elsewhere Poetry (7)

dear lord i'll take that sword always ready to fight the hoard you know me and know i've always believed those first dreams when i was young knowing your work is never done im here to serve to do your work helping people is your good work i'll never forget are first day thank you jesus for letting me pray

hey jim i know you dream just like the shaman rest in peace you broke on through to the otherside still asking a baby to light your fire a poet a writer you set the world on fire i know your reading this poem because i wrote it for you saying thanks jim morrison thanks for being you

money doesn't make the man the man makes the money so he can get all the honeyies don't be a silly bunny that makes me laugh am i really that funny when your old and alone what good is the money possessions and material things might get you a plastic honey true love is what counts just like your evil money you silly bunny maybe i am mr funny you big dummy maybe buy a expensive casket to be buried with your evil money honey

i close my eyes say a prayer kiss you gently saying nighty night it's you i only have in sight your picture what gets me through these lonely chicago nights two peas in a pod that's a true dreamers delight thanking the the angels were safe tonight it's them that helped shine the light to your beautiful smile warm heart isn't that a beautiful site never stop dreaming is the motto of the true dreamers delight with that in mind sweetheart sweetdreams and nighty night

always has a ear listens without judgement that's why she's so dear i love my baby we don't have to speak at the rite hour or any day of the week are connection is love my angel from up above so i wrote this poem to show her all my love she has a beautiful laugh and a pretty smile a sweet personality that makes me forget about the miles god was kind to show me my angel from ohio when i think of her time stands still dreamers again but this time for real dreams come true for those who believe that's why me and my baby were always meant to be

When i think about you all i have to do is close my eyes and your their distance and fate is completely erased in my mind just seeing your sweet face the thought of holding you makes my heart stop just long enough to hand it to you i know you will keep it safe not wanting to see tears run down my face your a beautiful person with a heart to match so i wrote you this poem cuz i want are friendship to last until we are together at last

roses are red violates are blue if my dream girl doesn't write me soon im going to write a super weird blog so i can fight with you