26.9.2024
Why did I care what would happen,
If I sent him the message verbal or written.
He provoked me after what he did to me unfairly.
I just wanted him to get my message.
"I said no more too.
Not because of your threat to call the Police,
But simply I have nothing left to share and care about this friendship.
It is a shame it ended like this"
Remember, it was me who first suggested to terminate it.
You never replied and I had no idea what you wanted.
I could not read your mind nor know what you have decided.
Who did you thing you are?
Exploited my caring nature.
Remember, to me, you are just a guy with excellent IT knowledge.
Not only you had spoiled the friendship,
But also destroyed part of my life journey.
You have changed completely into another person.
Since I first met you at your second home.
Rather pity and ashamed what has happened.
Looking for my life
Where? Where in the Time? Time? A time of a life? Or a life of the Time?
Time? or just time? Hmm, maybe just a lifetime. Oh, looking just only life
My life for looking … for my life. In the time. Yeah. Called… space of time
Time can be a life? Time-life or lifetime? No. It isn't a timeline. Is it online?
And the line isn’t online, but my life is still online, get my message; flower
A gift to your life from the time gone, still following you my lost dark on life
Be my life, dear looking for my life, that is so far, yeah, your hand is in mine
Dear is not from my life, but dear is my life kind, hmm, a dream of my mind
Just dreaming, and sleeping about your life, but I can not find you, oh, love
Where are you staying? Where? Oh, my unknown life. Still loving your life
Need me please, I haven’t anybody in my life. I live alone, in a single room
Good room, perfect, but for a family, it is not enough, I need your great kind
Looking for my life
I can not find it
I can’t find
Be
My
Life
Some poets, are an island lost at sea
Another day goes by, and still no P.O.T.D.
Other poets, their faces
Their faces are everywhere
Other poets, feel left out
They fall into despair
I'll send an S.O.S. to the soup
I'll send an S.O.S. to the soup
I hope administration gets my
I hope administration gets my
I hope administration gets my message for some poets
We want our P.O.T.D's too
We want our P.O.T.D's too
Every once in a while
Every once in a while
Sometimes it's not so easy
Sometimes I just don't get
Sometimes it's not so easy...to be administrations pet
I'll send an S.O.S. to the soup
I'll send an S.O.S. to the soup
I hope administration gets my
I hope administration gets my
I hope administration get my message for some poets
We want our P.O.T.D.'s too
We want our P.O.T.D.'s too
We want our P.O.T.D.'s too
Every once in a while
Every once in a while
Cheeky Face February 24, 2013
If I die when you’re gone remember my words I love you
I hope you get my message, if you don’t please imagine
You and only you know our feelings for each other
If my life has passed you know it’s forever
Remember the cheeky face of that beautiful woman I met
Those eyes and lovely smile, that smile I wont forget
You are a lovely angel that landed at my scene
I was so happy to have you, the best I’ve ever seen
I’ve seen you all, you know what I mean
I love you my angel, I’ll never let you go
Cheeky and lovely the only way to go
Gerrard McGeachy
A spiritual light kept out of sight.
Too quiet to be heard.
The wings of love could not be spread.
On this fearful little bird.
Silently, the prayer was heard by only it's own ear.
As hope was slowly washed away.
By the pain within a tear.
A meek request is this bird's best.
To try and stop the rain.
It's fearful faith has failed the test.
As it slowly starts to wane.
Where can you go when you don't know?
How to connect with God.
You feel so lost and powerless.
That life just feels so odd.
I'm asking for your prayer's my friend's.
To get my message through.
Until my Robyn flies again.
I don't know what to do.
My Heart, Calls,
For A Hero.
To Sweep me out of my chains.
I will be, here.
Waiting for one day
For your Glow of Victory
To Swipe me and Break this Chains
That Bind Me, against my will.
All keep Singing for you to get my Message.
The Little Will left for you, is what keeps me alive.
Now, your close so hear me, am Here..
Shining like the Pillars Of Venus.
Now hear this Song, that will guide you.
Near me,
I see you now.
I will be happy in your arms
So just keep on the belief and I will be waiting.
For you to defeat, the Darkness that seal me away from you.
Tears of Joy running down my Skin, in just seeing your presence at last.
My Prince
Why do I always torture myself,
writing about things bad,
every time I sit to think a little,
all I feel is sad.
Was my life that bad?,
am I just bitter and scorned?,
why do I find it easier,
to write about thing gone wrong?.
Though my life may not be fulled with joy,
still I am content,
I sort of understand the reasons now,
it's all part of a bigger plan.
Still I struggle to write of things,
that would bring people much joy,
it's just not in my nature I guess,
to write things that make people smile.
Still I ponder,
why I write the way I do,
Snap!!!
Maybe it's the only way,
to get my message through...
M.Mahauariki © 2012
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