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Tears trickle down the cheek so
Over what I do not know
Words exchanged in heated form
Only to be left on deaf ears alone
Was either right or so
Tis not matter for the harm be done
Pride and fear came about to do their harm
And tears trickle down the cheek so
Ahh but the darkest hand moves swift
In unjust form
Words but unheard, left unknown
The silence burns the day and glows in the night
As tears trickle down the cheek so
Judgments made to do harm
Ahhh how they highlight unknown flaws
Made from the unheard words
Emotions confound
Ahhh but the scorn of an intimate trust
Tears trickle down the cheek so
To accept my blame I must
To accept all the blame I cannot trust
Yet tear trickle down the cheek so
For what I do not know
Words repeated over and over but left unheard
Tis not so, they were left not understood
They were left not wanting to be known
For pain goes deep in the soul
Scars cover the heart so
A barrier to the known
And tears trickle down the cheek so
For what I do not know
But the darkest hand moves swift
All compassion gone.

Beat fast your little wings
why we wait your arrival
and all that you bring and sing
on changing gales of spring!
Who’s content for your revival?
Listening to your competition
calling away your love
with all of his composition.
So build fast your cozy nest
Before all the dry twigs best
Are plucked or hidden
Away by the new grasses.
Spring is coming soon.

one day you're gonna want her. that girl that knew she wasn't perfect,but try to be for you.that girl who wanted nothing more than to be there for you,and loving you was the only way she could.the girl who sees your flaws but values them as much as your strengths.that girl who can't bring herself to hate you,even sometimes you probably deserve it.the girl that should have you, but doesn't.'

no matter how many tears no matter how much my heart breaks no matter how much you hate me thanks no matter how life ends no matter the reason my friend thanks no matter why im sorry no matter if you don't love me thanks just thanks

While the spark of my youth
Ignites this old mind,
I can still feel the influence
Of my passion, less time.

So,why mustn't I venture out for a run?
When the unbridled chase
Is only half the fun.

July 18, 2013

Tis a story told of long ago
In the outback of Australia
Where dingos roam to hunt for food
And goannas in sunlight basking
Twas there the story goes to say
Lived Malu - Barti - Watou

Now he was green and he was mean
No animal did like him
Made his home amongst the rocks
And Spinifex for shelter
Woe to anything bold enough
Near his lair to tread

A hunter bold and brave
One day did venture outwards
No-one gone so far afield
Looking for provisions
Listened not to stories told
Of Malu - Barti - Watou

Hunter hunted far and wide
For food to feed his family
Travelled nearer, always closer
Following mob of kangaroo
Round the rocks they jumped so quick
Right into deadly danger

A flash of green, was barely seen
As it grabbed all kangaroos
Where once been ten, not one to see
So quickly did it happen
The hunter stopped and stared in shock
'cause of Malu - Barti - Watou

Trembling knees and sweating brow
Twas then the tales remembered
Turned and ran to save his life
Across the stony, rocky desert
Home he ran to tell the tale
Of Malu - Barti - Watou

When will I die?
Are we really going to have huge job losses starting September 27?
Why does God let bad people get away with all their crap?
Did the dinosaurs die off, or just turn into chickens and bald eagles?
Was life better when we just had 200 million people on the planet?
How do aliens exist in space that is so vast it boggles the mind?
When are we going to get hard evidence of Bigfoot?
Are the poor people of India really happier than the rich in the USA?
When are we going to have a really good president again like Kennedy?
When are we going to visit Mars and the moons of Jupiter and Saturn?
When will we have electric cars that are affordable?

where are you?
are you on the clouds
or on the back of a bird
or on the back of a fish?

where are you?
are you on the top of Ural mounatains
or in the greens of the Sunderban
or on the bank of the Mahanadi?

where are you?
are you in your hospital
or playing with some granny
or buying cakes in the big bazaar?

where are you?
never mind, be happy.
smile always just like
the rose attached here for you.

I SPELL IT LIKE THIS BECAUSE; HE REFERRED TO OUR MOM; AS HIS MUDDA! MOST LIKELY NEW YORKERS HAVE A SPECIAL DIOLOGUE THAT ONLY TRUE NEW YORKERS CAN UNDERSTAND; THAT SEPARATES US FROM ANY OTHERS; WHO REFER TO THEIR MOMS AS MOTHER! MY STEP FATHER WAS A LOW LIFE, AND RALPHIE TOOK A JOB WITH THE POST OFFICE, AND BROUGHT IN MORE MONEY THAN THE LOW LIFE COULD EVER PROVIDE! I WAS A KID AND DIDN"T REALIZE THAT MONEY TOOK YOU TO THE TOP OF THE SLIDE! BLESS YOU BROTHER WHEREVER YOU ARE! I SHALL ALWAYS ADDRESS YOU AS; MY TRUE STAR!