyrics, From "Mr. Tambourine Man"
Untitled
Got this never ending feeling Following me down every road i take Burning sun on my back Coming out in a cold sweat It leaves a bitter sweet taste on my tongue Got my finger wrapped around the trigger of a loaded gun Wrap me up in cotton wo
I love you more..
Sometimes it's hard for me to say to you.. All of the things that I want to And it's not that I don't care.. Because you know I do.. Sometimes, I hold back maybe out of fear. But then I guess .. sometimes, Maybe we all do. And I w
"Porque Eu Sei Que É Amor"
Porque eu sei que é amor Eu não peço nada em troca Porque eu sei que é amor Eu não peço nenhuma prova Mesmo que você não esteja aqui O amor está aqui Agora Mesmo que você tenha que partir O amor não há de ir Embora Eu sei que é pra semp
Pres. Obama’s Shout-Out to the Critics
I wrote this poem early part of this month as a blog posted on my website. It's a common sense/lash out at the president's most harshest critics and haters. These people seem to criticize everything that he does. As an independent, but more over to the base of the conservative side of the political spectrum, I agree/disagree on certain things that the president have done but I'm willing to give him time and show him respect like I did with former president Bush. Bashing just to be bashing and engaging in double standards towards him and not with other past presidents is not constructive criticism. What these people need to understand that this type of behavior is Only making themselves look seriously misinformed and ignorant, not the president!
Directions of My Abyss
I took just one second to stand back and reflect To challenge my own sanity and emotional intellect With just one whisper, a promise forever true Through the Storms and Wars I've Fought, I still only fight for you A thousand miles in either d
Dark Night
It's a dark night, so silent. With a dark plan, so violent. Moving through the shadows without a sound. There's a man creeping forward now who will never be found. With eyes set on death and gold he moves towards your bed, By dawn you will be fo
Who You Are ?
That age old question, that we all have asked. Does anyone really know, who we truly are ? Often not even, our own selves, or the ones that we often thought truly did !
NEVER SAY I LOVE U
hmmm. what yah think folks
Winter Come
A poem describing the coming of winter.
Blue Waters
A poem about an evening of trying to write a love poem to someone who's love is no longer.
...lonly beach...
...most hated thing lonliness...
PAGAL LARKA
WHEN YOU GOT THE MEANNING OF THIS POEM YOU WILL WIN A GIFT FROM ME SO DONT FORGET TO TELL ME...........!!! THAT YOU KNOW THE MEANNING OF THIS POEM
wanting
to wake up and notice that your not there and wonder why lifes just not fair with every second passing no you in sight to need you close by me tonight my eyes look around to catch a glance of you to sit alone in this room what am i to do to know your
Sometimes Impatience, Is A Far Greater Virtue !
I decided to make impatience into a true-blue virtue, for it can come in really handy when, we aren't getting the desired results from patience, n it has gotten a bad rap for centuries. Who got to decide that anyway ? It is now one of my own special personal mottos ! aware3
THAT MOST MAGNIFICENT TAPESTRY
My own perception of Divine Oneness, that I believe we all share. A oneness that does not see race, age, country, creed, or any of the self-imposed barriers, that we put between ourselves and others. And then we ask, "Why is there so much loneliness and suffering on this beautiful planet, that we inhabit"? We must somehow, find our way back to that sameness, and return to our true origin. To see beyond the exterior, which is only temporary-to the infinite Spirit, that created and connected all to it and to each other. As a Spiritual Advisor/Catalyst, it is part of a collection. I hope to soon complete them to share...
JUST AS PERFECT, AS PERFECT CAN BE
I wrote this poem, as a self-reminder of the importantance to value first n foremost the opinion we hold of ourselves, for it matters most ! I dedicate this poem to my very beautiful daughter Janadelina, n all the other beautiful strong women in my life, my mother, my grandmother, my sisters, nieces. I am so blessed ! aware3
You Used To Make Me Feel Beautiful
This is my first poem in English. It's actually lyric for a song. I wrote it today.
The date
Trying to find dates, and friends!
UNDERSTANDING...
HOW CAN SHE UNDERSTAND ME...IF I SAY LIKE THIS..?
Moonglow Beach
This is a lyric I wrote and turned into a song, If you'd like a link to the song just msg me,
YOUR KISS
YOU CAN FEEL REAL LOVE FROM KISS KISS OF LOVE, KISS OF FAKE KISS OF SPLIT KISS OF WILDDERNESS KISS OF SATISFACTION KISS OF LONELYNESS BUT KISS IS WONDERFUL FEELING FO
I SEE LOVE I SEE LONELINESS
I SEE LOVE, I SEE FEELING, BUT I CRY, AM I ALONE IN THIS WORLD? BUT I KNOW LOVE IS WONDERFUL LOVE IS EVERYTHING FOR HUMAN BEING WE MUST LOVE SOMEONE WHEN THEY ALIVE WHY WE CRY AT NIGHTS? REALLY WHO K
Whispering samd
what can I say I just love to write about all things in life
Can dreams become reality
This poem is about a lost love
money makes pain...
its not good to live only for money...
IN MY EYES
written 04/12/1969, and dedicated to my son, about 2 wks. after his birth ! What a beautiful time in my life !!!
Mended heart
Please..let me in to your tortured heart Where I can repair it from within. I'll mend your heart with threads of gold, So you can love again.
WORDS
Words like our thoughts, carry a strong energy ! I wrote this poem, as a reminder to myself-to always remember... just how powerful words truly are. In particular, those that we speak, to our selves !
WHY ?
I wrote this poem, the day I turned 60, (09-09-2007) out on Johnson's beach, walking barefoot on the sand. I was completely swept away by the awesome power of the beautiful gulf, n found myself just a little jealous of the waiting shore. ! I offer no other explanation.
OH MORNING BREEZE
I wrote this poem, under the blissful spell of a cool breeze, on a beautiful spring day ! Some people call it Spring fever, and I don't know why ? I was feelin' really COOL !
Junta Johnson
This poem is about the JFK assassination.
Rainforest
I used to be a vegetarian. I don't have a clue what type of poem it is. I am just a poet.
a hopefull life
no one can avoid waiting ....if yes..there is no life..
wait for a while
this lyric is a song of russian singer -vitas-
a love like
I wish i could find a girl like this
unforgetable
every time we have to understand others felings too..
You are here...
You are here when I’m wrong. You’re my heart, you’re my mind… When I’m weak, you are strong. You're my eyes when I'm blind. When I fall, when I’m lost, You are here, you’re my way. When I’m hell, you are frost. When I’m coast, you are bay.
Ever Memorable Star !
to michale jackson
IN SACRED SILENCE
I wrote this poem, following a period of quiet inner reflection!September 2004.