Sorry folks....I tried to redo
I tried to re-edit Neighbors part 2, but to no avail consider it two views
Neighbors (part 2) Only The Birds Understand
Written 3-9-1997, before Neighbors, I found that this would be a good conclusion to it by a two-part song. Part one, hard and heavy metal style and part two, more "acid" rock, mellow style with more different instruments involved. Perhaps like a portrait painting with an abstract psychedelic background. Did works like that back in college majoring in art. Blew some people's minds! lol
Neighbors (part 2) Only The Birds Understand
Written 3-9-1997, before Neighbors, I found that this would be a good conclusion to it by a two-part song. Part one, hard and heavy metal style and part two, more "acid" rock, mellow style with more different instruments involved. Perhaps like a portrait painting with an abstract psychedelic background. Did works like that back in college majoring in art. Blew some people's minds! lol
Rain
Lost in The rain Nobody to blame Feeling ashamed You came and then you went I have nothing to give My heart is empty My tear face stained It's full of pain Alone I walk in the rain Searching for something That I'm missing What it
For You
She will wake in the morning with tousled hair, moves her body, and I wont care, if she wakes in her sleep, and breaths oh so deep, I will know she is still asleep, she is lovely to me, thats all that needs be,,,well, for me,,,, I know what I see!
Wishing
I wish I was you, someone once said, I said, I wish I was you too, for all of my troubles would be gone away, for you to take, I would forsake, but I never knew, what you had been through, can we renegotiate this pact of ours? I'm willing to spend ho
The Beginning of the End
I saw the light tonight,, twas blue, red,, and bright, the world in all its glory, showed me its story, you covet what you can,, its all in the plan, noone cares or wants to know who you are or where you go, now take a stand and raise your hand, don
Wild, Wild, Waterfalls
Gentlemen, this is how to write lyrics to woo the ladies, take good notes :), I'm off to find my guitar..
You Are Never Alone!
I composed my latest masterpiece while in the depths of depression. Engulfed in my pain and suffering. Because poets and stuff are made to suffer and feel pain. Otherwise, i am doing fine! Tonight i plan to take out the old binocs and go hang out in a dark parking lot not far from the hotel so i can look at the drunk girls thru their opened curtains, in various stages of undress. Thank you.
Cricketing memories
I wrote this poem whilst sitting watching a game in later life
When I walk up that short rise
Ten years or more ago but unforgotten.
Bicycle out again - almost 2 years
well today - extracted from the garage - does the bicycle greet me? Not a whimper!
If I Could
If I could write a poem of how I love you If I could put it into verse Poets would put away their pens and paper Never again would they write another word If I could play a tune about you If I could sing of you to the world Musicians would ce
Third Gear
Look! Look look!! Look look!! Look ya..... When I put ma finger to da pen Uncomprehend what I comprehend Literally making ma mind bend To curb My egos influence To open My magnificence A light bright enough To burn away da fikki
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Earth
This one I wrote was 12-10-1993. This is the idea of pre-history, history, future tense post-history and then a time when there will be no history at all. With Thanksgiving drawing near, you may want to be sated with what you have now. It's better than being solo. Like Earth.
Paperboys day
Memories of Youth
thought
thought
A Walkers Ramblings
Along the footpaths a mile and a half's stroll Cross the motorway good job there's no toll Ice House wood where summer flowers bloom Negotiate the road where cars and lorries zoom. Up Dog and Bear lane at a steady amble Into the trees and skir
Green Mussels
Weekday escape to a quiet beach
Xi Jinping and the Rejuvenators
Club Chinese
HER
ITS IN THE POEM
For a fighter
Try to make yourself see how bad you are maybe in your decisions, maybe you are going through a bad time, but do not give up It is the solution, set your sights on what you have to do to get out of any problem
PRICELESS
Torn canvases in an empty room The pain inside this tomb Soul shattered by crowd that booms Shouting your weaknesses across streets so dense You question yourself over and over inside your doom To rise above your depleted strength and sense To
Glitter Stars
Stargazing
nothing
I listen to the loneliness of those that reside here, to hell with the world and all its fear, dont spend your time in contemplation, of what it could have been, you are all it was and all you could have been, tomorrow is not the beginning or all tha
Wonder
Nothing
No Place For The Holidays
My mom went in a nursing home, so my favorite three holidays will have no family in them, Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas, because her house got sold this summer. This is a parody of There's No Place Like Home For The Holidays.
Tech rant
Tiring of the IT change onslaught
Float Away
Lost love, dead marriage, loathing her husband and pretends to love him for that night and drinks herself to sleep until she floats away. Grasping at straws before the final end.
Privacy
Looking for a private moment in a world that is obviously out of control with tracking you!
Love's Bright Sunset
Being with your lady s the bright sunset flares, beautiful feelings.
Celestial Realm Captains
just trying to be ironic .. but not always successful (((
Pepperoni logic
Playing with Steely Dan's Pretzel Logic, a classic..
Geraldine
I remember, when I was about five, being bullied, I remember, Geraldine, like a saviour, came to save me, I was about five, she was only about eight,, but she was like a super hero to me, that was my sister, I love her,, I know I dont tell her, but ,
Wasted Years
This is a reflection of keeping yourself pure for someone for six years and then they moved on.
Stone Wall
Posted: May 2016 About this poem: Spring in the New England woods
Chitter-Chatter
Last of New England’s fall days. Leaves have almost completely dropped and the sun is now low in the sky.
Peace
Contemplation time - Poem by Sara Teasdale 1884 - 1933 "Sara Teasdale was an American lyric poet. She was born Sarah Trevor Teasdale in St. Louis, Missouri, and used the name Sara Teasdale Filsinger after her marriage in 1914. In 1918 she won a Pulitzer Prize for her 1917 poetry collection Love Songs."
Tapestry
This is my poem and it is to explain how life twists and turns. I’m relaxed with a coffee as I write this original work.
Pay your way
its life as we know it jim.
Awakening
Remember WHAT you are.