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ever noticed when it seem's almost impossible that it'll work out it does, the key is to always keep that belief or even a little bit of belief that it'll work out for the good, an with that mindset it usually works out, however it's not usually on your timeframe. . . an thats the hard part to understand, so puttin negative thoughts out'll bring negative results back, so always keep that reasonable belief :) an dig in an ride it out. . . .~

Melt your life in a rain

No memories remain


Evaporate it in a cloud

No doubts are allowed


Put it gently in a mist

Watch that nothing ever missed.


Now all your life is new.

Wake it up!

You are a Dew.

A reason, a season or a lifetime an why'd that person come to you! I learned the reason's, I've lived the season's! It's now up to me to be ready to find the lifetime!

I looked at the sun.
It was the same white.
And suddenly I imagined the whole Universe with the white sun in the middle and a little orange Good that was jumping from one planet to another.
And the whole Universe was its home.

It has been many years since the Good left me, but I'm still waiting for it.
Maybe it will come back...
Not forever...
I know it can't live in our world...
But just for a while, to see each other.
And I look at the white sun, and I hear its whispering: “Wait, wait... wait...”
And I ask for how long should I wait, but it just repeats: “Wait, wait... wait...”
And something ugly hides from me the white sun...
It's hanging and laughing in the clouds.
And I'm pretty sure that the Good will come back.
It won't forget me.
But what if it can't find my house or my city?
When I think of it I feel so cold and scared.
It might be that a little orange Good is walking now somewhere on this planet.
So, if you meet it, please say that I'm missing my little friend.
Perhaps, it doesn't know what it is “to miss”, but it doesn't matter.
It will ask you: “What is missing?”, and maybe the white sun will smile and become yellow again.

Kiev,
2003

of soft heart an tender spirit sky blue mind endear it. . . . leaves let go an gentle sweep to their ground, tall grass rustle's only sound. . . . eight o'clock lake's flat'nd glasss while a host circled ripples as fish eat n play. . . . crickets n frogs instrumentally wake the nigh with magical banter seranade. . . . a distant howl an hoot to the moon lit end of twilight, when same shadows come out from ending sun to moonlight.......as what's there in the day's there in the night~

When you feel lonely..I'll be your friend..
When you feel down..I'll be your strenth..
When things get complicated for you...
I'll be your faith...
When things look empty for you..
I'll be your hope...
I'll always be there for you..
when the time of trouble...
I'll always be there for you..
when the time of need...
count on me...I'll give you smile, a hug and stand by you...
Until you feel Better...!!
I'll be just for you..Everything you Are..!!

As I sit here one, One Stormy Night
THUNDER, IS CRASHING, Flickering my Lights
Sitting here, on the Internet
Writing a Lady, That Drives me Crazzzy

Musta been that, Magnetic Attraction
She kept me here, and tails still Waggin
been like I was, in a Trance
The way Loved Moved, in Advance

The depth of "My Perception"
and the Gifts of "My Direction"
my abilities will "Astound You"
as my Strengths "Surround You"

what took me by Surprise
is what we, dont realise
unless you Make a Chance to meet
why be here just, to face Defeat

Many Months glued to a chair
Living on the Internet, "Truth Or Dare"
one day I feel, I will find MY LOVE
Sent as a Gift, from High Above

until that day, that Special Year
I may complain, but no Doubt or Fear
sometimes Love, takes much longer
Instead of now, But when She Appears

She is a Beauty, I do Declare
of Gods Creation, That makes me Care
Will She take the time, to Realise?
A Life of Truth, Dont End in Lies

So To the point, That two must Meet
or Quickly Run, and Face Defeat
Two Must Confirm , that Love is there
or walk away Sadly, In Despair

Then why be here? Thats Just not Fair!

Hotrodlarrys

A full moon drifts across the clear night sky,
lighting a silvery path out to sea,
I sit and think, then realise, oh my!
could that silvery path really be meant for me?
In the distance a dog barks on the beach,
then, to myself, I laugh,
for no matter how I stretch, the stars always seem just out of reach,
once again I close my eyes, walk slowly along my path.
I sit down, light a cigarette,
think a little more,
I'm not beaten yet,
after all I'm not sinking, yet I'm far from shore.
I don't need to stretch my body,
just my mind,
for the first is unlikely for anybody,
but, in my imagination, nothing is impossible, I'll find.

I would love to put my thoughts on paper in such a way
So that people would eventually say
What a beautiful poetry!
But I can't, unfortunately

I think the reason why people write
Is because they can and because of love
That is why
They need it as the air
In their life

I could land upon your shore
pull my dingy up, cast on, and moor
no man is an island
upon you, life of the sea

Your gritty bottom grinds
me slowly down, as I drag
my rope taut, myself landed
to your paradise sandy shores

I'm an old man fishing
trying to catch the big one, alone
Hemingway's nowhere to be found
just you, me, and the sea

You rise above my horizon
alone I point myself to you
to find my own redemption
your abundant island renewed

Cast off my fears of failure
upon your rocks shard sharp
I hope to live a life of peace
your custodian in your care

No man is an island
not meant to live alone
the bosom of your earth
can save this heart I own

© agoodguy2have 2010-07-25