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Little drops of water wash the largest stone away.
They won't do it in an hour or even in a day.
Once those drops get started, you can kiss that stone good-bye.
Those little drops of water always finish what they try.
Remember if its victory, and nothing less you say.
I does not have to happen right now here today.
Little drops of water wash the largest stone away.
They won't do it in an hour or even in a day.
Once those drops get started, you can kiss that stone good-bye.
Those little drops of water always finish what they try.
A wise man takes his time and wins, a fool rushes to his defeat.
Victory, no matter when its time is always oh so sweet.
Little drops of water wash the largest stone away.
They won't do it in an hour or even in a day.
Once those drops get started, you can kiss that stone good-bye.
Those little drops of water always finish what they try.
Think on this now sagely, the next time you wail and cry.
We can't change it anyway, so why should we bother to try.
Little drops of water wash the largest stone away.
They won't do it in an hour or even in a day.
Once those drops get started, you can kiss that stone good-bye.
Those little drops of water always finish what they try.
Like those little drops of water that makes up the deep blue sea.
It is only one human being at a time that makes up our society.
Little drops of water wash the largest stone away.
They won't do it in an hour or even in a day.
Once those drops get started, you can kiss that stone good-bye.
Those little drops of water always finish what they try.
Form:
Anger so deep it penetrates, agitates and aggravates
Feeling so helpless, clueless and ruthless
Knowing my physical pain and the flaw in my brain is like a derailing train
Wondering why no one cares and no one is there. Why do they all sit with a blank stare?
Confused as to why I can't grow. Who is it I really know? With whom my emotions I should
show?
Tired of all the selfishness and phoney bliss. This is truly an abyss.
Questioning if I really exist. I think I'm here, but Maybe I'm just a mist. Maybe I don't get
the gist.
Frustrated that I even need a crutch. Do I really ask for too much?
Sad for myself too much it seems. I'm free of flaws in a distant dream. I want to
scream!!!!!
Never can I get along. I'm never good enough and I don't belong. Why is everything so
wrong?
Unsure why things never change and I have this new found rage. Can we please turn the
page?
Holding on by a thread. There are so many things I dread. I sink again and my soul is dead.
Why do I suffer this way? Why do I have to pay? All I ever used to do is pray, but not today
Alone is what I've been for so long. Maybe it's the only way I feel strong. Maybe that's how
I belong
Desire exists to understand life. I do yearn for minimal strife. At times I can't make it in
this life
Misunderstood all of the time as if I've committed some crime. It's about time I end this
rhyme. After all it's not so sublime.
Form:
Corina's piano
played in Waterbury
on Tudor Street;
that's where a small crowd
would gather by
her open window,
and hear her new song
with a 3/4 beat
and happily sing along...
despite the sizzling heat.
I've moved back to New York, this past May,
and I sing the Opera Buffa on my empty stage;
dreaming of being of a younger age!
Corina recently moved with her mom,
sister and two brothers to PA;
and there she plays the Fifth of Beethoven...
imagining a big crowd at sixteen:
bringing on her ingenuity and charm.
Corina's piano is a small Yamaha
that she loves madly, and in no time at all,
she learned how to play The Walls of Jericho...
bringing to life the courageous and handsome Joshua!
Corina's piano, once belonged to me then,
and I spent much time playing a Mozart's Symphony No. 10.
In the quite suburbs...
nothing exciting happens, anyway;
only Broadway and The Metropolitan Opera
can lift up a dreamer's ego in wealthy America.
I may never be acclaimed as the great composers,
who were favored by fame,
and Corina has many chances at stardom...
while I sit, at this piano, and play the music of yesterday.
Entered in Juli Michelle's contest
on 9/ 11/ 2013
The child's name: Corina, Age: 12
Written by Andrew Crisci
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
There are so many sounds
That are enjoyed by so many
But the sounds i love most
Are by plectrum or penny
Lindsey Buckingham playing "Go Your Own Way"
Even Joe Perry makes "Walk This Way" say
Eric Clapton and his solo on "Cocaine"
Don Felder with "Hotel California" listening time and time again
Peter Green strumming "Man Of The World"
David Gilmour and Pink Floyd's "Time" the best i have ever heard
Jimi Hendrix with the amazing "Hey Joe"
Alex Lifeson axing "Working Man" in Toronto flow
Pete Townsend from the Who "Won't Get Fooled Again"
Neil Young and his anthem "Like A Hurricane"
George Harrison delights with "Here Comes The Sun"
Kerry Livgren from Kansas state "Carry on Wayward Son"
Tom Scholz of Boston with their "A Man I'll Never Be"
Jimmy Page from Led Zeppelin as their "Whole Lotta Love" riffs free
Neal Schon on a Journey "Who's Crying Now"
Nancy Wilson Seattle's Heart "Crazy On You" wows
The sounds you read above, are just my ones of many
Whether they are played by a plectrum, or played by a penny
I did mention above, that i loved Pink Floyd's "Time"
But second to it, is Slash's "Sweet Child of Mine"
The rain left me here, I was traded for the sun
in the time passed away.
I fell to the earth in a desperate attempt to be
the things that you crave.
I trust in you, you trust in me.
Lets hold onto the world, together we.
Faithful, forgotten, you found in me.
Hopeful, brazen, now we are free
to change for the one,
the one who completes.
Our love is never ending
Just stay the same,
no temperamental breeze.
Our time apart is ending.
Keep your strength, what you call naive.
Lets you be my everything
Love left you there consumed by the rain.
You were traded for the moon.
Longing for a chance
just to slip away
until you fell into the sun.
I trust in you, you trust in me.
Lets hold onto the world
together we.
Change for the one,
the one who completes.
Our love is never ending.
Just stay the same,
no temperamental breeze.
Our time apart is ending.
Keep your strength, what you call naive
Lets you be my everything.
Copyright © 2011
I am searching for a missing peace of my heart
It has been, hurt on, kicked on, stabbed with a knife
I've been crushed on, and torn up inside
Always looking for that magical rainbow inside.
My world turned backward, should be going forward
Things went wrong, pieces that fell apart
places where the darkness hides
I take each moment, do the best I can.
A smile on my face , never showing the depth
A heart that crashes, ever ready to run
Feeling the soul, not knowing where it's been
Tasting very moment best as I can.
Live everyday no matter where bitterness lies
I am just another face in the crowd
You do not walk the mile in my shoes
Don't tell me to keep my feet on the ground
Keeping my feet on the ground
Have another look around
This is just a time in my life
-----a time in my life-----
04-18-11
now I need some lyrics
Standing in the shower
Birthday suit bare
Its my singing booth
So sing without a care
The shower of song
As the water cascades
My middle aged voice
Can sometimes serenade
Depending on my thoughts
In the library of my mind
Whose the chosen artist
Let me think, and i will find
Thinking, thinking thinking
Ah, i know what i will sing
Its Amanda by Boston
This track, just amazing
The song is nearly ending
My shower almost done
I feel a million dollars
To the track that i just sang
The shower is my kingdom
For five minutes in my life
Its time to leave my kingdom
And continue with my life
dedicated to Miranda Agnes Quainoo's poem " any time i take a shower "