Dreams of the junk collector
"Dreams of the junk collector" is a sequel to "The junk collector`s bedtime story." It describes in more detail about a favorite American pastime.During the heavy rains of 2011,the areas surrounding Chicago experienced severe flooded streets and basements.The next day,people were throwing stuff out and transformed the town where I live into a picker`s paradise.That was in July,during my vacation! When I returned to work,my colleagues asked me where I went on vacation. I replied with "Nowhere,really." All I had to do was just drive around town and fill up the van with whatever good stuff I could find.I could not fill it up fast enough. Now,that`s my idea of a good time!
Cloudy With a Chance Of...
Too hot to go outside, so I wrote this poem instead. Life brings both sunshine and rain, might as well enjoy them both as best we can.
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.
BROKEN-HEART....
kindness and care will give you more care and share...
wait for a while
this lyric is a song of russian singer -vitas-
Gentle stranger
There is a man, in a box
Durango
Beautiful spot!
WHY YOU ARE ALONE ?
we forget what we have done before in life....
UNDERSTANDING...
HOW CAN SHE UNDERSTAND ME...IF I SAY LIKE THIS..?
Pony tale
2018 written
I have tried
Just wish I could be like the guys that seem to have women drooling all over them no matter how badly they treat them. I look at my upbringing and wonder why I wasn't taught to be a bad boy type. They get the girls and no matter what women tell you nice guys not only finish last... They aren't even allowed in the race.
Two heart-beats, that never stops…
it is about two girl friends and their relatonship, after reading my new poem A PHONE CALL, they met again......
When two valentines are apart
I wrote this many,many moons ago.
Early fall
One of the first songs I ever wrote
South Carolina
South Carolina is where my heart is it's where I grew up it's where I raise my kids South Carolina Can't think of a place that I would rather be it's where I was born it's always been home to me South Carolina Sometimes I need a ch
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
I can do bad without you
One cruelest song I ever written but at that time that's how it was 6 or 7 years I guess
Ten years wasted
Who we're you back then I'll never know no good in the beginning no good in the end ten years wasted, ten years gone When my mom was dying you where on your back how can any one in this world ever be so damn slack ten years wasted, ten
I breath for you
I wrote this like 20 years ago
Hold me Hold me baby
All the stars in the sky aren't as pretty As the ones in your eyes All the stars in the sky aren't as pretty As the ones in your eyes And the way you make me feel Like I found heaven on this earth The oceans mighty pretty But just doesn't
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
I don't wanna get serious
I don't wanna get serious if I did you'd be the one I just wanna go out and have some fun I've been hurt more than once I couldn't stand it again I just want to go out and have some fun I don't wanna talk about love I don't wanna tal
No I haven’t
Have I ever held you oh so tight until you thought we where one no I haven’t ,no I haven’t Have I ever kiss you, oh so long until you thought eternity was near no I haven’t ,no I haven’t You must have some special love when I haven’t lov
You won't even cross my mind
A song I wrote a while back, here is link, you can hear it Thanks http://www.facebook.com/pages/Marcus-Goodman/96514953310
My old friends
Wrote this years ago about my youth growing up
On Lonliness
Was feelin' a little lonely, so I wrote it away. :D
What if
Many possibilities, same question stem: what if. Believe it or not, it's a love poem. Not much of one, but it was written in that mindset.
My lil' green Christmas truck
Ok..So I'm up early this morning..lol
A Time for Letting Go
They say they're more addictive than heroin. Got to kick 'em anyway...
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.
Which came first, the chicken or the egg?
Maybe this is the answer to that age old question.
" Desparate Love " by Jonroan
I wrote this when an old girlfriend put me out on a snowy night in Arkansas. I showed it to her the next day, after I had thawed out, and she put me out again. I called her a B****, to which she responded, ' Thank you ', just as sweet and sincere as can be. She really was one, by the way.
If Something Happened to Me
If something did happen to me, I would be curious to know how everyone who knew me would react. I wasn't liked that much, and it would just make me wonder if anyone would mourn the loss of my life.
Kathy
We were lovers for about six months and I have many fond memories...
WiFi
Imagine if you could transport a band from 1967 SF to the present day...what would they make of this internet age?..well, here's a fair go at what kind of song lyric they might write...
Heartbreak
Instantly feelings
Trapped again
Desperate Desire
My chemical romance
These are the lyrics to the song The End by My chemical Romance, this song was a favourite and medicine to those lonely days. I owe thanks to these guys for inspiring me to write poetry. Thanks.
LIFE-HATER
PEOPLE JUST NEED TO STOP HATEIN ON EACH OTHER AND COME TOGETHERAND INJOY LIFE AND STOP ALL THIS KILLING....PEACE BE WITH US ALL
Santa Baby (slightly.. different version)
It was a just for the silliness of insanity competition a friend had set up. We were to rewrite Christmas songs in a vampiric kind of way, and well.. I ended recording my version with a tiny mp3 player (I had nicked from daughter :P) and using an instrumental wav file of the original song (to which I obviously do NOT claim any rights). I ended winning the competition as I threatened to record more rewritten Xmas songs -chuckles and shoves halo back in place-
'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
DAFFODILS
This is one of the most famous of Lyric Poetry ever written...