How do you see it?
Life changes you from the start, it opens your mind and closes your heart, you start out with love, innocent and true, then life, slowly eradicates you, you become aware, of whats right and what's fair, you want to be there,and you really care, then
Magma
Silent whispers of gas Rises from caverns deep Hints of smoke and steam Ground pushed gravity rise from ash - heat and smoke flames from Within caverns deep Rising magma flow blows smoke and ash Rivers flow like hot mooltan flames rising
The waiting
just playing around
So Far
It's just a feeling for someone.
I have Fallin
A feelings for someone special
Sound
The song pertains to a little bit in everyone. The past, present, and future tense of what we had, what we lost, and regaining the strength to live on; but, also, to remind ourselves to never give up the thought of possibilities. I wrote this one 8-26-2021
Evermore
Our favourite season, or it was... just not the same, since my husband passed.. God, I miss him!
Just a thought-
So where did you find Jesus? Hiding in a tree? away from you and me? Until you tracked him down, and then,,, what? The rain stopped?, the sun came out?, you won the lottery?,your car turned into a new mercedes? your bank account found new zeros?,,,
Just for them
I could write about the rose that grows, its beauty, coulourful and majestifully superior, but I wont, I could not give a f*ck, I dont give a f*ck about America, China, Russia,, I don't believe in CNN, FOX, BBC, OR EVEN RTE, my life revolves around
Yvonne
She saved me!
Reality beckons!
I won't respond if you say this or that, I won't be available for nonsense chat, I won't accept text or anything next, I won't reply if I think you lie, I won't be here to communicate, I won't, I won't...this is so......why am I alone?....I just
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
Stay Home
Stay home save lives.
across the universe - ballad of ballads
This is a "ballad" poem, which I created using actual names of songs categorized under "ballads", and from a to z, with a couple letters missing. . . Someone ought to write a love song that starts with x or z.
the rebuild
she was crying in the sea unloved and worn she spoke to me her heart and boards were long ripped out her diesel engine left in doubt yet I heard her heard her true in her estuary of blue I spent a fortune on her hull I slept ben
wandering anger
I met her in the winter in a bar upon the hill when the dark was carved by starlight and the moon had paid the bill I stepped in from the wilderness from the howling wind and rain I was weary from my journey's around other p
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
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
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
Dating site
I love dating site
the wild swan of blackrock
down by the cold sea there lives a wild swan who floats high on the harbour till all tides are gone all alone in this world she sails by her leave and the heart of this viewer forever she'll thieve as dawn gathers shadows about its own hand th
Angel
well heaven knows and heaven lies I'm travelling down this road under.. stationary skies the distances are vast I can see no end its easy just to dream it's easy to pretend if my truck was an angel if my truck had wings I'd fly pas
if you're reading this
If you're reading this I'm no longer around it's a note I left I hope it's found when life is tricky you gamble cares so I slid down the apples and pears my rent was due and life got cheap finance drove off with my off road sheep my
Special Time
We just can't believe, until it's all we can give.
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
Surf
5am.. I take my board and smell the sky the tide swims round the breeze a spell and says goodbye the initial hit of cold and salt gives way to sound I think of you and your eyes of dew fall on my ground and all the stuff we shar
to remake anew
she was crying in the sea unloved and worn she spoke to me her heart and boards were long ripped out her diesel engine left in doubt yet I heard her heard her true in her estuary of blue I spent a fortune on her hull I slept benea
her own way
she was tough (as they come) in a coat of pain she was harder than diamonds left out in the rain and she smiled qualified at how life slipped away and she wallowed in strength tíl her final day no one knew her her fame was
questions
could a woman love the light could she'd gladly lease each part could the angel of our darkness make a mooring in her heart could a human heart beat answers so each vein would never cease could a good soul stalk it's death so all death would
The days of now!
So, the ruling few have been bitten in the a** by one of their own, what will they do now? Oh they cant believe nor comprehend, how this will go or how it will end, Putin screwed them, now hes not their friend, time to regroup, hes not in their loop.
Russian warship,, go..
Somehow history got lost in translation, that was then and this is now, we have Iphones, your phones and my phones,we have facebook, youtube, mytube, redtube, twitter, ,, wow, imagine we tweet to each other?,, all rocking robins, its like we are hypn
WONDERING!
And I wonder, if love songs didn't make you sad, and life didn't make you mad, if life was perfect how would you be? And I wonder, if tomorrow was the end of it all, how would you be? what would you do? Its all a question of love and life, oh yes,
Question?
Imagine if I was you, what would I see? what would I do?. Imagine if you were me?, what would you see? What would you do? Now, knowing we are free, to be what we want to be? Not lost in captivity, you being me, and I being you, what do you think we s
Loving all!
The simplicity of love , can be, lost in diversity,, love can't sustain the reality, of life,,,love is benign, the idea,, show it anything it cant understand and it dies, love is fickle, love is nothing, love is real,, love is love,,, its what we f
?????????
So we walk in different fields, don't know how it feels, for me to be you, or you to be me, we just cant see, and our blindness creates that void, was it you? or me that lied?, human things, problem brings, spirits show, high and low, our insanity,
irish words
I've been asked to write about Ireland, well, what can I say?, it's wonderful, filled with beauty and charm, tis true, we've got Guinness and something more, that we just can't ignore, we have Presidents come from the USA , no no let me rephrase, we
Another day
So the wind chill factor is -5 but I'll stay alive, this doorway is cold but I have cardboard boxes to fold, I can be ok, I can be alright, I know I'll get through another night, and tomorrow will be another day,,, and I hope, maybe better, somewher
nothing
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Music From The Winds
This one I wrote was back in 9-18-1997. Like many songs I write, it all started out by fooling around on the guitar. I combined this with both slow and moderate tempo strum and fingerpicking.
Who? What?
So will I write a poem with no reflection, nothing that will give any direction? The wind blows loud and shrill outside, the doors they creak, the windows rattle about to break, but yet I feel serene, I dont care about life or where I've been, I'
Different!
Ever find yourself lost? I see beauty all around, still dont care, should I go for help? or just jump on someones bandwagon? be part of life stupidity?,, tomorrow will hopefully appear, I'm still looking for my bandwagon, oh no,,, brooks and dunne, N