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Gone are the days of the innocent dream,
A time when love showed respect,
When chivalrous men displayed high esteem,
Poor manners, proper ladies would deflect.

Lost in the shadows of a rude modern world,
Cool to show promiscuous behavior,
s*xual disarray and disease unfurled,
Common decency their only saviour.

I recall a time when love was young,
An innocence so precious to savour,
Lips soft kisses speak, not foul mouthed tongue,
Our breath minty, not cigarette flavour.

We oft' whispered a prayer to our silver coins,
Then released them to the old wishing well,
Stared at them glint as they fell entwined,
Just as we would, under starryeyed spell.

'Neath the shedding cherry blossom, where lovers used meet,
Like confetti when the breeze did blow,
We'd laugh and kiss on the worn wooden seat,
Petals showering like a fall of pink snow.

Oh ! Where are they now, those bygone days ?
Return to us please !... we implore,
Banished forever in respectful haze,
Replaced by a lawless street whore !

Slowly burning coals make a soft yellow glow
A cabin in the woods draped in billowy snow
Smoke pouring out a chimney stained so black
Tired feet feeling sore from a long day’s track
Neither better place nor more welcome can be sung
Than a humble little home where a hat may be hung
Shutting out the stormy world once inside the door
A time to sip on tea and warm some soup I adore
And dressed in flannel long johns curling up with book
Drift in time my endless dreams ‘till sleep overtook

a flower cannot hide anything
and it never lies.
showing its beuty and spread fragrance
any one can feel it or reject.
good people like flowers
anybody can accept them or reject.

Throughout my life I've heard "Life's What You Make It"
surely a worthy theory but nowhere near 100% legit
There are copious reasons that make it untrue
the most relevant stems from how others treat you

People who feel threatened maliciously try altering your condition
it may be simply your integrity conflicts with their disposition
They methodically spin truth to make you look bad at work
It's the honest hard worker who loses out to the deceptive jerk

Jealousy is another motivator for those who choose to spite
when amongst co-workers the Two-Faced culprits act polite
The vindictive will stop at nothing if out to get you
but hey "Life's What You Make It"...it must be true

If another jeopardizes your livelihood you could justifiably snap
I get why some go postal considering all the mental abuse crap
Work breeds drama and back-stabbing is a constant not fake
don't purposely shut your eyes to truth for goodness sake

Overwhelming experience is my proof and TRUTH I treasure
convincing who can't comprehend would truly give me pleasure
Acknowledge "Life's What You Make It"...is not absolute reality
if you are unable to grasp these facts...maybe it's your mentality

Please don't let them poison you.
cheat and lie and make a crook of you..
Don't sell your soul..
Hold out for what you know, and what you believe..
There are children in your future and
cats and dogs and everything...

But right now you're throwing it all away..
for a wreckless game of russian roullete..
This is not the world you would have chosen
But sometimes you have to bite the bullet
And just suck it up and stay
Sometimes you have to cash in your chips
And let the cards fall where they may,,,

Don't let them lead you where you arent prepared to go..
You used to make up your own rules you used to steal the show..
There is nothing, you ever wanted that you could not attain..
You held the world in the palm of your hands and you can again..

Toss away your licence to kill..
you'll be killing everything..
You ever wanted.. portrayed and flaunted
Nothing left to win, nothing left to gain..

But disease and decay
Oh you'll come back again,.
sink and fall again..
but you are going
to be ok..

For as the sky turns dark and cloudy,
A bitter shade of grey...
Sunlight filters through blackened skies,
And takes the pain away..

And the rain comes down, and it cleanses everything..
And in the new day,
when it dawns on you,
gives you reason to stay..

And it will shake you up, and wake you up..
Melt all your fears away..

And you're gonna be ok..
Yeh you're gonna be ok,,
Just hang in there one more day..
One more day..
Banish clouds of grey.

I am always alone looking in from the outside
Do not really belong to this world that’s around
I belong to the times and the lives of my past
My bones are buried in so many graves
I walked throughout history and the times of yore
The savagery of men was a sight to behold
Lived the life of a master and the life of his slave
Lived only for violence and the thrill of the chase
…and now I do wonder from time to time
what is for me to do in this life ?
So I’m just waiting at the gates of dawn
for kingdom without borders and city’s of ashes to come.

It's truly breathtaking watching the rising Sun give us daylight
just as awesome witnessing a setting Sun bring back night
Those picturesque moments are ones you're certain to recall
"A Day at the Beach" epitomizes casual entertainment for all

As the Sun gradually ascends...sunbathers inundate the shore
relief from the sweltering heat are the Emerald waters next door
The worlds whitest beaches in Pensacola are second to none
the most alluring sights are lying out under the scorching Sun

Squawking Seagulls are synonymous with a day at the beach
Crane stalk the waters edge hoping a tidbit wanders within reach
Sand Crab scurry in and out of their holes seeking what it craves
in Blue Angel formation...Pelicans glide inches above the waves

'A Day at the Beach' guarantees memories but you must never forget
the ocean demands respect or it will take your life with no regret
Beaches are invaluable places that offer fun and ways to unwind
when your day reaches done be sure to leave only footprints behind

Land is a long winding blossoming harvest
waterfalls found round each corner
Evergreens Weeping willows Birch and Maple trees
Scatterred gracefull across this beautiful land of ours
Early morning sunset breathtaking relaxing refreshing
A vigourous walk through the park
Different people all walks of life explore
A harmonious melting pot found in the wide open spaces
Colourful rainbow appears in the sky
New beginnings opportunities adventures for all
Beethovans sonatas simulated by the singing birds
Butterflies mosquitos honeybees all making a buzz
Buses and trucks making their deliveries daily
Tim Hortons offers coffee and tea
Wide open Spaces in Canada
Youngsters are striking out on their own
Universities and collegs provide a means of improvement
Our lives are constantly changing with technology and art
Hippies and musicians decorate our cultures
However the virtues and core values remain the same
Peace and Goodwill to all
Explore the Wide Open Spaces
Seeing you at Niagara Falls
Blessings and love always

Didn't want to say good-bye.
Loved the way you made me feel.
Hard to let you go.
But I am trying not to cry.
Held you for so long.
Kept you if it was right or wrong.
Hate to say good bye.
I just can't tell a lie.
The way you felt to my touch.
Turned the pages one by one.
I could cheat as such.
But I wouldn't really of won.
To read the end first.
Would extinguish the thirst.
But it wouldn't be the same.
With only me to blame.
I hate to say good-bye.
To an old friend like you.
We've had plenty of time.
But I don't feel as if we're through.
My eyes have grown so tired and weary.
Looking at you.
Soon you'll be replaced.
What am I to do.

Sumer noon
In my home in Malabar
In this dusty winding roads
Piercing the heart of the village
Wind across the mountain
Blowing hot and red
Swaying arc nut palms
And coconut trees
Like the dance of goads
Carrying the fragrance of
Dried hay and parched earth
Sway across cashew groves
Kids under a Mango tree
Wanting mangos rain
Resting after a days swim
In the village pond
Sun shines high on
Empty paddy fields
Turing them Golden fields
Once swollen might river
Now a string of water patches
Glowing like drops of pearls
In the scotching sun
Women with shining eyes
With their giggling bangles
Washing cloths and carrying pots
Men in pristine white
Rest under the banyan tree
Watching the “theyyams” passing by
With drummers tranquilizes their
Worries of the life.
Soccer players and cricket games
For the evening to go
Somewhere a horn bill cry
With a call from mosque
And a chant from a kovil
Breeze kisses my face
As sky turn crimson
A summer noon in
Malabar village Passes by
vanishing in the lingering twilight