The waiting
just playing around
Grieving
Grieving from the Grave by Criostior.
''''LOVE'''
She likes me but I just love her Alas my heart repeats it too often I do not know how to stop this pain I do not know how to live this fear. I love him so much and with a little banal love I love it so much that it hurts me too much How can I f
Maybe a purpose ?
Human Reason, A bit of Life
WHAT?
Did you know that George (in some reality show) lost his watch in the snow?, Did you know that Stan was not really a man?, No? . neither did I,., but SHE did,,, ..........................................................OMG OMG, where do you live?, Do
You Are!
Do you know? You are the star in your own show You are the light shining bright You are the spark and you are the fire You are the low and you are the higher You are the day and you are the night You are the good and you are the bad You are th
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Older questions!
At twenty one and twenty five, you wonder who will be alive, at forty one and forty five, you just don't know who will thrive, at fifty one and sixty one, you wonder why you're not gone!
I know,,,,,part 2
I know that you know what I do and where I go, I know that you know my schemes and my dreams, I know that you know who I am inside, I know that you know when I laughed and when I cried, I know that you know just what tomorrow will be,
BEWARE AWARE THREE TIMES
because i learn restraint, dignity and pride from her. When she walks down the street holding my hand i compare her to other women and i'm telling you, i never asked for her doctor's name, BUT MY HAT'S OFF TO HIH! AND "YES," SHE SAYS "EVERYTHING WORKS."
the lawyer and the fisherman
lawyer I met on account of a bet which was owed yet un-honoured to me I took her for chips in a forest of ships she chose a symphony now a concert hall let me hasten to tell was just about my perception of hell then qui
Vegas
I wrote this in 1973 in Florida
A red red rose
this is a Scot ballad written by robert burns.
The Countenance of Character
Just reflecting on faces and the amazing but deep stories that they tell.A kind of romantic description of abstract qualities..
Really, it's only paper anyway!
I HATE when people tell me money does not grow on trees, its so annoying, I KNOW MONEY DOES NOT GROW ON TREES, I looked! But where does it grow?, not anywhere you or I know, tis in the coffers of the rich and powerful, in foolish hands, in fore
when
when I tamed rage and tried anew a road emerged that led to you when I quit work and made a career I fed with tune my starving ear when darkness fell about my boot I shed the cloak that hid the truth when I buried hate and t
Change
Change begins with understanding, not to be afraid OF, and as life goes on, and things change, its LOVE, that keeps us together, when the unexpected happens and life becomes something new, we can walk down this road TOGETHER, IF we lOVE, its forever!
The Journey Home
Age becomes you ,and life dissipates, it flows like water, like a river from the source starts as a trickle, becomes a stream, then a river, and finally joins the great oceans and now, you are not alone, at last, your lonesome journey has brough
Our apple trees
Our apple trees bore fruit, not this time but in previous years, I wonder will they bloom next year?, I wonder? I smile through tears, loving the most wonderful years, of our time spent together,, I just want you to be with me FOREVER! XXXX YVONNE
What's new!
Oh what is life?, poetry in motion? love? strife?, the beginning of a new life? when a baby cries, someone dies, the beginning and the end, the foe and the friend, and tomorrow will be................the same.........begin again ....same game!
Amazed!
Amazed at the knowledge that trickles through thy brain, flowing endlessly away, leaving but a stain!
i hide behind my rings - fragment
i hide behind my rings and shatter echoes of the things that layed ahead of age that we cut short with my rage. i'm on my way, i wish you well it's season's cast of a love spell
See!
What do you see through your eyes? Is it differnt to mine?, Is the world conspiring or just fine? Do you believe the world is round?, alien invasion? what have you found? so, we think we are right, always, day or night, you say that, I say this, then
Leslie Ann
well you walk with a swagger that's unearned but it always fits you well and you speak in a way the warms the places where them wildflowers dwell a lady of undetermined age I'd guess at forty-five or more and each day comes as tide a
The Walrus and the Carpenter (The Sequel)
“We have eaten all the oysters,” the Carpenter proclaimed. The Walrus looked around to see no single one remained. “They were so plump and tasty, though, we hardly can be blamed.” The Walrus and the Carpenter walked off along the sand, the
Lesson 1
Why does nothing change? You know this and I know that, I'm right and you are wrong, who's bigger?, who's more strong?, Who wants control?, noone can let it be, noone can see, it does not matter, but its up to you, and its up to me, to let it b
New!
What can you do to create a new you? Listen.....L Observe....O Verify........V Engage........E Herein endeth the lesson!
wandering anger
I met her in the winter.. in a bar upon the hill.. when the dark was carved from starlight.. and the moon had paid the bill I came in from the wilderness.. from the howling wind and rain.. I was weary from my journeys.. around other people's pain
where is the love ? i don't know....
Stronger and stronger with time, I let myself dream, This beautiful fairy tale ... Every second with you is magic, I live a beautiful story, It's a dream that has just come true, And I do not intend to wake up ... I'm happy when
thought
thought
Another three lines!
Too many times we look outside, It’s the fire inside, that matters, Too many times that fire has died.
I Remember you now.
I wrote this a while back. I believe i wrote it for my soulmate. Theres a story that goes with it from childhood. I dont know if its true but it gives me something to believe in when life is cold and lonely. It sits with me and warms me by the fire. When i was in kindergarten there was a little girl. She had read a book about reading palms. It was just a silly kids game. So i let her read mine. She told me i would be married twice, once for a short time, which i was, to my first wife for a year when i was very young man. A second time to my second wife for a very long time, which i was 23 years. She even told me I would have two kids, which i did a boy and a girl. Then she said I would meet somebody, with red hair to spend the rest of my life with. I try not to read to much into things but sometimes its nice just to have something to believe in you know? Even if its not true i guess its not hurting anybody to keep a little bit of faith in your back pocket. Hope you enjoy the poem and I wish you all the best in your own travels. May your journey lead you to your own heart and home.
The Starlight Ride
Read a book and it seems to be true............. How sad, the way Indians are treated. Hell. any Humans, Abuse...
The Bin
The bin In the corner you just sit Stirrin glirren As i throw rubbish in Stayle odours From last nights Saturday takeaway Stirren back at me Oh what a time i had Drinkin eating Vomiting Throwing up in my bin Oh the odour Will have
Vanessa, explained
If I could hold the quill of truth over the page of unfolding story and hold it still and let the page itself write the words of your defining glory if I could see the candle that lights the table beside your bed and see that l
I Really don't !
I really don't like the way you think, I really don't like your granite sink, I really don't like your taste in food, I really don't like your precious mood, I really don't like what you say, I really don't like everyone else must pay, I really
girl on a train
I sit transfixed as thought it flies to see warmth twice inside her eyes some bound for town some bound for death a carraige full of moving breath a look of hue intercepting night and all else there is prop and light mechanics as
three cheers for the blues
two dogs had I I have to say called one Hipp Hipp called one Hooray Hipp Hipp a husky fearsome, true Hooray a spikey Kerry Blue and so I built my cabin small we hunted game from Spring to Fall time moving on from then to this
SMUGJOY
Close to dawn well before the first slivers of sun you already foresaw with a shiver of glee what a wonderful day it was going to be so why do a repeat? Because towards twilight there'll be double-delight in the pro
coining it
to a five penny piece I shrunk to the size as life made me hard in the head and eyes so pressed ganged was I on a leathery ship that lived in a pocket on the side of her hip and life wasn't easy and life wasn't hard it was tough bedding
My Friend
I wrote a letter yesterday, to a friend of mine, I really didn't know what to say, I told him that there was war and people were dying, bravery prevailing, but children were crying, there did not seem to be an end in sight, and could he help me on th
ragnarok
"father's fly me strength of two all wars are old yet I am new" the trees will bud bodies without any eyes as the calm before battle sleeps in the skies its beyond my arm what faces us friend but into the maelstrom we soon will descend t