Work Poems (218)

Under a harsh electric glare we wear ourselves out,
While the old lady sings of love, long lost.
Undulating fervour takes us to three,
In the morning, cold now,
you cling to me

Good morning, as you rise and shine
Another day in life is here
The hour has come to redefine
Your journey ‘cross the wild frontier
Beneath a sky, in cobalt hue
You’ll stroll along your merry route
While I hope all the best for you
As you continue your pursuit.



Good morning, as the moonlight fades
And you begin your daily chores
The dawn is bright; open the shades
Then, dream until each wish is yours
Throughout the day, you’ll move in stride
As I hold your heart in each prayer
Every time that you look outside
You’ll know that I am waiting there.



Good morning, as you greet the world
Once more, your life begins anew
A fresh beginning has unfurled
And brought your goals within your view
While you seek to embrace your dreams
I’ll wish you well, ‘til day is done
I’ll keep you safe, beneath my beams
Have a great day! Regards, the sun.

ah the toes found the sheet's, heads still countin sheep, R E M......... ha just a peep. . . . started 12:01 that I know, tossing an turning, shit seem's tonight sall I know . . . . ah that's better now, dreams comin in oh alarm did i set it oh not again . . . . whose dogs barkin anyway, wish i could sleep, wish i could stay!

I looked to the distant vision we concieved, I have delighted in all we feed.! whence we threw our lives too dust, I created a sword for you to thrust. a heart i seached for thee to feel. whence my emotions you do steal. I care not for thee today,or of yesteryear, you name i dare to mutter clear. It took a life to pass before we ever believed, "visions we dare but see ,never share or for that concieve...!

I saw a kid standing in the dark of night
He may be at the age of 4 or 5
He was at the court yard holding
A big bowl, filled with water
And he stated to laugh and laugh
B cuz he saw the full moon reflects in that bowl
He thought, he got that moon in his hand
And he was happy, very happy, as ever seen.

we were up there in the mountains,me and brumby bill. we were cutting for a cocky, we had ourselves a sthil.. sthil a little buety it cuts through wood like cheese ..ahh and the mountain tops were ringing for the sound of falling trees

Iwas punished for my sincere love
With a knife in my heart
My heart bleeds so much
I can't stop it.

I was punished for my sincerity
With maany lies and dreams without reasons
Witha message which made me feel a clown
A clown of u enjoy with my true feelngs.

I was punished because I belived
Still exists someone sincere
But he wakes me up with a slap
Of his words on my face.

He’s younger
A bit of a rebel
I assume by his self inflicted
Tattoos
"Love"
"Hate"
On each arm
Other symbols I don’t
Recognize
Still…
Very handsome
Refined visage
Fans of fringed eyelashes
And we flirt
An excuse to “high-five”
To steal a touch
Hands warm and soft
He is edgy or
Not
We look at each other across
The room
We pass
As if we are strangers
Still…
He drops what he is doing
To help me with my work
A gentleman in hiding
And I knew where to look