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A look at the world through children's eyes
Opens a bright new scene
Some things that reach a boiling point
Turn out to be nothing but steam!
Kids have a way of looking at things
We can learn from these little guys
Don't ever take life too serious, my friends
You won't get out of it alive!
Laugh at the world, it's just a game
One with the most marbles wins
What can you buy with a bunch of marbles?
Maybe a bottle of grins!
A look at the world through children's eyes
And all of a sudden you're free
Free to go round talking to the birds
To climb all those big old trees
Life was really so much simpler back then
In the morning you went out to play
Winter or summer, it made no difference
That's how you would spend your day!
A look at the world through children's eyes
Opens a bright new scene
Some things that reach a boiling point
Turn out to be nothing but steam!
GeorgeLuis: Deep demons breaking my heart
But I'm still smiling, trying to play the part
Time, time ticking in my head
Now life is like walking on a thread
Feeling alone, God send an angel instead
Real purpose of smiling again? Is there new love waiting ahead?
My angel keeps me company
Her love is my astronomy
Knowing every little thing she would do for me
Like I'll die for you, you die for me
I know one day I'll die in your arms
My love is yours and your love is mine
And I hope for you this is not only rhymes
You begin to notice my feelings give energy
My love for you is now until infinity
Xavier: Hopes of something new
No lovers in my view
Though my options are plenty, I'd rather be with you
She doubts we can be serious
My heart keeps me curious
Let rumors hold me hostage, with drama there's no healing us
Tears flow down your cheeks
Your past has you weak
We can take off high speed, leave the baggage in the street
Have I convinced you enough?
Or am I running out of luck?
I'll untwist us from the wire, if we ever become stuck. So what's up?
Attempting to charm, I share thoughts deliberately
My love for her is now until infinity
If there's a will to do something,
Even if it's a herculean task;
You'll try each and every option,
If failed, you cannot help but ask.
You'll ask yourself or somebody
How to address any problem;
You'll never cease to find ways,
And will earnestly apply them.
If you are sincerely serious,
Neither lighthearted nor playful;
If you are a no-nonsense man,
Then you'll want to reach your goal.
But if you have no will-power,
Neither if you're true nor honest;
Though if it's an easy call,
Alibis won't be truly missed.
Truly so, for if you're not interested,
If you're only after self-convenience;
If you're scared to exert effort,
Then there's no way for a clear conscience.
To fulfill God-given task,
You'll need sacrifices to obey;
No matter what woes are,
If there's a will there's a way.
I must have been an Indian in another life
for I see the Great Father
in the clouds
I hear him in the trees, loving the way
he makes the cottonwood leaves twinkle
and flutter in silver and gray prettiness
I give thanks to him staring into a cumulus cloud
fluffy as a cotton ball, unmoving and serious
it makes me laugh
if my feet worked like they used to, I would twirl
around and around staring into the sky
loving the feel of nature as it silently watches
there is so much to appreciate and adore in the world
yellow daffodils, aromatic lilacs, fuzzy mosses,
big juicy red tomatoes
I spin a tiny bit
for I cannot
not spin….
When ever anyone is rude to me, nasty with me, treating me unpleasantly,
or when addressing me, feel compelled to scream and shout,
I never take it personally. I mean that most sincerely.
I always give all of them the benefit of doubt.
No one consciously would treat me so miserably intentionally
so I give them all the benefit of doubt
that there's probably something going on in their life that's gone wrong.
Something that I'll never ever know about.
Perhaps they're suffering the loss of a loved one or friend.
Perhaps a serious relationship has come to an end.
Maybe they're just having the worst day that they have ever known.
Maybe I just happened to be there when their fuse got blown,
or maybe they are just plain miserable and always will be.
You know what they say, Misery Loves Company.
Maybe they unconsciously want to make everyone as miserable as they.
I can allow that to happen or I can say No Way.
There's always a reason why others do the things that they do
and there's no point in wasting energy trying to figure it all out.
Don't allow them to get the best of you. This is my advice to you.
Give everyone the benefit of doubt.
A thousand faces gazing from
The daily paper's print,
Each one a fallen soldier,
Who will not complete his stint.
I looked at every single one
And read his town and age;
The life that each one left behind
Just jumped up off the page.
The solemn ones, in uniform,
Were serious and proud;
Perhaps photographers announced
A smile was not allowed.
But others mugged and looked amused,
So filled with life and fun.
It's hard to reconcile those deaths,
When life had just begun.
I wonder how their loved ones feel
When staring at that square
Containing someone's face they know -
It's more than I could bear.
When soldiers go to war, they all
Expect to make it back;
Yet every day of war, some don't
Survive the next attack.
We stare at all their faces
As we sympathize and grieve.
To me, no war is worth such loss,
But maybe I'm naive.
Met myself a coming from a time I left some years ago.
I didn’t speak to me, just smiled to myself as we passed.
I knew from my face the best way to go was easy and slow.
. . . The cotton field is searing my body, yet the pain won’t last.
I saw me meet the forest, where I became lost in its darkness.
I didn’t step back to ask, as I knew that I was serious.
The feeling had me, as it did me, leaving its emptiness.
. . . Who will take me to the mountain, where I won’t be curious?
The river in the distance cried out to me, with its cold black eyes.
So, I eased my way through the fields of wheat and clover.
Then I heard them, like I always heard, we both felt its cries.
. . . I entered the river, like I met the forest, and finally it’s over.
Some girls can't sleep, they fight
over me with insanity
it's the insomnia that
won't let dream; it has taken away
all the happiness and serenity!
Everywhere I go there's a good possibility
that I attract the wrong one and marry her:
would regret hunt me forever?
Making the hardest choice
takes some serious thought,
young men don't think about
heartbreak, they often rejoice
ah, when another girl unexpectedly comes along;
they drift away and change the tune of their song!
I choose the cutest girl who's
not looking for adventure or money;
why do they think I'm their sugar daddy?
A beautiful girl is charming in many ways:
will she remain true to me always?
Marriage is based in fidelity!
Making the right choice
is wise and boosts your confidence:
that you have one darling to adore,
and this truth is harder that a stone;
making the right choice
can avoid tragedy twice!
Whoever chooses me to be theirs
have found glittering gold on their tray;
I walk straight and I don't plan to stray:
unless they listen and unclog their ears!
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Enough of this silliness, this one's more serious
What am I saying, I'm becoming delirious
Best see a doctor, got a strange kind of malady
Hope it's not going to affect my mortality
Now let's not be silly, it's just a wee glitch
Be back with the sillies, though I'm starting to twitch
What if my serious side has turned off for good
Whenever I try, I'll smell burning wood
A chill just came over my Adonis-like body
I shudder and shake and start thinking naughty
Okay I promise to try a couple more times
Not promising nuttin', from this very strange mind
Last vestiges of a smile I've tried to erase
Are you buying my attempt to convince you I've changed
You're not buying it, still think I'm deranged?
To convince you, here's my medical report
“Cured of the sillies, but needs your support!”