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I Dont Know If I have A Friend

I Don't Know If I have A Friend

I traveled all the way to town just to find alone It was a sad experience but I should have known Lonely is everywhere I go it's everywhere I've been Tell me something I don't know I don't know if I have a friend You can be sad when you are you

Towering Wino

Towering Wino

Don't dream about this guy :)

Contrition

Contrition

These sins of mine, persist with time, consisting of bad thoughts... Then transfer to, actions untrue, just look what I have taught... I brought truths not, then fought the fight, I ought not fight no more... I might bring light, laced with pure d

Marianne

Marianne

step into the make believe footfalling into stones where memories are citadels wider than truth her bones I never knew the right words you stole them with your smile pirouetting effortlessly some Parisian mile the timbre of a meado

I'M INVISIBLE

More and more feeling this way. Things in my life lately

Princess Priya

Princess Priya

Really ??? Okey-Dokey !!!

Where

Where

Where shall I go How will I know Where is the place I'm alive Where do I roam Where is my home When will I arrive Where are my friends Where does the music blend Where are the tears that let me know I can cry Where is destiny without

Stirring of the coals

Stirring of the coals

Winter lust

Princess Shruthi

Princess Shruthi

Pinocchio - Hi-diddle-dee (An Actor's Life For Me) 720HD https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=52xXa9d2qVw

Princess Shruthi

Princess Shruthi

Pinocchio - Hi-diddle-dee (An Actor's Life For Me) 720HD https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=52xXa9d2qVw

Where People Are Lost And Never Found

Where People Are Lost And Never Found

It was a long way to nowhere As I traveled on the trail of years It wasn't much of a road map That got me here And now my conversations are the ones I write down Maybe if I had been an Indian I could be on a reservation But as it is I'm nowh

blessed born day

blessed born day

Taking this opportunity to thank you all Thank you very much everbody For the experiences on this journey The lessons that curved swerved n turned me The bitter cup that burned me The level ups that earned me My stripes Lika general kick back

surf

surf

I'd rather go home and live up a tree than to be dry forever and forget the 'ol sea and I'd rather go hungry than eat on the street than miss every wave and places they meet I'd rather live in a hole and stare at the stars than live in

Desire of a Flower

Desire of a Flower

I wrote this a few years after my wife died back in the late 90's. The words speak for themselves.

Fissures

Fissures

Too fast to live, too young to die....

WORDS YOU SAID

Words you said

Abby Abby

Abby Abby

Emotionally drained

Bengawan Solo

Bengawan Solo

I like the Indonasian song with the title "Bengawan Solo" very much.This song is translated into many foreign languages,,so I tried to translate the song according to the Japanse version,into English,,I do hope some singers will sing this song..(Satoshi Okano) 18July 2020

I am your soul

I am your soul

When you know it's real Like a done deal Nobody can tell you how you feel Something like an encryption A conviction You don't need no subscription There where it sits When your truth hits On the inside like an affliction Boring deep down

Work It Baby

Work It Baby

Come on everybody Everywhere Take a seat Take a chair Feel this energy flowing through the air This moment of magnificence bound n compelled to share And declare This feeling Appealing Better than s*xual healing No never double dea

Simples

Simples

I know my worth From birth Felt like I was cursed Different somehow Always thinking in this now They said I was clever, intelligent And now I see what they taught me was so relevant Lika gift n a present Build me up with bricks n cement

Trusting This Journey Part 3

Trusting This Journey (Part 3)

Everything with its purpose n reason Give thanks that your are breathing And able to be reading These words Thank you

they sing I string

they sing I string

I could of went on n on with this song but just a few artists to help me along, to share this energy, this friend of me with subtle pokes n prods of emotional influence through Lyrical intamicy thank you

the unasked question

the unasked question

baby, hills run dry beneath your velvet sky outside i queue for gas in the rain baby, I don't know how the tale of us will go don't walk away on stepping stones of pain your smile is a light on a cold dark night look and search my

Meditation

Meditation

PSALM 4:4 Stand in awe, and sin not: Commune with your own heart upon your bed, and be still. Selah

The Note

The Note

Self explanatory, I hope, like the note!

the trail

the trail

she looks at me.. some small hotel in some small town.. her dark curls run along the corridor of her pale shoulder.. her words hit home.. " you know, buster.. when your lust is emptied.. and your belly is full, you can pull down your awnings.. but yo

The Center of The Sun

The Center of The Sun

A thermal eruption of internal emotion... Bask in this white hot fire and ocean... True love unrefined... Substance redesigned... A cosmic expression.. Of total devotion... The love that I have for you... Is hotter than the center of the su

Star Trek Pronouncing Danger

Star Trek: Pronouncing Danger!

Chekov: “kaptain sensors indicate a wessel approaching”. Kirk: “a what?” Chekov: “it is arming veapons!” Kirk: “what is?” Chekhov: “the wessel kaptain!” Kirk: “what’s a wessel?” (A frustrated Chekhov points to the screen). Kirk:

Tip Toe Through Time

Tip Toe Through Time .........

this girl dances with the spirit of the land within her .......... returns home to the small country town where her mum lives .......

neat whiskey and untidy women

neat whiskey (and untidy women)

drank whiskey from her navel after hours in a bar heard the sound of my breathing through the lungs of your guitar and lightnings just a broken string on horizon's air guitar cloudy lyrics fall as rain through the windscre

The Weeping Rose

The Weeping Rose

Another seasonal poem..

One Friday night at the trots old Harold Park

One Friday night at the trots (old Harold Park)

Rapt in attention As the pace car quickens Horses score up behind Like a phalanx Seven off the front And five behind Makes a full field of twelve Drivers in formation - Now bursting off the arm To settle down at speed In two neat rows

I love my Poet Friends

I love my Poet Friends

To all my poet friends who've read and incouraged my efforts, and special thanks to the Dream Weaver master Andrew who e-mailed me in my first week trying to write..lol.kickit,Mike,Swade Mac,Christian,Hank.Simpleme,Cat,Witchy,Billiegirl, Jeddah Queen. Beautifulyou, Niah, Quietstorm,MIRIKIA,pILGRIM, dAbOMB, and this list goes on and on and sorry if I can't recall a name at this moment, but to all who not only commented on a poem of mine but gave a special lil' push that touched my heart....cafetwo2010 I love You!!!!!!!!!!!

ISOLATION

ISOLATION

Is but the formula for growth. A bookend of recalibration of the response dynamic. If buried treasure is there to be found then the possibilities are endless to enrich the faculties of reason. We are not but one and many and masters of our faith. Wit

Hither and Tither

Hither and Tither

just some jumbled thoughts

RESTLESS LOST

RESTLESS & LOST

The feeling ..hard to explain I recognise myself only in name the sense of self merely a shell the only feeling - living in hell The light - end of tunnel is barely in sight as sleeplessness reigns yet another night So much to live for but la

the wreck of the catherine anne

the wreck of the catherine anne

fragments of stories half heard in the inn awoke in me fires stoked by the gin catherine anne moored in secret twilight buckled neath bullion jewelled to it's height a vast templar treasure won by the blade fortunes were lost to gre

guitar

guitar

I spent monday just walking through town searchin' for magical timbers of brown I watched tuesday morning arrive like a swan calm at the surface when calmness has gone I spent most of wednesday walking the deck from the truest of bra

we endure

we endure

I got your picture in my cabin your smiling face is everywhere your ghost is what I sail on through the ocean of your hair and my work it takes me everywhere and nowhere fast and slow it takes a man to plough an acre it takes a woman to make

Your Love

Your Love

You touch me with your love and care Shower me with loving attention and affection You tell me you don’t care If you have me by your side for one day, one week or a year Anytime I’m free to walk away But I refuse to give in to my loneliness and

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