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I’m at the gate
Waiting, bright is the house

On the boundary I lean
Seeing the happy, smiling people at home

Does anyone notice, I’m calling
Was I ever there

Here I am in the dark, silent
please

I’m cold, my legs getting tired

How much longer can I stand
Alone looking in

Does anybody see me
What’s wrong with me

I would like to say hello
My voice is gone

It’s been so long
They’ve moved on

Forgotten

Yesterdays bring sadness
But much more laughter
Hey! Unforgettable experiences
Many struggles but,
Here you are surviving still.

Life is tough and scary
Stand up and welcome tomorrow
Like innocent yet brave
Think like you're not too old but young to worry for tomorrow.

Pray and be brave!

<MY THOUGHTS> like BEE GEES....

Thoughts were all that I had, I think I was mad ,because all those crazy times...My thoughts
that come when it wants, to turn into romance or just an insane world, it is only thoughts that drive me to deep hole or take me to the top, anyway it goes....
I know after all those times ,dont smoke cigarette or another stuff.... my girl asked me for a time,and she needs thinks and hope that I understand.....
Well now I think I must tell
all those words i have kept
I can´t bear anymore....Oh my
Thoughts were all that I had
I think I am mad for all those times passed, such thoughts that come and that goes, Baby please dont let me alone, without you is really down... my words are all I have, I think I am mad because all those crazy times, my words
are all that I have, that takes me to rest ,when I get excess. , my thoughts will never let me lone,
it always in my heart , untill I finally die

soul's message carved in your smile
secret caves and odour curves...
full score hours,drawing times
and far off seasons...so close...
easy-dozy life,late-night,lady laze...
sunday morning,your pepermint spirit
inspiring me,quiet nicely ...
colours beyond the Mirror of sentiments
silent miscellany,thema lavenda pastel
hazy touch in the hazel and smell...

All was set too far from,Thou love given new Alive....
And thee cant found wounds,By whom and which knives.
But only thee love can put,And things all with Same....
At last found in thou all,Why been here i all came.

But regrets still found thee,And same ask hide past....
And by all mean still go with,All not same,in world vast.
But was wrong with feel same,Each one try to hold Neck....
And was all set leave all hope,Thought of thou brought back.

Of course you are
You're the star
Step right in
Let's begin

What are you going for
20,30,40,50 or more
You better keep score
There are she devils
And he devils

The whole crazy gosh darn lot
Contact someone tell 'em what you got
Go on mate
Look for a "date"
Before its too late

Nice! I think you've got it
This will be sort of like a hit
Have you ever inhaled
Been jailed
Or nailed
What about failed
Impaled

Oh geesh I went too far
Did you know I play the guitar

You want to build up your rapport
So you can keep looking for
The bestest one you adore
We're like a little candy store

Now did you say you like the shore
What about the dance floor
Do you snore
You have money so you're not poor
That's great and totally understood
Well done, really, really good

Wait..just hold on minute
Don't say anymore
I met you before
Aren't you Iknowhowtospinit

Oh, but you're new on here
Of course you are
Your "hello" is great
Like some kind of bait
Do we look like fish
Yeah...you wish

Good luck
You F.....k

No I'm not going to say it
I'm sweet, I just delete
And trust me, its for your benefit
Stop the insane delusional repeat
And retreat

We've got all your numbers
Hey, do you like cucumbers

Long golden hair hung down to her waist, such Beauty I have never seen.
For there she lay, one leg outstretched the other half bent with her back resting upon a tree
A snow white dove lay in her cupped hands resting upon bent knee
She turned and smiled at me as I walked by then raised her hands up high
The dove took to the air, I watched it circle in the sky
Then as I gazed back down to where my lady lay
To my surprise my Angel had gone and all that were left to be seen, where a pile of large white feathers, where once my lady had been.

Copyright Peter R Bolton. 20.10.2017

Easy going
Warm wind blowing
Carrying me

Getting lost in a meadow
Grasshoppers jumping, flowers bowing
Greeting me

Sun shining
Bees buzzing, birds singing
For me

Dancing, swinging
A rainbow of pencils
From the blue skies falling at me

I keep reaching out and catching pencils
To draw the picture
Of a summer day

Scatter all the blossoms
What we desire most in life
Be it the rose or the nightingale
Or a child’s first spoken word
What more do we want from time
Birds and flowers flowing red
Imagery that does not illustrate
Or at night as we lie awake
Watching a moth and a candle
Waxen tears and singed wings
Both meeting an end becoming
Just a reflection in our eyes
Remembering where we came
Knowing where we are
And what more do we want
Time or time immortal

Silently, whilst the phoenix sleeps on his perch
On the tree, it leaves the canopy in the lurch
In which the willow weeps, embers of golden fire crackling
A creator struggles to produce a ballad of inspiration,
That as the rose slowly unfurls
Its the epitome of passion and persuasion
As petals grow, unwittingly beautiful
Old as the resembelence of a royal Earl too
And the stem of growth is a sheer emerald green
That warrants not everything is meant to be seen
As the passion begins to teem with a scene
That whirls into a revelation of repute
Building up the families of the dispute
Two parties flock to the scene, in which,
The paternal figures both turn angry red
As all becomes war and bloodshed
In the tears, as it unfolds, the story is a stone of gold
Mirrored in the grief that's taken from the monentious day
The tears wash the emotion and the sadness away
Memories still gathered at the time, but are toasted
By either families with a glass of red wine.