Window
When I look at the window stray clouds are starting to argue. The heavy rain is crying with tears washing the windows of my memories. When I look at the window fuzzy faces from the past are rolling in my head I can't forget them. When I look
Inauguration/Glide
it is what it is
Election Day
Tomorrow is election day around here and I'm so tired of the campaign ads I could just scream!
Everyone chooses for itself
Everyone chooses for itself Woman, religion, road; To serve a devil or the prophet, Everyone chooses for itself Everyone chooses on itself The word for love and for a prayer. Sword for duel, a sword for fight Everyone chooses on itself
Everything is so conditional
Everything in this world is so conditional: Moment of wanderings and offenses. I will tell you laconically. That in life there is on all a limit: Friends, enemies, treason, jealousy, I loved not enough, I caressed not enough And value has all
Three Fish
Okay, so it was way more than three casts, and well past dawn before I got my limit... I caught two on the first two casts and got overly optimistic. It took hours to get that ever-elusive third fish. All fisherman are not necessarily liars, we just don't let the truth get in the way of a good fish story - or poem...
The Jester
Some people are so-o-o-o-o funny!
Psychology
Got tired of being busted by what was interpreted rather than what I said. That's one reason why today I am freeatlast.
andromdeda
I wrote this for a dream girl i have never met to hear the song youtube (kerry hodge andromeda
Dawn
It's a description about the beauty of dawn
No Pockets in My Garments
After the death of a friend who was also a song writer and singer, this set of lyrics popped into my head, along with a tune, while I was thinking of my departed friend "Mr. James". I felt like he was singing it to me.
So Few are They Whose Legion is Peace
So few are they whose legion is peace. Did Columbus chase stillness beyond tumultuous seas? Sails and oars were manned by dissidents, genocide is patent. Prayers and spreads with huge birds were answered with reservations, provisions like
dance
just dance .
IN All
in all of my search my heart has lingered through the dark times and thoughts has ran through my mind like blood through my veins , my days are longer and my heart pounds even faster , my choice is to stick by the little faith of surviving , a world
Within this Flower
Within this flower of a rose A single drop of dew Cascades its fount, and now are tears Cried for the man she knew. Dainty lashes - wet with tears Emotion over flows Her heaving bosom ; - dare no one say That moss about her grows. Too soo
FAITH POWER
The strange tie of bond Love can command a storm Things can be moved & changed The brain works behind the chain
Tears
Don't shed your tears for the one who doesn't deserve it because the one who deserves it won't make you cry.
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.
River
Show me a sign of troubles in your heart. Spare me your lies and tell me that you're mine. Made me a slave to the secrets of your silence. But you told me to stay. And you told me you're mine. And our bodies float on the river to the oceans of demise
Dusk
The poem is an imagistic description of dusk.
The woman is similar to wine
Yes, the woman is similar to wine, And where wine, is important for the man there To know sense of proportion. Don't look for the reason Not it is guilty of wine if I am drunk-. Yes, in the woman as in the book, the wisdom is. The sense is
Faith In Others
The grave of our youth is up ahead. And life has become a burden. We move in circles of suppressed despair. Waiting for the sun. And turning stones to find evidence. But it hides in the recesses of our hearts. A written decree of our loss. And we car
Soul To Soul
Spontaneous composition...
Chemistry
just a thought of the moment
Survival
Fights man with each other for a handful of rice; strangles others' throat which is never nice. Adopts man many a manner to see him happy and wealthy; makes the life of others a hell and creates an atmosphere not healthy. Suckles other's
first song
i tried to write a song, now i need someone to sing it
left behind,I don't think so
even know there long gone,and out of your life....these thoughts i write,i know still exsist in your mind,its human nature.
NEVER SAY I LOVE U
hmmm. what yah think folks
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.
FOLLOW YOUR HEART
we have got to come up with songs that make you feel good. theres too much hate in the world. i want to change that and make everyone feel good about themselves
IF I WAS A TREE
All too often I have a moment of clarity concerning the truth that things aren't always what they seem.
I will keep watching
I will keep watching...! as you said like a lonely man who is watching the night sky while awaiting for the rising of my star I will keep watching...! while believing the star which I'm awaiting for will rise for sure I will keep watching.
Breakout
A parody song of Breakout by Swing Out Sister about the corovirus. We have ten people at work who have been infected in the last two weeks.
Dusk
It's a picturesque description of dusk
An Angels Shame
Angel has been burned. Falling with smoking wings. Earthbound she is spurned. On and on till it stings. Heaven forgets her face. As she crashes into ground. With outstretched arms knowing, She'll never be found. And yet, No one cries for
In My Eyes
In my eyes the world is against me And by everyone I'm despised. It hurts to be alone But in my eyes I'm better off on my own. Don't trust man cause God owns my life Put it in the hands of man and he'll kill you with a knife So look through
from the Bible 1 Cor 13, 4-7
It´s the best descriptio of love ever heard.
Happy Birthday to one who left me
Take me back to first day you said you love me To that wonderful feeling you given to me then Even now you cheated and betrayed that love You still my heart everyday with an aching pain You always knew and how I loved you forever I saw your ey
Missing You
I wrote this poem when my wife told me she doesn't love me anymore and left me.
lonely nights
stuggles of being lonely and struggles of having companionship.......
To Autumn
Come on fall!