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I was waiting for my time to come, to rest my weary head
And looked upon the things I’ve done, and never looked ahead
To times to come, when days are done, when we lie alone in bed
What does it mean, this life alone, when all is done and said.

The poet weeps
She has her own way of crying,
Her tears fall in her words,
Sometime she feels them flying,
Like the soulful songs of the birds,
Some people's tears are salted,
As they fall on the cheeks,
Her tears are in the pen,
She writes what she weeps.
She cries the words of her heart,
Her tears come from out of her soul.
She writes quietly in the dark,
Of tears that never show.
A poet's tears fall,
Where they may not be heard.
With a pen she cries,
Each tear becomes the word.
She has her own way,
Of healing her broken heart.
The words come so easy in the dark.
Some people cry salted tears,
As they run down the cheeks,
Words are the tears,
That the poet weeps.

She would swim with the dolphins ,

In the sea,

In her dreams there is nothing she can't do or be,

She only wants to escape reality,

And for awhile she soars free,

Imaginary life,

sometime helps her escape,

The real world that surrounds her.

With her unknown fate,

She would soar the sky,

a butterfly,

A fairy tale princess,

who is saved,

By a knight in shining armor,

Making a cold lonely night seem warmer.

Than the morning comes,

and her dreams fade.

Reality awakens her in the sunrise,

Stealing her away from her imaginary life.

When she was a child,

Fairy tales had a happy ending,

And for awhile,

It was fun pretending,

But she learns to well,

Life is no fairy tale,

Sometime a princss never becomes a queen.

Only if she closes her eyes,

She can live her dream,

in a imaginary life,

Taking her away from reality,

She would swim with the dolphins in the sea.

And for awhile she soars free.

Lord I don't have talent and I don't have money
I don't have connections to get me somewhere
I don't have a girl to call me honey

I don't have a wife to come home to
The songs I write are all just lonely
And lonely always gets left there

I look tall in the moon light but some things are hard to bear
When there's a silent shadow on the wall
Lonely always gets left there

And what's in the morning but another day
I'll be thankful if there's sun light to be my company
The only one who cares

And come the evening I'll start believing
Cause it's happened before never a knock on the door
And lonely always gets left there

I'm too sad to sing but not too sad to write
I'm too tired to dream
But I'll dream tonight

I'm too blue to cry
But not too blue to say what makes me blue
I guess I'm just missing you

Winter lingers on the sky is gray again
There's a red bird resting on a limb
Wish that little red bird would sing a hymn

Cause I'm too blue to cry
But not too blue to say what makes me blue
I guess I'm just missing you

Talk to me Silence
So I will find out
I'm not alone
In the world
Where life is a shadow
Of survival syndrom
Please talk to me
Silence......

No man is an island
That's what they say
Seems I've been stranded here forever and a day

A place where friday never came
And no story can be written
About a man with no name

The sunset looks like an echo upon the waves
No one can hear me all my dreams are adrift forever gone
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Why do you think am I ugly with that gross look you give me?Why do you think I am invisible why you ignore me?Why do you think I stink why you move away from me?Why you calling me deaf?Why you calling me useless?Why you calling me dumb? Many questions I ask you, but yet so many truths you don’t tell. Why?Before you met me I had the best, the richest, and the famous smile in my face.You’ve seen them smile on screen. Before you met me I’ve talked to the best, the richest, and the famous in person.You’ve talked to them on the internet.Before you met me I had the best, the richest, and the famous ask me to sit by them.You’ve had a picture of them by your side.I've owned a million dollar house.You rent a house.I've owned a million dollar boat.You own a rubber boat.I've owned a helicopter.You own a kite.I've owned a Lamborghini.You own a Mazda.I've travelled the world.You've travelled your country. I've met the best in the world.You've met the best in your country.I’m in a wheelchair now.The closest you will get is a ride in a wheelbarrow.I’m on a walking frame now.The closest you will get is crutches.I walk with a leg brace & a limp now.The closest you will get is a leg cast.I played lots of sports,but now I’m just one of them on the side line.I have barriers now.You have none.I can do certain things you can do,but many I cannot.I take pills for the rest of my life now.You take pills for a headache.My dreams are miles away now.Yours are right next to you.Once you read what my life was like before it will tell you there was more to me than what you see.Before I ended up like this I use to discriminate the disabled,weak,ugly,and odd.I made fun of the disabled,weak,ugly,and odd.Anything for a good laugh and attention.One night a friend & I stopped to help a few strangers,but thanks to that night it changed what I thought of the disabled,weak,ugly,and odd.That night changed me forever....for the better in small ways,for the worse in bigger ways.When I was in that rehab centre I met disabled people who lived a life I wish I had.I met unemployed people,plumbers, cops,lawyers,teachers,etc.All who have a mental and/or physical disability now.I met rich people whose family main concern was their wealth and not them.I met those who could speak many languages,but now they struggle to say one word. I had family members and strangers talk to me as if they had a Masters Degree in disabilities,but yet they had none of the kind. I had family members and strangers talk loudly to me as if I was deaf,but yet did they know they were making me deaf.I had family members and strangers who thought they knew what was best for me,but really they only knew what was best for them. So much I wanted to try,but yet so much I wasn’t allowed too. So much I knew I could do on my own,but yet so much they didn’t want to see,as they knew they would lose the title of controlling me. I was smothered and babied when I really wanted was some breathing space.I needed to know for myself what my strength and weaknesses were,and I wasn't gonna know if they didn't know.Since living in this world life is harder now than it was before.Disrespect waits for me every day. Hardship waits for me every day.The only time I get none of that is when I’m around people with the same physical and/or mental disability as I.You hear it.You see it.You read it.You don’t know what this world is really like until you live it.I try to hide it,I try to deny it,but the more I try the more it stands out.This world I live now has made me show respect to the disabled,weak,ugly,and odd.This is a world I’m sorry I discriminated.One day....At any time....At any place....For no apparent reason, you could end-up on the HMS Disabled.Don't say it will never happen to you, because that’s what I said until now,

Flat tired flat broke
A cowboy without a saddle
And I'm out of rope

No matter where I travel
Land or sea her memory
Always stays afloat

Every night I sleep beneath a thousand mile sky
With all those stars shinning down
But sleep don't come till early dawn I yawn
Drinking flat coffee as I drive to town

Flat tire no spare
I think I've been there before
Flat tired flat broke I can't take anymore

If there is a song, there must be words,
If there is night , there must be day
If there is a body, there must be soul,
If there is a step , there must be trace,
If there is darkness, there must be light.
Every star has its own piece of sky,
Every sea has a drop of rain.
Each apple has a place to fall,
Each thief has something to stole
Every day is rough and
Every night comes quietness
Do I want to change this world?
Or can I accept as it is?