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Youth, eager to ignite passion's flame;
does not stop and question if love is true.
For their need to belong outweighs their fears;
a desire so strong it's hard to ignore.
Lovers blinded by the aura of love;
shun all reason as feelings zero in.
For fantasies and possibilities;
tickle libidos, muting silent screams.
Doubt dissects dreams with a scalpel of truth,
as reality tears your world apart.
And your heart bears the scars of betrayal;
inflicted by promises, rife with lies.
The pain that love inflicts is troublesome,
debatably, more to shun than embrace.
And yet, under the surface of mistrust,
hope resonates with the beat of your heart.
Written: January 1st, 2026 / Music is uploaded to accompany these lyrics
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[Verse 1]
Hey boo boo
The rain was the first thing I heard today,
Your beat remains, a quiet thrum in my chest.
I don’t know why it felt so strange—
Like time was a thread we almost let rest.
But something inside me finally opened,
a truth I had hidden too long.
Wherever the night pulls your shadow,
That’s where my spirit belongs.
[Pre-Chorus]
No one can measure the hours,
No one can promise the dawn.
So I’m gonna hold you a little bit closer,
as if every moment is borrowed.
[Chorus]
If the sky fell quiet, I’d stay with you.
If the lights all faded, I’d stay with you.
Let the world keep turning, or let it fall through—
I’d still choose the warmth of your breathing.
Stay until the stars come down,
stay until the stars come down.
I’d stay with you.
[Verse 2]
When the world gets loud, we lose our way,
We miss the mercy that lies under decay.
But you are the quiet in my choice,
The light that keeps the dark at bay.
And even when the winds seem to break us,
I believe that we might survive.
Your name is the place I often return to,
The heartbeat that ensures me I'm alive.
[Pre-Chorus]
Nothing is written forever,
nothing is promised to stay.
So I’m gonna love you with all that I carry,
As if this breath were the last one of the day.
[Chorus]
If the sky fell quiet, I’d stay with you,
If the lights all faded, I’d stay with you.
Let the world keep turning, or let it fall through—
I’d still choose the warmth of your breathing.
Stay until the stars come down,
stay until the stars come down.
I’d stay with you.
[Bridge]
Right here—
Where quiet is a song,
Where your hand erases shadows.
Right here—
where the delicate becomes bold,
And your heartbeat meets mine.
[Final Chorus]
If the world silent, I'd be right there,
If the stars went dark, I'd be right there.
Let the world keep turning, or let it fall through—
I’d still choose the warmth of your breathing.
Stay until the stars come down,
stay until the stars come down.
I’d stay with you. boo boo
It's the lack of grattitude,
It's the wanton desire.
It's the hopeless attitude,
It's the planet on fire.
It's the cost of living,
It's the war in Ukraine.
It's the unforgiving,
It's the realm of mundane.
It's the rise of insanity,
It's the falling of tears.
It's the search for humanity,
It's the preying on fears.
It's the blatant hypocrisy,
It's the bevy of crimes.
It's the death of Democracy,
It's the sign of the times.
It's the friendly neighbor,
It's the giggling child.
It's the honest labor,
It's the undefiled.
It's the sacrifice tendered,
It's the "None Left Behind."
It's the spirit unrendered,
It's the "One Of A Kind."
It's the cop on the beat,
It's the doctor on call.
It's the teacher so sweet,
It's the light in us all.
It's the Museum of Art,
It's the March of Dimes.
It's the hopeful heart,
It's the sign of the times.
I AM THE SON OF A BASTARD SON
I am the son of a bastard son,
He did not’t know his father, never met him or talked to him.
He had no example, he had no man of his own flesh and blood to turn to.
I am the son of a bastard son,
He did not know his father, but he knew the Father.
He went to schools that abused him, he was in a world that abused him.
But he never ran and fought for what was right.
I am the son of a bastard son.
He did not know his father, but he knew many people who taught him.
And he hearkened his ear to wisdom.
He kept hearkening his ear to wisdom and he fought and never ran.
I am the son of a bastard son,
And he used to take me to church where I learned of the Father and the Son.
And I sang.
I am the son of a bastard son.
And I used to run.
I ran and ran and ran, but my heart was as big as the sun.
I am the son of a bastard son.
And he taught me logic and reason and truth.
And with that logic and reason and truth I learned compassion.
I am the son of a bastard son.
And with my compassion I tried to save the world.
And the pain of the world began to beat down on me.
And the pain of my brethren began to beat down on me, so that I felt I had to run.
And the pain of my sisters began to beat down on me, so that I could not bear it.
And I ran.
And my father, the son of a bastard son.
He said, my son, you cannot run.
You must stand my son.
You must accept that about the world which you must accept and change that,
which you can change, and do the best you can.
For you are an imperfect creature and how can an imperfect creature expect to
live in a perfect world?
You must not run my son, you must stand and do the best that you can.
And I was on the edge of death about to take my own life.
And the Mother above said, you can run my son.
You can run and I will receive you.
But if you stand, if you stand, if you stand my son, then you will be a man.
And so I stood.
I am the son of a bastard son.
He did not know his father.
And because long ago he decided that his son would not be a bastard son.
Because he decided to stand and never ran, I am a man.
grey clouds flooded my vision,
the darkness stayed lining the walls to my sorrow soul,
never felt as those I belonged in this world but only to exist, in my troubled mind.
I suspected that this was really it,
the endless supply of coldness to my heart,
to never feel the rumble of a beat.
to never again experience that breath taking moment,
until one day my grey clouds where parted,
the glory of the most amazing uncommon very beautiful sun shined through.
my darkness visited from time to time,
but never stayed for long,
with him I no longer feel has those I don't belong,
because when I'm in his arms,
I know where I belong.
he's smile brightens my world,
his breath supplies warmth to my heart,
I finally felt the rumble again.
the moment my eyes took in his beauty,
and I remember being breathless again,
every moment we spend together are breathless,
I love him more then I did before.
written by Davina browne
1/03/15
Sometimes life's a happy song
With nothing bad going wrong
Days are full of happy bliss
Like heaven sent down a kiss
Of peace, love, tranquility
Enjoyment for you and me
But other days are not as sweet
They can make you feel beat
Filled with times that are unpleasant
Becoming so unhesitant
That they will flip back again
To the happy days back when
Peace would follow and surround
You with no unhappy sound
That would burst this tranquil bubble
Letting back in all the trouble
You've been trying to avoid
Making you again annoyed
That all your days can't be full
Of this sweetness and not bull
But your learning to adjust
When the world's pain has to bust
This bubble keeping you safe
But a smiles on your face
Knowing it's not long until
Your peaceful bubble starts to fill
With joy you've been waiting for
More happy days to explore
Marble Stars of David and Marble Crosses
75th Anniversary-D-Day
June 6, 1944
Gratitude to all soldiers who
died on D-Day.
Unless all nations had decided
to end Hitler's rule!
And nations were willing to call
evil for what it was,
The Fuhrer and his madmen
might still be in power now.
We compare our leaders to that
madman?
How utterly juvenile, shameful
and maddeningly futile.
You can see which group who is
dedicated to stopping total free
speech, or what we can see,
hear or read.
Hitler did the same.
Remember?
They beat people who were not
of the Third Reich thinking.
Killed not only Jews,but also
gypsies,Christians even Greek
Jews, too. And countless more.
Suppression is going on here,
and it sets my heart to sinking.
When will we stop harming others
for their beliefs or thinking?
D-Day gets almost zero attention
in America.
I was moved by the marble Stars
of David and marble crosses at
Normandy!
Where thousands died to save you
and me.
Yes, from all nations!
9,000 plus buried in hallowed
ground.
A number, far from small.
But, in those days, people did
understand:
If you do not have freedom to
be politically and religiously
free,
You don't have freedom at all.
No poem I ever write equals the
valor of a soldier.
Wear a uniform is San Francisco
hired protestors spit on you!
That shows me how precarious
our freedom is.
It comes with a price.
The price is your willingness to
stand for this country and not
allow it to be treated as a joke.
++In memory the greatest,who
not only fought but came back
and built this American nation.++
Mein Kampf is still very popular in a
certain part of the world.
Check where online! Gross!
June 6, 2019
Noon PST
Lift yourself slowly,
beat time thoroughly,
and don't skip process,
what progress undress!
A good start off fright,
doesn't light each night,
but puts fear behind,
doubt and hope combined.
No matter how small,
push through as you crawl...
mind not a rough start,
but take dream(s) to heart.
Avoid distraction;
cum satisfaction,
on how it should be-
which your plan(s) foresee!
It doesn't matter,
how your plans scatter,
the field study's sketch
of what you could fetch.
From the point of sale,
your head fix and scale,
with timing prowess,
to last night's calmness
Waiting for success,
morning puts to stress,
in delightful pain
cum monetary gain.
Be it as it may,
hustle everyday,
for daily bread's sake,
and nice future cake.
But never hold past
mistakes in contrast,
to why present fail.
do avoid its jail!
That could lock focus,
tied to its locus-
where the two do meet...
draw wants to defeat.
Needs future rest on,
if present has won
focus over fear,
that learned of past tear.
Future would have shape,
when past tears escape.
present then rebuild
dreams to be fulfilled.
On the turntable I spin these songs
Memories of my life
From Floyd to Zepplin
My scars run deep
As I watch that black circle spin
The labels all different
All unique lessons in life
Expectations lost along the way
As the tunes play in these old ears
I think about things I should have done
Directions I avoided because of fear
From Hysteria to New Jersey
Love lost and gained
No sense of accomplishment
Lost in insecurity
A mark for society
A beat down of confidence from all angles
I lost touch of me
I was a mere boy in a young man's skin
Lost track of life
Nowadays I spin past the regrets
Lift the needle of despair off
I focus on the music of my life now
Two beautiful kids and a wife of 14 years
I still spin those vinyl to reminisce and hold to some part of my past
The future is full of reissues with better results
The turntable of life will spin to the end and I will enjoy every label I see
and carry on with positivity and love for my family and the friends that come once in a great album.
Midnight is dwelling at
the Midnightboundary of two worlds,
With one encroaching on the other,
Fighting to cloak it.
Midnight is standing at the centre of a coliseum,
Amid so many voices,
Crowding the mind,
Flooding the thoughts.
Midnight is going through a cabinet of files,
Permuting and shuffling,
They keep going back to their former state,
Mystery spells the day.
Midnight is going on a voyage,
The waves beat vehemently on the boat,
The weather changes intermittently,
Sunshine’s hands are feeble.
Midnight is seeking answers in the sacred book,
It tells us to persevere but
doesn’t take the weight entirely off,
It beams its light on a road that seems endless.
Midnight is trying to decipher the writings on the wall,
They’re sometimes too blurry,
They're sometimes too inky,
They sometimes interface.
September 11, 2022.
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 14 Poetry Contest,
Mark Toney.