POLITICALLY CORRECT CHRISTMAS©
i wrote it when I was angry when we were supposed to say, Happy Holiday in stead of Merry Christmas.
POLITICALLY CORRECT CHRISTMAS© Part TWO
I enjoyed the fact I could write such a funny poem
I will stay same
This poem is written for the one,who can make me smile,when ever she like to have from me.
Schönste Gefühl (Most Beautiful Feeling)
Es ist ein seltsames Gefühl habe ich es kommt und geht in mir kein Name davor erscheint wie es in der Nacht versteckt es ist nicht vom Mondlicht beleuchtet die Sonne bei Tag nicht seine Freundin was ist das seltsame Gefühl? Ich glaube nicht, m
Still Free to a Good Home
It's about me of course!!!
I do believe
Just a poem about my go I lost in a wreck
Ich bin ganz zufrieden (I am quite happy)
I wrote the poem to say that what I lack is not as important as my serenity and everything I'm blessed with. So many people complain and are resentful and I am grateful for what I do have and I learned how to give thanks for it. Life can be lonely but even then I look forward to every day and appreciate being happy is all I need most in life.
Give My Regards.. Verse 1
I wrote this many years ago when I was an aspiring emcee.. I now recite it as a spoken word piece. It is dedicated to Brooklyn, after I moved to the Bronx for a while
The Illinois Hillbillies
Parody of the Beverly Hillbillies. I have a friend who is always talking about winning the lottery. In this country it has become a kind of religion. I mostly despise gambling, preying on the dumb and uneducated. It does give people hope and it surpasses all other forms of entertainment in this country combined.
Fiegn'n to love
Love is its essence. The desire to lavish someone with the power of love has a life of its own.. The feelings that follow such desire are expressive, felt in the inner parts of a being with the ability to empower another, forming a bond.
Wanna Hear My Story ?
This Poem Is Just My Imagination
My sweet heart
I don't know my sweet heart yet. Wish to find her someday!!!
dance
just dance .
Beautiful and Rare
I've always had an affection for the islands.....even though I;ve never been...the poems I write are what I perceive as song lyrics....but being void of any musical ability...they are just words.
RESTLESS & LOST
The feeling ..hard to explain I recognise myself only in name the sense of self merely a shell the only feeling - living in hell The light - end of tunnel is barely in sight as sleeplessness reigns yet another night So much to live for but la
Heartbreak
Instantly feelings
Dead Gone
Bad people. So many of them!
The lonely wolf
Compare myself a little lonely and stressed from people fall in love eith objects more in a relationship than their soul mate and start getting disconnected from the spiritual source of love.
The Man Who Never Smiled:..Epilogue
Epilogue, but this time fiction as I'm still alive and kicking. For our international friends "swaggie"short for swagman, a person who walked the roads seeking work carrying his meagre belongings tied to a stick and wrapped in a piece of cloth which also doubled as a blanket. His "swag". Similar in many ways to a tramp.
Moon
It's a description about the moon
Gentle stranger
There is a man, in a box
Don't trust him, sometimes yourself,
Don't trust him, sometimes yourself, When return I have wanted home. The one who has thrown this house once, But again it is knocked under your window. In what love inconceivable sense Love not a lodge old idle time. Whose walls can be bleach
To the women here
Yes, I hope to find the one
Love Is The Hero
Free verses was in my mind
You do not define me!
These are the lyrics to one of my favorite songs. It's important to remember that even in faith we are constantly tested. The devil will never stop trying to get to us. You have to fight to remain good and pure in all that you do, all the time.
neon rain
writing some blues lyrics..
To My Mongol Love I want to make my Husband
I am protesting genocide against the Mongols and desperate to marry a Mongol man
Summertime
Summertime, Ella Fitz.., what great lyrics. Here's the backwoods version.
TWO PETALLED RED ROSE....
Two petalled red rose..! Using your soft lips as a brush While wet it in the red lipstick you applied on The artist called love Has drawn a two petalled red rose o
Eros
It's a description of erotic love.
Dusk
It's a picturesque description of dusk.
SINGLE
SINGLE… Single to hold single to write single to live ,single to type single to eat to sleep to bear to wake up alone with whom to share? Single to breath single to scare single to carry,single to bed And single moment of despair has single e
Ghosts
Getting ready for Halloween with some ghost stories I've heard among my friends and family.
THE SECOND THOUGHT
What is more boring than dying? It’s a terrible waste of time: lying there twiddling my eyebrows or dreaming up words that might rhyme. Why don’t I chant a ‘te deum’ or swear repenting remorse or scream for succour or sanctum or plead for
Candy Cruiser
having fun writing some rap lyrics
Anna loves her Jesus
Another one of my unfinished songs re a born again Christian I knew in college. THE PRAYER: I found myself hiding in my dorm room in Pentagon Dorm. After seven years trying to fix myself since high school and running from people out of fear. I thought OMG I'm never ever going to be better! How can i endure this? Will i be living with social phobia when im 60!! Even at this point no prayer was said yet not until i thought OMG being at college is supposed to be the happiest time of my life. I THEN CRACKED! It was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Spontaneously i sent out a pure heartfelt honest sincere desperate cry for help. I TRIED I CAN'T DO IT BY MYSELF, LORD I NEED HELP. I wish i had journaled what happened in that moment bc i don't remember exactly, which is a bummer, but the next day seemingly out of the blue i decided to thank God for anything positive that might happen during the day even if it was just smile from someone. the cool thing was i actually felt gratitude as positive things began to pile up. I figure on some level i must of turned it over to God. Since He is now running the show or why would i the next day be thanking him for any positive experiences. Why didnt i do it yesterday or a week before. What im saying is something happened out of that prayer either I dont remember or something below my consciousness. This next thing is hard to communicate but I deducted if i did remember what happened in that instance after THE PRAYER i would be propelled back into that sacred holy space.(which is rare for me and out of my control). Just a theory I would be reliving it not just remembering it. Anyway in a month i was completely transformed and having a blast! During this time i felt a strong desire to make up for lost time. And not fall victim to that Mr Grinch part of me that was so afraid of what people might think that kept me not being me and living afraid in a cage called: What will people think! If there was a devil this would be the perfect way to sabotage someone from preventing them from living out their potential! Now though after my transformation which included waking up each morning jumping out of bed cant wait to start the day and go out into the world and be with people. Also l also had a strong need to let people know that they had inherent greatness within them. That they are not seeing their potential. Just like me before the prayer. Interesting tho this thing l was going thru was similar to what l read many years later about what Joseph Campbell talked about re all the hero's journey stories in mythology. After the hero goes thru his trails and is transformed by them he would have the option to go back into the world to help people achieve what he had achieved. l ended up doing outrageous things(a part of me wanted to make up for lost opportunities)BTW it was at this time i started Anna’s Song. Years later looking back I realized it was the happiest time of my life!
Shy guys.
Don't be shy.. Just say hi.. I don't bite. ??
Christmas Shopping in November
Already watching Thanksgiving and Christmas movies. I started off with Charlie Brown's Thanksgving and also watched the best of Saturday Night Live's Best Thanksgiving sketches.
Deep in the Mines ( Dwarven Drinking Song)
Deep in the mines where the ale flows free Our tankards raised, let the revelry be Dwarven drinking songs and cheers all round For we're the finest miners in the underground Our work is rough, but our spirits high For we're the ore extractors
Ashen Dreams
An evil man stands before me, with eyes dark as midnight sky A life of pain and sorrow, soul so lost, it made me cry But there's a glimmer of hope, deep within his ashen dreams A chance at his redemption, or so to me it seems His world cr
Making A Stand
It's not wishful thinking That I offer you my hand. Let the sound of our hearts beating, Provoke love to stand. I hear your love calling, I hear destiny calling too. With my arms wide open, I am here to welcome you. Your kiss is the key That
Daydreams
A look back at youth.