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Hearing of that beautiful sunset, you really haven't seen.
It's like the limited knowledge you have as a teen.
So caught up in the who you think you are.
Never truly listening or seeing what seems to be so far.
Like a baby who just wants to be happy and fed.
It seems so easy for our lives and minds to be led.
Then, as our minds starts to mature and grow
It's difficult to find someone who honestly wants to know.
Left with your heart, and a desire to learn
Understanding, feeling, and so much of concern.
Lonely as it seems, and empty as it can be
Keep being kind and patient for all to see.
Love and kindness is a better state of mind.
Understand and you make someone a great find.
Understanding and liking yourself, till fate finds a way
Into your heart one glorious and wonderful day.

From the first time I saw her smile.
An Angel with such beauty and style.
I felt my heart starting to flutter.
Then I knew there could be no other.
Her touch gave me the greatest sensation.
I knew deeply, it was not infatuation.
Self preservation in my mind did ponder.
No one ever touched me in this way.
My heart still feels the desire of that day.
You branded my soul with eternal love.
So I pray to the Man in heaven above.
One day you will feel as do.
Until then, I will be there for you.
Love true, is patient and understanding.
For sure, even very kind and forgiving.
Only those who do will truly ever see.
Real trust and devotion to forever be.
This I will promise forever, if you wish it to be.
Or grow old with no one to inspire.
Become my partner, lover, and loving wife.
Eternal love can be ours for a blessed life.

There will be no chains to shackle me.
I am like the blowing wind.
I can be a nice calm day.
Or a storm that is on its way.
But I will run free.
I come from the time of peace and love.
And you were old if you were thirty or above.
A time where innocence was mine.
A time where mountains were meant to be climbed.
No chains to shackle me.
No ties to bind me.
I will climb this mountain that I see.
I have learned from my life.
Where now age is just a number.
It made me stronger.
I am better now than when I was younger.
I will run free.
Face all the obstacles that are given to me.
There will be no mountain that is to high.
I will get by.

my love sails cross the room to embrace me
merrily
she looks at me with eyes of teary joy
constantly
she does what she wants to
she listens to me
she does what she needs to
nothing's too good for me

as I gaze upon her face divine I sigh
thankfully
ever float above the earth should I touch her
giddily
I do what I want to
I listen to her
I do what I need to
I give my all for her

we shall wander on our journey of adventure
hand in hand
and we'll carry paradise with each step forward
in our land
we do what we want to
we haven't any rules
we do what we need to
we shall never suffer fools

we'll always be together
we could never be without
our hearts glimmer as the stars
for we sing and dance and shout

Rose and a woman

A rose

as the rose bud need water o gown making its root grown strong as the rose bud growns the sun light gives it warmth as the water and the soil gives it the things it needs to grown

And as the rose grows up into a beautiful flower as everyone can see its beauty every day

The woman

As a little girl grows up into a woman

She finds a man

That many gives here the love that makes her heart warm inside

As the man gives her a warm hand and gental heart to here

Making her fall in love with him ,

Like the roots of a rose ,gives her the bond between him and her making the love bewten each other where no man or woman can pull apart

As the man gives here a gental kiss ,for no reason making here know she’s the one for him as the love of a man to his woman bonds the love making the dream come true and makes a life time spending the to together worth living for ,

When the man give his special woman that special kiss goodnight and tells the my love will never die for you .

As every day tell the next will never end



Your so special to me

If love was hiding in a bowl of cherries
Sweet and enticing, not like un-ripened berries
Could you pick it out, choose the one
Or would you fumble, unsure of some

How do you know where it could be?
If they were all plucked from a single tree
Would it be the one hiding, seeming shy?
Or the cherry that simply took your eye

Does hesitation make you unsure?
That love could hide if it was pure
Why wait, why not pick the fruit
What if its wrong, does not suit

Why choose, why not sample them all
Would you become the vain mans fool
What is the thought that holds you back?
You cannot sight feelings lying in the pack

Indecision will make it pass you on by
If the one that’s right you will not espy
Your heart, not eyes, will leave one in the bowl
For it is the one that shines, a radiant soul

For the answer is not the beauty of the skin
The outside tells you nothing of what lies within
True love can seem to hide in a single cherry
But beware, for the fruits of life are many

Promises, promises, all you give are promises.
Issuing such sweet, alluring dirty lies,
Building up my hopes for a better tomorrow.
That will only lead to great sorrow.

Constantly telling me how you will make things better,
How you are such a righteous, unstanding go getter.
Tell me again how much richer, wiser and healthier I will be,
If only to your secret plans I will unconditionally agree.

You instruct me to follow you blindly about,
Never to questions or show any doubt,
Your endless devious drivel gets repeat every day
Telling me never to wander from your path or to stray.

You shout from the roof tops, and whisper in my ear.
That I should blame this one or that one for all that I fear.
You take from my pocket with such stealth.
To ensure I can' have wealth.

You grip my soul, my very being in your hand,
To squeeze out my essence, every last strand.
You wish me to crawl and beg at your feet,
Whilst you tell me one more great myth or deceipt.

Is breaking my spirit your ultimate goal?
Slowly draining the dignity from my very soul?
I am to become your obediant slave?
For the rest of my life until the grave?

Should I be grateful for the few scraps you distainly give?
Is this the way I am now meant to live?
Crushed and destoyed by your cruel lies.
Of a the better life, of endless blue summer skies.

Is this bitter tale about a spitefull love?
Is it a divine cruel beauty that I dare speak ill of?
A siren singly sweetly, luring me to my doom?
What person or thing could cause such dire gloom?

It is not of just one person these lines do speak,
They instead tell of the ignorance and arrogance of a constant sneak.
That orders me to give up every last cent.
It Is My cruel lying Government!

You are my dreams, do you know who you are
Are you the moon, or maybe a bright star
Magic of the night, or warmth of every day
Your words like poetry, send sunny rays

If I am feeling lost, you're my special one
Makes a new day, when the old one is done
Echo of my senses, where past breezes run
Allows me to sit quietly, watch a dying sun

Are you my shadow, where I go, you are there
No need to turn around, I know that you care
Watching over me, especially when I'm sad
Never to be scared of, all good and never bad

Like my inner twin, be a mirror of mine
Inner being waits, for your special sign
Will you remain, or in time fade away
Questions I ask, what will you say?

You're my hidden side, balance in life
If I get overwhelmed, controlling strife
I go to a special place, where I can wait
Until ready, to slip through the opening gate....

Sunday morning, looks like rain
Cars parked along a country lane
The Ramblers are abroad again
Eager for the fray

Checking contents of rucksacks
That they will sling across their backs
In case of rain they carry macs
And so begins their day
______
No spring chickens in this band
As they stride forth across the land
Off they go with sticks in hand
Each one a fearless rover

But It’s not like walking in the town
With nice flat pathways on the ground
And you can bet your very last pound
That someone will fall over
______
It’s not that they are all too old
To be out in the wet and cold
And all in all they’re very bold
To set out on the trek

It’s just that some of them have to fight
To walk and keep themselves upright
And on their feet they’re not so light
One usually hits the deck
______
Muddy patches are the worst
To elderly hikers they’re a curse
And all are wondering who’ll slip first
Sprawled out in a puddle

Are you alright? are the first words spoken
Then they check for bones that are broken
Everyone’s concern has been awoken
As round him they all huddle
______
The dangers out there are untold
It’s not just about the wet and cold
If you fall down when you are old
The outcome could be dire

So put yourself not through the test
Just leave the outdoors to the rest
Who are not so far past their best
And stay home by the fire

i was floating on a cotton bud high up in the sky,
when an angel flew by, and asked me ‘hey, why?’
there’s so much work that needs to be done
here on this earth, so many issues. everyone!

i told the light creature, that i’d had enough,
of humans who’re selfish, uncouth and so rough.
for all his intelligence, man has ruined this world
with plastic, and warheads, and hatred unfurled.

look at the environment, the seas. even space.
the murder of forests, and oceans’ deface.
dead satellites in orbit, we now call space junk,
what’s there to shout about, this planet is sunk!

so the angel got busy, to turn me around,
from my floating carriage, in silent surround.
go back my dear fellow, to the sins of the world,
but look at the goodness, your vision unfurled.

the birds in the skies, chirping and singing away,
the great humpbacks of the oceans, a sight on any day.
the lord of the jungle, with his mighty roar,
and the graceful gazelle, we all love and adore.

there are good people, if you really care to look,
not in the bible, the koran or any other holy book,
but just look around you, and marvel and see
happy children’s faces from any degree.

for that aught be the reason, to strive and to toil,
and make this earth safer for them to grow tall,
the beauty of love, and the tests we must solve
to get goodness remembered, and bad to resolve.

so i floated down gently on the same cotton bud
and got off my carriage, with ne’er a thud.
and looking around me, i was in this room
chockfull of children, and no elbowroom…..

all colours, all sizes. all smiling. .... no gloom.