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of all the controversy

that is,
what is it

Salvidor Dali, Johnny Cash......

never come here for forgiveness

the surreal of what
it gets me holding on

no intention of plagiarized

don't care

looking ahead now

well i aint don't done nothing to anybody

Just will keep whittling...

I fell unto a time
that really I

as remembered
you were never really there

I smile

and

carry on my path as you do

All the trees oak
knowledge

have no idea
Amber was passed to me
the ring sat fine

but for what
to pass that river, road, mountain, or just
swim amongst the seas

my hands are 50 years gone by

I am but me


will you kiss me

Of all the sickly forms of verse,
Commend me to the triolet.
It makes bad writers somewhat worse:
Of all the sickly forms of verse,
That fall beneath a reader's curse,
It is the feeblest jingle yet.
Of all the sickly forms of verse,
Commend me to the triolet.

Of all the diff'rent forms of verse,
I demand the use of triolet.
To take a form of little use .... that will be terse:
Of all the diff'rent forms of verse,
That endear to me this simple verse,
It is the strong thought......but yet..
Of all the diff'rent forms of verse,
I demand the use of triolet.

its not one thing
nor yet another
it is what it is
both the start
but also the end
when that hand hits
and the chimes begin
marking a new day
yet signifying the end
of the one gone by
other times may mean
different things
to different folks
time to go to work
time for play
time for dinner
the magic hour
midnight's hour
is all in one

While the wind and rain passing true
so it's our hopes and dreams changing and passing too.
When you get tired and feeling down from unfulfilled dreams
that slips away or just become too old to keep carry them on
like old shoes that needs to be repaired or thrown away for good,
so as you my friend renew your hopes, polish them and go out
into lanes and the fields,
listen and look at the birds still singing,
they didn't lost art of beautiful voices,
tree branches still waves to unknown passengers
and leaves changing collars,
falling down,
and growing again with each new season...
and just because you lost some dreams
the world didn't stop to go around
so it's you my friend that needs to replays old dream
and spread the new seeds in the world ...

passing away moments that would be better spent with you
I thought about the many good times of my life
could count them all on one hand, maybe there were one or two
no need to waste my energy concernin' strife
for the many times when I was thinkin' I was cool
I was nothing more than an commonday common fool
and now I find I cannot find myself the answers
to the questions that I pose to myself
suppose I must go back to school

or come back to you
and see it all through
you held me in your eyes
it felt mighty good
I held you in my arms
I did what I could
you tried to follow me
but that was too good
I couldn't let you and I left you behind

now I've left myself alone and far behind

History would move on to the 19th Century were in World War 1
Wars were being fought it involved many countries and the gun
Killed a lot of soldiers from both sides. meanwhile in America,
It was in the period of the Roaring 20's, were gangland violence Broke out between rival factions, the Thompson machine gun was Brought into fashion, it had a magazine load bullet cartridge
Fired many bullets in a round, it was a portable version of the Gatling gun used during the wars, but could be aimed very easily, Many wars followed bringing more and powerful guns into operation.
By the 1950s, guns were used for armed robbery and killing of Innocent people by insane people, in the Arab wars guns were worn by Even children and they were often involved in killing people by
Their leaders, guns had come of age as we had the Gulf War and many More into the future, time is now the future and there is all sorts Of bad uses for the gun, no longer humble, but with it's own
Voice of death, the gun is now used by any gun crazed killer who Chooses to buy one, a gun can be bought lik a grocery item on a Supermarket shelf, as gun control is practically non existant.

The law enforcement organisations cannot stem the violent killings Around them, Governments do very little to kerb the use of violence In society, and it is now time to stop this terrible crime once and For all. This all be too little to late as this may eventually lead To the extinction of man on the planet unless there is something
Done by the powers that be to stop it, the gun is now an outlaw
In modern society, and it proved one thing, thay anything good can
Be used for total evil, the gun has come from a useful tool to a
Weapon of deadly destruction, man created it now man must live
With this creation for the rest of his life on Earth.

I was never very sociable.
I never fit in those circles of friends
Where each one tries to show off more than the other,
I never liked being the center of attention.
I like simple things, simple people,
Eternal loves and lifelong friends.

We need someone special to teach us survive,
The art of compassion, endurance and strife,
With kindness of heart and forgiveness in eyes,
We need someone special, could you be the one?

We need someone special right here by our side,
In life’s troubled waters there’s nowhere to hide,
This path is unbroken, this sky’s overcast,
This moon looks so dismal, sun’s not on our side.

We need someone special, seems not much to ask,
I guess there are many who play seek and find,
I guess there are legions of people like us
Just hosts of nice people so lonely at heart.

We need someone special, could you be the one?
Cast off all such doubts as distance and clime,
What if it’ll be better if love’s our guide?!
What matters in real is life – yours and mine.

WHEELS

Turning on my youth’s cycle, no cars in sight
no computers, no spacemen, no Aids fright.
Turning on the Clydeside cranes, in the mills
and in the shops cheaper unreceipted tills.
Turning only once on the surface of The Pit,
The Bing, The Pond, the bonfires we lit.
Turning on the second finger of my first wife
lasting no longer than a sliced cake’s life.
Turning on the steamer to a new honeymoon
true love this time, but don’t speak too soon.
Turning slowly on twin hearses all traffic stop,
now no more winding of the mantelpiece prop!
Turning on the ticket style, up there again
and on this strangers long southbound train.
Turning on the black taxi that gets me here
to a new home that brings on a clannish tear.
Turning forever inside my heart and my head
tender thoughts of loved ones already dead!
Turning continually on my life’s Meccano set,
soon it will be my turn, but not just yet.
Turning on the memories of ‘just yesterday’
they weren’t really, it just seems that way.
Turning my head when a voice calls “Dad”
helping me forget the failures I’ve had!

sonofadam

Wandering through the city lights,
walking slowly watching shadows close,
recalling all those stupid fights,
now wondering who was hurt the most,

Footsteps not yours close to me,
joyous laughter seems abound,
no longer have the responsibility, am free,
but when alone, all things have a lonely sound,

Music blares songs from the past,
my feet tingle and want to move,
momentarily lost to all the good that was cast,
I feel the rythm and beat, am in the groove,

In mind am dancing along the street,
grinning foolishly like an overgrown clown,
staring eyes saying, you, we dont want to meet,
smiling softly within, they will not get me down,

The river shines full of lifes souls,
lapping waves against the sturdy banks,
the murky depths are not one of my goals,
walking with shadows, today, I give thanks.