Short Poem
It’s the things that you say, that change the way that your life Will flow, it’s never what you know, it’s always what you don’t know, What you can't see, That will make the difference between happiness and misery!
Imagine
Imagine, your whole world revolves around you literally, Who feels your pain, you!, who feels your loss, you!, who Feels but you, this world is your creation, from your imagination, In tune with life, In tune with you, a song that you make true,
Three lines
Words divide, It seems to be, Do you agree?
Letting Love Lead
I wrote this 6-20-2022. This is a sad, sentimental song that we've all had a taste of, or perhaps still has a taste in our mouth from yesterday's life. When I wrote this, I wrote it here before placing on paper/ music sheets. So, this is an original first draft without music or rewriting, adding more or subtracting less. Until then...
The!
The things that you want if not well defined become the Things you wish you had left behind, The wish that you wished and hoped it would be, will come True, but not how you see, The truth, and the honesty, is always The same, it never turns ou
Answers?
So many searching for answers, why there is good and bad? It’s all there plain to see, you’ve been told throughout history, You recite the words then preach your way, but you never learn No one has say, and that is how it’s meant to be, when yo
Amazed!
Amazed at the knowledge that trickles through thy brain, flowing endlessly away, leaving but a stain!
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
We are diverse
Its strange to see the diversity that exists in humanity, Human beings, yes you and me, born free, is that not the whole idea?, we will be different and then we will see, an explosion of imagination, new ideas, new creation, new way to be?, it se
Rebirth!
To detach oneself and be alone, Tis easier said than done, You can leave the crowd, You can leave the place, But still, you’re part of the Human race, To know oneself is to know The way, But to find that place, there’s A price to pay, Fir
Another three lines!
Too many times we look outside, It’s the fire inside, that matters, Too many times that fire has died.
A poem with no rhyme!
If you get too lost in your own sense of importance You will lose it all, you WILL cease to exist like us all, And then it’s over, and all of your regrets will be lost To nothing, no one will care that you were even here, So, today, say to yours
I look!
I look, I see, what was meant to be, But nothing is divine, nothing here makes You mine, All of our creation, and all of what You can be, It’s decided by who?......you at the Back, you are me! Sometime in some way in someplace And somehow
Regeneration!
There’s a sadness in being, a sadness in seeing Our creation decline, Twas not your vision nor twas not mine, But we will begin again as we have before, And once again, hope for more.
Showing in Cinemas for a limited period!
There’s no script for life! but it seems to me it seems to be, Lights, camera action all of the time, The director is YOU, it makes no sense, no reason Or no rhyme , to fall in line all of the time. We are not actors in a stage play, we are crea
Thanks Frank and George.
What better way to end your day than to smile and say ‘I did it my way, (thanks Frank) And when the day has begun, no better way but to smile and say ‘Here comes the Sun’ (thanks George)
No Blame!
I’m like this because of you, I’m like this because you Never saw it through, I’m like this because the Winter Sun never shone! I’m like this because my flowers died and left me Traumatised, I’m like this because you were never here, to hold
Space Invaders
When that moment comes, before sleep invades your space, Just for an instant, you can dictate tomorrow in this place, The star of this show will be someone you know, Where you can go, where you reside with nothing to hide, Tomorrow can be your sh
Free minds!
Free minds can’t see, free minds can’t be, It’s all an impossibility, freedom cannot be, There is no dictator, there is no creator, There is no future, there is no past, There is nothing here to last, Simple minds create the crimes, Profess the
When!
When the knowing becomes true, I don’t Talk to you, When the knowing is real, we know How we feel, When the knowing flows free, when We can see, That you are me, and all of this is Our fantasy, That’s when you BECOME me, REALLY!
For a friend who left.
I’ve watched tomorrow taken away because of today, Cries for help lost in the melee of life, unseen and unheard, No one is to blame, but still, to our shame, they fall, no Saviour all, those lost in their pain, no future, no gain, Giving it up, t
For you!
For those who care, the end of today signals A new tomorrow, and for those who fear, A new day will follow, For those that want to know, take the path Where you can grow, Who you are is who you were, one day, You will come to know.
Ask!
When you ask who am I, I shall say, go away, I know you, and you know me, so, remember Your part, go away, and take it to heart, And if you come back, look into my eyes, And see, that I will know your lies.
New!
What can you do to create a new you? Listen.....L Observe....O Verify........V Engage........E Herein endeth the lesson!
For those that know
An explosion of imagination created by one, to begin At the end, twas only fun, To know is the end, finally over and done, Played all the parts mother, father and son, And knowing means going , to start it again, Repeat, repent, rejoin and regro
Simple
What I have learned about life is its simplicity, To know its origin is lost in complicity, Its simply way that cant be told, Too many conditioned, stay in the fold, If you really knew you then you could be, FREE.
An honest question
Did we become us by accident, or was it by design? And when we die and resign, and leave this place for Another space, will you still be mine?
Tomorrow!
I think I have lost tomorrow, it was here yesterday, I have searched in everyway, it wont reappear come what may, So, I must adhere to what is here, so tomorrow is now, and this is what I see, what
No way back?
Flowers and trees, birds and bees these I know, but..... snow, on a summers day, this I don't know, what I see, is an anomaly, mother nature running free?, natural change? we can't rearrange or self design, have we crossed the line?
NEW?
So, imagination IS creation, I imagined you, you imagined me and that is what we see, Simple at first, but complex over eternity!, constant imagination creates complication, And now, we find ourselves HERE, in constant fear, of life and new creat
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!
Again!
And still we repeat, still we retreat, until we're backed into a corner, only then will the battle for survival become the host of a new revival, new wisdom to see, what things there could be, but twill only get lost in history. Again!
Unafraid!
Be not afraid, for tomorrow will be, this is not the end, not for you, not for me, And if they close your eyes for you tonight, you have nothing to fear, you will still be here, in a new form, a shining light, an energy so bright, nothing can take a
In constant motion
It seems to me we are not allowed to be constantly happy, Just when times look good, everything worked out as it should, suddenly the world, is clear as mud, No reason for it that I can see, just how it seems it is meant to be, Laugh today,
When! When! When!
When the flowers fail to bloom, when tomorrow comes to soon, When all that I could be was all that I could see, When yesterday is a memory, of what could or could not be, When today became the reality I thought I'd never see. When thoughts
Are we i wonder?
Honesty and integrity are the ideal of what we should be, truthfulness and clarity are what we should see, are we a minus or a plus, we won't make a fuss, I think that minus may win the game, I don't know, are we all the same?
Youthful
When I talked to the young, they had no reply, except to say, We are young, it's you that will die, I tried to explain life does not work that way, its all fun and games, until the day, the day that you pay, And no one does know, from day to day,
Not alone!
And you found yourself within the crowd, woke up to see, you were me, not left alone or left to be, a part of all, that's you and me!
Tomorrow?
Tomorrow becomes today and yesterday fades away, so the present is how we exist, there's no other way, there's nothing to resist, we can't bring back the past, and the future is not meant to last, for it suddenly becomes the.............. past. S
Where were you?
Where were you when Kennedy died? Where were you when Simpson lied? Where were you when you realised? Where were you?
Memories
Memories are all we leave, of who we are, what we did believe. Memories our loved ones hold, maybe, fanciful thoughts that were never told. Wandering, thinking, seeing the light, knowing what is wrong, and what is right. Finding yourself be
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