SHE WROTE THIS (i have dimentia)

SHE PENNED THIS (N0T ME, I HAVE DIMENTIA)

Often we meet new people and know
We just don’t know what to say
Sometimes you just want to rise up and go
But then the lord of dance wills you to stay

I always compare it to a dove seeking a mate
While landing with grace on the highest tower
The dove knows all about providence and fate
While the Lord of dance grants him a power

Suddenly where a dove roosted all alone
Because of the power he had been granted
Two doves agreed to face the unknown
Because seeds will grow if properly planted

Sitting by a fast food restaurant waiting
Watching people pass by and time as well
This is that which I am unequivocally stating
To some pretty lady I’m a pretty hard sell

So the dance continues or it fades away
No melody, no harmony and everything seems wrong
But oftentimes the Lord of dance has his say
And soon two are singing the very same song
© 2011.…..~SHE!~
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Posted: Aug 2011
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BECAUSE SHE'S A CHEAP DATE!

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Comments (1)

freepoetry
every word of my poems are true, i was born on the right side of the tracks but discovered the only thing that made the right side people smile is if they're stock, equity or ego went up. we are too busy worrying about this world, but now for me, i have one less person to care about....you know nothing about me, you know nothing.....there are a few people from this room who have met me in person and thus far no one said i was like you, that the only date she could get is a dude with a white cane and a seeing eye dog...listen..i don't blame you for being jealous of my supremecy, especially when all you do, probably, is sit at your window seeing couples walk by with arms tangled in arms and you wonder why you can't have that....read your comment to me and maybe you'll get a clue...i feel very sorry for you, and if and when they commit you tell me the mental facility's name and address so i can send you some of my award winning poems.........the Jack Karoac of the 21st CENTURY!
the incomperable ~free cee!~
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