Fly BMI, to land in time
There is no time to waste
Stroll down along the Serpentine
The morning air to taste
Across the park to Albert Hall
To Kensington High Street
And further on, towards the Mall
Where you can rest your feet
It’s got to be the Living Room
Their Dover sole is great
Pale sun, and even paler moon
Fall down on your plate
Two people here, three people there
Dull people talk and turn
I like the fuss they make, don’t care
To be liked in return
On Charing Cross I’m quick to toss
Some CDs at the Foyles
A truly searching lad I was
To find my kind of noise
End of the day, the hotel bar
I’m looking at the floor
There is no more Thistle Hyde Park
And Living Room’s no more
The times have changed, but I remain
About the same today
Although it’s quite a different game
I imitate to play
Those were the days, my darling dear
Those were the nights as well
Fly BMI, to disappear
No one would care to tell.
If I could tell
About the faces that haunt me
If I could tell
About the eyes filled with sadness
If I could tell
About the screams echoing in my head
If I could tell
But the words remain elusive
Like butterflies in the summer breeze
They escape fly away from me
Why should they want to stay here in this darkness
Give me rest
Who would understand what I say
Unless they could remember
A time when fear overwhelmed them
Or the moment they killed a man
And saw the light leave his eyes
There is no need to tell
No one is listening
Is it you
Who sits beside me when l am sitting on my bed alone
Are you the slight breeze l feel
When the source is unbeknown
Are you the movement so close beside me
When l turn and l am on my own
Is it you…
Who is going to tell my little girl
If or when I close my eyes
Stay guarded with faith
And don't fall for those forsaken non existent
White lies
If or when I say goodbye
Will my life be fulfilled
Will I sit down with the angels
Reminding myself of quiet tears
Will I fall asleep tonight with God
Calming all my fears
As I hold my child up in prayer
I share knowledge in layers
Hoping that she can keep up the dreams
One girl
One world conquer with no defeat
No losses
Some wins
New york best seller list
My work on the shelf
Decades to come
All starting from a little girl who travailed through life's storms
You're my luver, my dear, I tell you why-
Did you not listen to my heart twice,
Both its laughter and its murmured cry?
Did you not understand it all?
Even small requests?
Did you not soften all its painful, tedious sighs
Validating its calm and sometimes high?
With full, tender empathy blooming,
Shining upon the azure roof of the sky!
You touched my mouth open, happily,
Spreading songs, mostly bird-like.
Beauty is the name of her countenance;
Her beastly body declares –
A room, stilled in silent contrition, steeped in repentance.
Freshly dressed Roses at tables end.
Flowers die too; he confesses!
No more will he discern her voice
nor caress the gentle source of her existence.
Slumbered back against the cathedra he
decries the mellow cherub of the cardinal
perched aside his window.
A message?
As he dreams a tormented reflection of his past,
a tear pearls gently down as memories play
Silently in his pain.
He repines only now that; " if only he had been a better man". Hoping in chance that she may forgive.
Cease this pain to not sustain beyond his wish for a moments exchange!
His dream delayed. For his bride of many a year appears, waking him from his mare. In somber refrain he delights. Its you my love!
Never waste a moment to tell her.
Tell me something if you can
I just need to know
If I hear you, like then
From the lower row
Tell me more than shareable
Even if you think
That it seems unbearable
Send me please that link
Tell me something you’ve already
Told some time ago
Something loveable, just let me
Know what’s going on
Tell me of our happy days
Tell me of our sorrows
Guide me through the tangled maze
Of my lost tomorrows
Tell me that you’ll come again
Tell me I’ll be there
Where we shall meet and when
Tell me if you care..
When someone says, "(S)he's a saint",
I think of peace and restraint,
but when it's time for battle paint,
tell me, Saint Michael,
must we hide from sight?
Truth and justice, we must protect -
those things, both good and correct.
So, I ask, with all respect,
tell me, Saint Michael,
sometimes, must we fight?
And what to do if Man divides -
sometimes there are at least two sides.
As to where the truth resides,
tell me, Saint Michael,
who decides what's right?
He has tattoos she told her mom
Don’t tell Dad, dad would be mad
He has a big hog that he rides on
Don’t tell Grams, but he is a cad.
Her Mom had been a bad-boy’s girl too
She kept her mouth shut for little Lou
Big bad boyfriend finally came around
Wearing a spiked helmet, his ears so brown
He is a dog! Her grandma said
He is a hound! added her daddy Ned
I never said he was anything else, said the daughter
She rode out into the sun with her puppy dog, Trotter.
Can someone help tell my heart?
How in the blink of an eye someone's world can fall apart.
My head knows that you're happier now,
I guess that's supposed to give us comfort somehow,
It doesn't!
I don't believe I will ever be a peace again.
You see I don't have peace without my best friend.
She was my Ride or die, The Bonnie to my Clyde.
I want to crawl in a hole somewhere and hide.
We have been so close for so many years,
I swear I just can't stop these tears.
My heart is broken and my world is shattered,
My insides feel like they are torn and tattered.
I have so much I wanted to say to you,
Smoke one more blunt and just laugh too.
So many memories I will always hold dear,
Dammit you should still be here.
I wish there were visiting hours so you could keep me from falling apart,
I think I finally got thru my head but can someone tell my heart.
Can someone help me tell my heart,
How in the blink of an eye my world fell apart.
Our bond was so special and her heart was made of Gold,
I will never forget all the stories we told.
We used to laugh for hours and we cried sometimes too.
Dammit I sure do miss you.
If it’s possible, angel baby
Take me to a green side of planet
Let me hear the ocean wailing
Telling beautiful lies, I’ll share it
Now it’s getting a bit too tough
Bit too anxious, bit too uncertain
I keep sending my words of love
Hope they barely flap that curtain
If it’s possible, let her know
That I play her messages daily
At late night, when it’s time to go
So our time is still saved from fading
But if it’s not possible, then
What would be next, don’t tell
There’s no point to repeat again
What I know myself bit too well.
It was Sunday
A gloomy morning
An unexpected call
The real truth
Three quiet hearts
It held answers
Shocked and furious
It was silence
Intense and throbbing
Hard to believe
It was true
She couldn't think
Yes, the reality
Not a dream
He was treacherous
Zero six two
One two six
What comes next?
When was that?
How will it end?
She was scarred...
Thinking back, so long ago
Remembering things, I've done
Always had a place to go
I would walk a country mile
When I was young, it was fun
Now, it would take me awhile
These old legs can't walk no more
I used to walk with my son
In the park or to the store
That was when he lived with me
He moved- that son-of-a-gun
Alone, I feel so lonely
Yet, I'm old, and still alive
I made it to ninety-one
Hmm... how long will I survive
Will I live another day?
No regrets the life I've spun
Only time will tell, they say
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