Confession
Maybe there are times I didn't tell you things, like of the desolate far away place in my body that I escaped from to find you... the cold intangible spot that draws on a string from my insides, thinning me out as from an ever more threadlike
A tattoo for Dad
Sometimes tears are hidden...
DENIRO AND PACINO
THESE TWO GREATS REALLY SHINE ABOVE THE REST! MERYL STREEP GETS THE NOD FOR THE BEST ACTRESS!
Haven's Cry
I close my eyes and travel to an unknown time and place, where time spent with each other is a gift-not a big waste. The people really smile and laugh and converse with each other, a friend , or mate, or siblings, neighbors, workers or your
Unde Sunt Zapezile (Where Are The Snows)
Francois Villon wrote a famous ballad in the Middle Ages with the famous interrogative question about the passing order of things. I have composed a ballad that invokes it though its more about the snow which we only get to enjoy for the short time its here. And in life, our happiness is fleeting like the snow.
This is your personal ad. It's where you tell a li
This is your personal ad. It's where you tell a little about yourself, a little about where you live and what you like to do.
they
Smoothed and polished On pedatals they stand Names in brass Carved Gigantic forms Bodies moulded Carved Chissled stone They stand cold lifeless Motionless forms set in stone They
The Truth
Sometimes we're blessed with a second chance...
Chauvinistic Memoirs
Chauvinistic Memoirs He sat musing over his sherry Thoughts of old times rallied he set pen to to paper to write and poured another glass It was now years ago as in another life Happy in new found wealth A beautiful woman by his side
bottle
On the sea of tides Sealed for all time Floats On the drifting seas Desination unkown Carried in a bottle Contents consumed A void a space A vessel Tranport Now a time capsule A glass bottle Contents drunk a message within Now
The Other Me
To share a bit of the other me
xmas cheer
Xmas Turkey Roasties And sprouts
Maple Old
Just a song from the olden times we used to like very much, just a lyrical melody touching strings of heart, a nostalgia for the magic of spring, for the magic of Love. Everybody has some very good things to remember. You can follow the lines in English, while enjoying the music. The song is performed by Maya Kristalinskaya, now long gone - a beloved singer of those times.
A Birthday prose
A Birthday message to know I remember
Where to go ..
Where to go .. Every day .. and your face becomes closer .. Every day, it becomes your face Par
Alone
Flickering light Sent of essence Fill s the darkend room The lights dance Candles flicker ,lights the darkend room The table set Meal for two I sit in silence As I think of you All alone Sadness keeps my company As I remember th
Ice Crystal Droplets
Christmas time! Do you remember when you were a kid!
Wenn ich mich erinnere könnte (If I could recall)
I wrote this about my early childhood in Germany. We all have memories like this and for me, they remain like a dream akin to German singers description of sailors fated to never reach land and Hawaii are more fantasy than a realized expectation.
Je t'aime éperdument
Je t'aime éperdument Sachant que la route vers l'impossible est longue, Et sachant que tu es le modèle de la femme Que
Emotions
No matter who you are or where you're from...
Birthday Wish
My birthday approaches and I feel blue wish you all were here in Trinidad... Jim, Liam, SCatlyn, Morgen, Imagine, Candykid, Ken...hey ok everybody just charter a flight and come.....lol. I want a really big party.
DRAGONS
DRAGONS SHALL LIVE FOREVER, FOR THEY TAKE ON MANY FORMS!
Winter's Knocking
It was inspired be a friend from Georgia!
Where are you
where are you? are you on the clouds or on the back of a bird or on the back of a fish? where are you? are you on the top of Ural mounatains or in the greens of the Sunderban or on the bank of the Mahanadi? where are you? are you in your
Time Trap
Time trap Boom boom soon soon How tricky ticky time can be Time trap Boom boom soon soon It's all about the memories Time trap Boom boom soon soon It's the month of twenty oh history Time trap Boom boom soon soon How tricky ticky t
The Parched Land of Love
In the dark night of my loneliness You appeared as a ray of happiness; At once came the black clouds And dimmed that bright ray. What happened to you I could not know, Though have been waiting for long To read your warm mail. Surely, y
My Heart Yearns
the poem reflects my feelings here.
Our Anthem
As we descend into humanity from which dreams never escape but, where religion is born (so they say) and wonder in a voice that has become our anthem; If tomorrow fails to come, what does it all mean, poet? What will become
WE LOVE YOU, KAREN CARPENTER
THE CARPENTERS, KAREN AND RICHARD, THROUGH THEIR SONGS, MAKE YOU FEEL GOOD, ALL OVER!
Weathered Barn
sentimental write ...
score
particle of memory...
Countless Yesterdays
If you ask him, he will talk for hours how at fourteen he hammered signs, fingers raw with cold, and later painted bowers in ladies' boudoirs; how he played checkers for two weeks in jail, and lived on bread; how he fled the border to a country
The Rustling Wind
fantasy Fairy Tale Looking At The Beautiful Things In Life
DEAR MR ORBISON
A CONTRIBUTION TO THE LEGACY OF A GREAT ARTIST!
what we know
when you were born you were a clean slate you knew nothing at all blissful in your ignorant state as you aged as you grew tall you became a teenager and thought you knew it all as you rushed and as you ran out into the world you were he
Time
Where did the years go? to the things we believed in to love, and life and family to comfort in our skin time did not vanish it did not run and hide it is not held captive nor like the wind outside time runs through us entwining with each so
The Gods
It was then and only then that panic seized me...alone, I could have endured it-- but the madness of my heart would doom me, that much i knew. With one fal swoop (surely the only one fate would grant me) Now I live my life like a warrior. On the
Voices
When people are sleeping I'm awake, Images of him my mind does create. My thoughts are without any reason or rhyme, There's nothing to seperate reality and time. I've heard voices talking but just in my mind, Answers to riddles for
no title
not feeling so well/just sick not emotional(thank the great spirits for one will pass while the other tends to linger)
letter to a dead poet
dearest william, thorns i have pushed aside when you smiled upon me (finally) now tangle my limbs in bloody spectacle and angels watch but know i am fallen i have as
Once Upon a time
Nastalgia
Memories
The heap of blankets on our bed The crisp shirts hanging on the door Your tools on the kitchen table The smell of your toothpaste Memories Good memories Touches of you that stay in our home And keep me close Whenever you are gone