it's already
three thirty
five but i
don't
really feel
alive in fact
quite the op
posite and
this i
regret
how i
spent
yesterday
it seemed
to have
simply
fluttered
away but
instead of
flapping i
was drinking
and thinking
too much
though
i wrote
too many
that i now
need to carry
over all
the written
stuff because
i wrote too much
and so though
i allowed her
and actually
shouted her
name out
loud i need
now to wait
to post her
poetry
because
i shouted
too loud too
many
times
yest
her
day
or
late
last
night
Pick up your fiddle get to the floor
stomp your foot say gimme more
chin to the wood its understood
no I can't - yes I could !
Tilt the bow don't have a cow
stand up close frog it now
slide that thing make it sing
no you can't -yes you could !
Pick up your fiddle get to the door
stomp your foot say, "give me more"
Chin to the wood, out to the hood
play it again now,
no I can't - yes I could
no I can't - yes I could
no I can't - yest I could.
As the falling rain,
prepares the earth, for the future crops,
Sorrows, showering on the heart
prepare and mellow it,
for the sowing of the seeds of wisdom,
perfecting the mind, and
gladdening the heart.
Clouds darken the earth,
but to cool and to fructify.
Grief like clouds,
shadow the heart,
to prepare it for nobler things.
Sorrow, the hour of reverence,
death knell blow to shallow sheer,
the ribald yest,
the cruel calumny.
Sorrows soften heart with sympathy,
enriching the mind with thoughtfulness,
the real collection of it,
being the fructification of mind,
when the sorrows pass away.
When I walk down the street I cross my arm
When I walk down the street I'm at full alarm
I'm afraid to close my eyes at night
Because of what I have to fight
Ohhh.. This is my life
Yest this is my life
I think about dying everyday
I want all my pain to go away
I just wanna give up on this crazy life
Waiting for someone to take away this knife
I hide my tears
I hide my fears
Ohhh.. this is my life
Yes this is my life
I'm waiting for someone to come along
To show me how to be strong
Waiting for someone to show me the way
Someone whose willing to stay
I'm tryna be strong
But it's taking to long
I just wanna feel safe again
I just dont know when
Ohh.. this is my life
Yes this is my life
Yes this is my life
Here is a little poem for my big siss,
just to tell you thats it's you that I really miss.
I sit and think about all the good times and bad that you and I ever had.
The good times is when we were little playing barbie dolls and dress up,
and when you used me to yest your make-up.
It's when we used to play in the dirt with my tonka toys,
that were suppose to be just for little boys.
The bad times is when we used to fight and pull each others hair,
and treat each other like we didn't care.
This just something that I wanted to share,
so you'll know that I really care.
You are my one and only true friend,
that will be there for me til the end.
This was my way to tell you that I love you like my big siss,
and it's you that I really miss.