O that tender little time!
to wish it more as long as
the greatest shore!
That was cleansed by love
and removed all gloom and pain
and remaining; the tears
of all mothers and fathers
weeping holding seashell
voices of baby songs
O, what little time!
no more than thimble that we
make miracles!
and for me; I keep my seashell
upon the shore of that greatest
ocean called forever!
:: ~~ ::
And here I sit shattered upon a ruinous estate
All the world as glass looking through to me
was nothing but a shadow now more of the lesser and the church bells
singing a beginning or ending its ringing
such the dance of death and life!
::01-15-2024::
SAY say, be awhile girl
lay lay a while hiding
within this world
so cruel a world
and now you say want to
start something new
oh girl ->
how the world is cruel
and does a heart feel
strong enough girl
don’t want to see you
sad //just remember
there’s a lot of evil
out there, oh baby
and i rememeber how
you smiled baby love you
wishing you remember
the world is hard to get
by baby as a child of
love and how you smile
oh baby it’s a hard
world and so hard to
get by upon a smile girl
ad always remember
how i saw you as a child
so if you leave now
Oh, girl it’s a hard world
so hard to get by baby
on a smile girl
and love is a blue sky
girl singing about love
:: 10162015 ::
Young man bring me your life
let me take a look at you
so young i see a lot of me
in you a lot like my son
Take a look around your life
and see the echoes of me
saying i love life
saying i love you
two thousand acres
in a paradise i saw how
the blue-jay never gets lost
Saying how you look inside
my eyes and it’s so true
tilling a fields full of
lullaby’s //and it doesn’t mean
how fast you were and now
i’m so alone in a house now
I say love me old soul
say how paradise is a
road that hugs you
You look inside my eyes
singing how I was first
and last…sweet dreams
mean so much to me when
time is past rolling over you
Oh! Take a look at how i need
someone believes in me
~~ how the wheels roll
across how my old man was
so alike me and i keep rolling
across the hills keeping life
alive and it’s true how the
hills roll over me and you
it’s a lot like you a lullaby
and now times goes so fast
:: 10162015 ::
Baby sleeps beneath dreams
white sheets and i almost
fell into the hole of your
life
Maybe someday you’ll choose
the one ; so many souls,
love how you scatter like
ice to heat upon life
and how i remember your crown
;the princess with crowds
who sing, “you’re the same
as me!”
/and how the world spins
beneath you like a heart
lost in turmoil and danger
% we’re getting older %
(so much the same as me!)
Who realizes, who chose you?
love never does show you
how life swallows light
and you came down as my angel
(while I’m getting older)
and i always love
i always love how you
lived and now just a ray
of light And there’s no time
left for losers, sweet dreams
live all because you left
singing, “All because i loved
you.” And the ice scattered
like swans upon a pond speaking
“we always love you”
:: 10162015 ::
LAUGHING, hoping, crying
waiting, wishing you are
the one i dreamed of //
crying…
my heart keeps on a falling,
all night while . . .
waiting hoping you’ll come
back to me
// laughing, waiting hoping
you come back while i wait
i feel so useless hoping
you see i’m waiting
for you
crying…my fears keeping
me useless –> falling so feeling
so useless, waiting hoping
thing’s change while hoping
you’ll come back to me
:: 10152015 ::
i have a dry heart without color
— and watch me go.
i am the beggar on the street
begging for a soul,
watching how beautiful people go.
i see a row of living flowers
all colors but never turning black.
i see how your sun-dress flows,
and i see a line of lovers
some turn their heads.
i am always besides myself
waiting for you through the door
watching the doorknob turn.
i say my lungs are blue and if I
open my eyes what shall i see.
I see a door so painted black
and wish you’d turn your head
and listen to the words of my soul.
a heart so full of colors and flowers
that will never turn black,
looking inside myself i see ribs
that shall never turn black
facing facts — i see a blue-jay too
looking for her nest and my love
laughs with me and I see a black door
with no doorknob and see how love goes
by and I still turn my head
wishing love to visit my soul
uh huh hmm…uh huh hmm…turning black
she turns her head and fills my
darkest black //
:: 10142015 ::
i have a dry heart without color
— and watch me go.
i am the begger on the street
begging for a soul,
watching how beautiful people go.
i see a row of living flowers
all colors but never turning black.
i see how your sundress flows,
and i see a line of lovers
some turn their heads.
i am always besides myself
waiting for you through the door
watching the doornob turn.
i say my lungs are blue and if I
open my eyes what shall i see.
I see a door so painted black
and wish you’d turn your head
and listen to the words of my soul.
a heart so full of colors and flowers
that will never turn black,
looking inside myself i see ribs
that shall never turn black
facing facts — i see a bluejay too
looking for her nest and my love
laughs with me and I see a black door
with no doorknob and see how love goes
by and I still turn my head
wishing love to visit my soul
uh huh hmm…uh huh hmm…turning black
she turns her head and fills my
darkest black //
:: 10142015 ::
TO the beautiful woman
in blue and white
apple-bite smiles
,butterfly lash.
From far flung lands
of beaches so white
a California delight
your smile caught
in perpetual light
I devour the pearl
of your eyes,
slend kiss-finger
let me embrace the rays
of your eternal fire!
:: ~~ ::
Yearning, crying, waiting
I was hoping I could
try, year, and wait
and my eyes keep on
falling tears waiting
yearning and crying
trying — so I’m
waiting just for you!
So, in hoping cause
you’re the one I love
why, crying all night long
wishing someday soon
something changes so
you’ll be all just mine
and thank God I’m
alive just for you!
:: ~~ ::
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