Hunger
From a conversation...
Cycle's End
And I kept that vow. The cycle is broken!
Lost For Words
I write many lyrics. I struggle to write about love though. Always seems it should be easy when I read someone else's words, but finding my own never is.
Dear God
Dear God up Above Shelter Those in need of your protection and love. Help them find a safe place to stay And erase all their pain away Comfort those who are alone And those who are far away from home. Give them hope and piece of mind That
Expose Your Heart
Its about how some guys like to hide their pain in front of their friends and girls. But i just want to know why some guys are so proud to the point where they think tears are for weak people. Im saying why hide something so beautiful and true?
Dawn
It's a description about the beauty of dawn
Collision!
Anticipating the meeting of two worlds...
Mornings
I use to love to wake up in the mornings with you by my side it was a wonderful feeling till I found out it was a lie at first I was devastated ,I turned to the whiskey and pills but that finally convinced me that your love was never real The d
FAITH POWER
The strange tie of bond Love can command a storm Things can be moved & changed The brain works behind the chain
Moon
It's a romantic description of the moon.
I DREAM OF YOU
I dream of you Do dreams come true I hope so Cos I dream of you Behind closed eyes Asleep at night I kiss you Behind my closed eyes When morning comes and starts a brand-new day It fills me more than words really say The love that grows
Kill
I wrote this one 3-7-2022. There are many ways to describe this song from my travels to today's stance in Europe, but I'll step back and let you contemplate the meaning!
Unhear You
I can't unhear the words you say to me You can't take those words back What is said, is said and words do hurt You can say sorry, sorry can only go so far I can't unhear the words you've said, You've said them so many times I am not perfect and
bird strike
Into the sky the metal eagle soars The roar of the four turbines lifting its wings Higher higher it lifts Its wheels detract Sliding into its belly Flying up up to its destination it turns To it final direction inside its fragile
Friends and Lovers
And we are still friends.
Love's Beginning
Written a while back...
Magic!
Life is for living!
Him or Me?
She'll know...
Clouds
It's a description about clouds
WTF (Just Because)
I wrote this one 2-15- 2022. This is a comedy song.
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.
Beloved
It's a poem written for a lover.
Warm between the sheets
Pull your blouse over your head let if fall to the floor lay beside me on the bed lets not pretend anymore there’s a single silhouette I know its you and me love has found us warm between the sheets Warm between the sheets warm between t
My Beautiful flower
just being real writing to the girl of my dreams lol.
"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
You
The lyrics of a song... All my time has gone All my hope has gone All my life I wondered who would come... (Chorus - between each verse and alt at and) You are my 'one' You are the sun You are the light that makes me see You stepped in
FAITH POWER
The strange tie of bond Love can command a storm Things can be moved & changed The brain works behind the chain
LOVE WINS ALL THE FIGHT
After a storm there is always good weather, so also in love, after a fight the love wins
Loss
I wrote this poem at a time when a dear friend had lost his wife in a tragic accident. I saw how much he grieved for her and it broke my heart. I chose to write This poem in a feeble effort to express, in some small way, my condolences And an empathic understanding of what he might be going through.
All new the world
The poem is just a little try of one dream for love,how it must be love can to me.............
I will stay same
This poem is written for the one,who can make me smile,when ever she like to have from me.
'til The Philosophy
For days we mount white stallion, going westward, far from the black stone path The beast pants, but carry on with fire in its eyes New shoots down-trodden in the channel I taste the straps on forerunners deep beyond their dermis, way
Intimacy
Can it be?
Red Robin
Red Robin is a good resturant, just got unlucky with the donuts, and the Packers later that night.
Moon
It's a description about the moon
From a Conversation With a Stranger On a Plane
Told to me by my love who'll be spending the weekend with me next week.
Indifference
Nearly all of the poems I have written are the product of inspiration. Most often from someone I loved or love's demise. Usually conceived in the dim light of depression on a napkin. This one's origin is obvious and is one of my first of my first love. I am however not a purveyor of unhappiness and have a few that are descriptive in nature, whimsical at a time, and compassionate at another.
NO MORE FREEBIRD (Listen to Freebird as you sing along)
There was a discussion on a band page about how entertainers are tired of being asked to sing Freebird while they are setting up. So I wrote... "Freebird is very popular and it brings back a lot of good memories for some people. I suggest that bands modify the song to make it fun for you. The most popular part is the outro ending. So if your band has a sax or 2 play it with the sax. If you have a very ambitious drummer, play it with the drums. Play just the last verse and ending. Be creative and change the words." After posting that to the website, my friend dared me to rewrite Freebird to express the sentiment. So, I did.
The People are Strange
people around, humans lives.. words that come from my mind
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
SECRET ENTRANCE
Rose pedals on the bed, candle light, pillow shred, curtain caressed by wind, burning essence, dark skin, in the castle, unveil by pen, milk bath, lemon scent, moonlight, marble floor, clothes has left, bare through door.
The Bubble and I
"Welcome, you Bubble," asked I, "Please tell me one thing. For a moment you come But what us to bring?" Said the Bubble, "I'm for a moment, True, and must vanish soon; But hark you , my man! For me this life is a boon. Life has its own ch