And you
- A fantasy running wild
There are some thoughts
Some wild and some tamed
You eyes run on you, wild
Watching you while u move
In sense to fill you in life
Touching u, your hands
Feeling your hair, smell
Your deep scent, intoxicate
Feeling deep love of you
Just want love of you
Close to my heart
Fill with warmth
And you.
06.03.11
when one thinks about the truth go's down the cave of are
love are called angular rivers across the
landscape of the resistance
we know
the existence of happiness is not an impulse in
yourself or a mourning of
the absolute risk with the...
...air cleared up visions of our heaven...
comes off the stand and the wild boar of Tempt
and ...
...the defendant wishes to be the one to do revolutionary
thinkers tie on the sidelines of balance
You have already seen how mediocre
the kiss of a stranger who just about him looking
and does not want to experience what love is
the rays
of happiness
envy the way of the whirlwind
of what beatified become
as a mystery of love 's
grace the delusional idea
of the rich figureheads
who experience what the cold
told how urgently needed the perfection
of an underground language that plague lackeys peace 's
founders can get yourself a crown of magic and dwarfed
around the trees of interaction
the wind refreshing shape
stormed the poet's responsibility
of the extended bet a wordless dictation wishing for
others to use as an image curve do cry
engraved paper to the house of loyalty
Remember picnics by the lake
Talking about what it would take
To make our future as one?
I miss all the plans that we had made
All the love we had and gave
Our love, our all
I never thought today
We’d happily go our separate ways
Rid of having enough
I miss all the plans that we had made
All the love we had and gave
But I don’t miss you
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I So, Love The Scent, of A Fresh, Cup Of Tea
Like, I Love The Smell, of A Fresh-Bathed Baby
Both, Are So Very Delicate, Soothing & Sweet
Both, Are A Unique, Fragile-Moment Complete
And With Rose Petals and Soft Lavender Scents
And Apple-Blossoms, Honey and Fresh Peppermint
All Come In Lotions Or Talc-Powder For Baby
And In My Teacup, These Aromas Are Tasty
I So Love The Scent of Steeped-Leaf Tea
And A Fresh -Bathed, Gurgling Baby
Come, Sip A Cup of Tea With Me
While I Hold & Sniff The Baby
My old forty fives lie dormant in my attic
There were so many one hit wonders in our time
I lived my youth listening to music
As Troy Shondell moaned “This Time”
When Robin Luke sang “Susie Darlin’”
The Bobettes had “Mr. Lee”
“Shout, Shout, Knock Yourself Out”
Lolita’s “Sailor, Your Home is the Sea”
Claudine Clark wailed “Party Lights”
Ral Donner crooned “Please Don’t Go”
The Exciters said “Tell Him”
Travis and Bob said “Tell Him No”
“Mission Bell” by Donnie Brooks
“One Tin Soldier”, Coven said it all
Russ Hamilton sang “Rainbow”
“Baby, The Rain Must Fall”
“Sorry, I Ran All The Way Home”
The Rocky Fellers Sang “Killer Joe”
Corsairs crooned “Smoky Places”
Bob Moore sang about “Mexico”
There must be 10, 000 one hit wonders
Don’t know which ones to choose
Still love “Let’s think About Livin’”
And the Fendermen’s “Mule Skinner Blues”
I remembered watching the Hit Parade
“Cindy Oh Cindy” and “Marianne”
“To Know Him Is To Love Him”
"Like a Tiger" by Fabian.
As the monsoon rains fall heavily on the ground,
I sit by the window pane wishing you were around.
The thunder strikes and I run to hide away
In search of your loving arms, where I long to stay.
I go back to that place where we first met,
The quaint chapel by the meadows, our eyes set.
Our tender hearts: innocent, youthful and frail
Together on love’s current we set sail.
Against what they say we took our every chance
But stumbled upon our childish games and youthful arrogance.
Somewhere in the journey we both lost our way
And “I love you” were just meaningless words we say.
There were many beautiful things we learned together
As we basked in sunlight and battled stormy weather.
Now, all that is left to hold on to are memories of you.
The sound of your voice that faintly says your love is true.
The lightning flashes and slowly I open my eyes
It was all but a dream, from my bed I rise.
I sit by the window pane wishing you were around,
As the monsoon rains fall heavily on the ground.
My dear Mother
I think of you more often than any other
It’s been so long since I’ve seen your face
My mind goes blank when I try hard to trace
I try to remember your warm hands and caring demeanor
It’s been so long since I’ve heard your voice the air grows leaner
Now I am left here with memories that I keep by choice
Locked in a book where I turn the page to peak and rejoice
Dear Mother you taught me so much with your cooking technique
And I miss listening to you and Dad when you would sit and speak
I wish your were here to met my daughter that I love so much
And watch her grow and give her hugs love and such
You know you never think you’ll lose her one-day
But then she’s gone when you have so much to say
I see her come walking into my dreams
Then she ventures off and I’m left in tears and screams
I wake up to wonder was it real or just unclear
Or just another moment together in a dream atmosphere
Dear Mother I wanted take this day to say
Although your not here anymore Happy Mothers day!
Written By Laura L. McKenzie
It was a different era, a different time
No hills too big for us to climb
We fit into the roles we played
And spent our summers in the penny arcade
The smell of popcorn all buttered up
Soda in a waxed paper cup
Skeet ball cost a nickel a game
Summers will never be the same
We saved the tickets to earn a prize
There was love and laughter in our eyes
We’d pick out of the pond a plastic duck
Chinese handcuffs, just my luck
Pitching pennies at those colored dishes
Closing our eyes and making wishes
Just across the aisle from the candy bars
You could get eight by tens of movie stars
Put our face to the viewer, a nickel we’d pay
Turn the handle and a cartoon would play
Try three shots with a basketball
Pinball machines up against the wall
A Machine that tells you if your love is true
And a shocker to see if you’re a strong man too
I love to think back of the games we played
And of summer days in the Penny Arcade.