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Though she is gone
She used to tell me when we were alone
That drugs got no vitamin

Though she is a woman
she raised me to be a man
who can stand and fight on my own
That's why when i was a kid
she used to knock my head
warning me not to smoke weed
otherwise my mind might slide

Though i am now old
I still miss her indeed
sometimes i cry when days are wild
it's a different mood
can't express in words

Though i am still mourning
It's reminding me back to my beginning
When my mother in front of me clapping
while i am learning to talk and walking
and that is why right now am smiling.

You made my soul a brighter place
in my heart you secured a space
The passion you've shown I treasure
reciprocation my immense pleasure

You truly are special that's for sure
joy you give has been a cure
You're a woman of the rarest kind
one just a few are lucky to find

Love for you I have never known
resplendence that makes my heart moan
Being without you I just can't see
I hope 'future' has plans for you and me

Today is deemed a more meaningful one
it is only another soon to be done
My desire is your happiness everyday
you're simply the best I must convey

The " I Love You " Rose is Red
in me chivalry lives til I'm dead
True love for you will never stray
"Happy Valentines Day"

For seven years I've longed for your love,
That's deep and blue as the ocean's bliss -
As winged she flies - a lonely dove -
Through the storm's eye in search of your kiss;-
No longer I'll watch the empty cove,
And dying waves that beg for a tryst -
For times tide has washed away
Each lonely year and empty day.

Till what we have now - a ghost of the past-
Though it still proves that we can hold
A sweet memory that will always last
Against these years a love untold.
I give the spring flowers a final blast -
To thaw the ice of my heart so cold;-
But the loneliness grows - a velveteen moss -
To patina the years that we both have lost.

Still my soul's tempest will not subside
An hour with you and I'd feel whole again
Loneliness drowns in the ebb of your tide
When love's quick fire burns in my veins; -
From my heart's longing I never can hide-
Though the years apart have bound us like chains;-
Where once we loved with hearts that were true -
Now loves faded rose cannot bloom anew.


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It was two thousand and one - I had moved
House, and hoping for a brand new start.
It was my first night there - and so it proved
An omen there to win a lady's heart.
In the local pub, loneliness was soothed
With a cold beer and conversation's art;-
As it so happened, I soon found a table
To drink with strangers, and so begins this fable.

The first night in a different suburb and
So soon (it seemed) I'd found some company.
I was a stranger in a stranger land -
(The outer Western Suburbs of Sydney).
I write this introduction - you understand -
To set the scene for what comes next (you see).
At this table were a man and a lady -
He's an Irishman, and she a "Gypsy".

A "Gypsy of the heart" is more accurate
And the old Irishman soon wanted leave;
He had his sorrows to drown by drinking late
(And so he asked - and got - this said reprieve).
Therefore, it seemed, that I now had a date -
(Well fact is harder than fiction to believe).
A few more drinks - well that was requisite -
And what followed later was exquisite.

Her name was Lyn, and she was "rough as guts" *
Though strangely elegant (about forty-nine)
To my thirty-three - and was I nuts
To entertain encounters of this kind?
Well I'm not mad, but maybe "nucking futs" **
(And my first night here promised to be fine).
On her arms were faded old tattoos -
Well, I was young, and how could I refuse?

It seemed the feeling (mutual) now came,
And standing out now on the quiet street
I saw her dress (well-tailored) to her frame
And suddenly was overcome with heat.
Well I could see that she now felt the same
I suggested that we both should now retreat
To my house (which was in a row of shanties) -
All I wanted, then, was to rip off her panties.

Which happened soon - I had a makeshift bed-
It was only just a mattress on the floor
With boxes full of clutter by our heads
(Put there earlier the day before).
Well, naturally enough our clothes we shed,
She reclining on her back lets me explore
Her intimacy and nub of womanhood -
Will I go on further? - well yes I should.

She had a lovely body - a size ten -
Though I'm not all that particular at times -
I don't discriminate now - nor did then -
(Most women are beautiful and sublime).
And so we were in bed, and that was when
I thought I was the luckiest man alive.
The more I loved her the more we were wanton
And that night I felt richer than a sultan.

Two more nights there were, and it was bliss;-
Our naked bodies creamy in the moonlight.
And giddy's how I felt when we did kiss;-
Her long blonde hair and face - a lovely sight.
Of course, it is the times like this I miss -
(These memories of sensual delight).
The best I can do is write this tribute:
The "kindness of strangers" - there's no substitute.



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My search for you has brought me far,
My only guide has been a star
Of love which dwells within my heart
And flickers still 'tho we're apart.

A star that glows, becomes a fire
Engulfing me with sweet desire
To see at last your lovely face
And feel first hand your sweet embrace.

The warmth of you when you were near
Would fill me with eternal cheer
The happiness that you would bring
Your kiss would make me feel a king.

And 'tho to me you still are lost
There is no bridge I will not cross.
No road, no river, land or sea
Can ever keep your love from me.

I'll keep on searching 'til I find
That which I seek, your love divine.
The joy that you alone can bring
To me you are my everything.

I, as a twig, placed upon healthy ground,
was then covered with good soil and sand.
Appearing as one 'dead', indeed profound
that some future day I'd beautify the land!

While covered with earth secure and warm,
no fears nor fret for some weeks to come.
As I patiently laid there, as one to be born,
to a bright new life,... yet feared by one.

Tis the weed that's born with trembling fear
as it's fragile life is considered but waste.
But as a 'ROSE', my life is indeed secure,
since by few am I of intolerable taste.

As I grow, I receive a gardener's best care,
while the poor weed is simply cut & burned.
Tis sad to see the poor weed tremble there,
as he fears rejection and mankind's spurn.

For weeks by the shivering weed I laid,
not much different from him indeed,
But once my grower distinction has made,
Tis "Welcome Rose" and "Good-bye weed!"

It's sad in losing a close familiar friend,
that grew abreast my very own side.
But worse than that, the fatal end,
of the life of one who desperately tried,

For all his worth to be his very best,
in blossom and in gorgeous bloom.
As by my side poor weed grew abreast
the one who sealed his certain doom.

A 'ROSE' indeed, in full glorious array,
with all my gleaming splendor shown.
Yet sad I am each long remorseful day,
for the horrible end of one I've known.

Who by my side through sun and rain,
and the fiercest weather's beaten test,
did not so much as groan nor complain,
but offered to me sweet comforting rest.

As shade he offered in hot summer sun,
and strength against stiff blowing wind.
My dear friend the weed will be the one,
of whose un-forgotten grave I'll send,

A fragrant bouquet composed of 'ME',
as a tribute to my dear faithful friend.

Conquering new territories climbing up the stairway
new beginnings hanging on the edge of a dream
an empire arises from dark ashes flash petals catch one gem

Through honeycombed dewdrops softly spinning
golden the sparkle upon your tabernacle silken touch
vision of deep beauty shines immaculate heart

Beholding rose gold sparkles crown
sugar coating light dazzling before the eyes
crystal sparks ignite rainbow gleams

Through a mist of tears travelling one picture
everything shrinks in your shadow perfect
sunbeams warmly come alive

Touching clouds dancing with teardrops
falling over an angel salted from the ocean
seagulls lament faraway distant overseas calls



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I don't want a man that I can live with
I want a man that I cannot live without
I don't want a woman that I can live with
I want a woman that I cannot live without
Thus the legend of Tarzan and Jane is created
I want to be a free spirit
We don't have a lot of money
All we need is love
Free as we'll ever be
The elephants chimpanzees and eagles are expanding their horizons
Tarzan and Jane the free spirits are swinging from the trees
this is an interesting way of life
Natural beauty at its best

I will admit that I am old,
My actions are no longer bold.
The fires I had, I do remember,
Now they're only glowing embers.
I still know how to hold her hand
And caress her cheek like any man.
I'd share with her, that morning cup
As Folger's says 'bout getting up.
I still know how to give a hug
And cuddle up so nice and snug.
To feel my heart go wild and pound
Just to know that she's around.
And the times our two lips meet
I'd feel sensations - head to feet.
I'm not so old I can't recall
The thrill of being at a ball,
Bodies close and arms entwined
We'd shuffle on, no cares in mind.
"So what",we'd say,"we're having fun",
What we'd share's like being young.
More important than all above-
We're not too old to be in love.