http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Straightforward7672/Poetry of different shades and hueshourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Straightforward7672/636094Sometimes, yes, sometimes I fly so high like a bird in the sky And sometimes, yes, sometimes, I sink so low like a stone they in the sea throw Yes, sometimes high Sometimes low Never know at this rate where I may go.http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Straightforward7672/633922Insanity the cure when love's lightening strikeshttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Straightforward7672/632966Hope springs bright in dark alleys when love lights......http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Straightforward7672/631313What's the purpose of living? It no longer is worthwhile Without special love and caring Life is simply a mile, mile and another milehttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Straightforward7672/629518If I don't get the amor of my life, will I end up laying down the armour of my life?http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Straightforward7672/627734O SAY what is that thing called Love Which I can never enjoy; Which I can just not get, Even if all my energies I deploy! I want to feel love, I want you within my sight But no it is not my destiny to have you make my day or night. My day or night myself I make Whenever I work or cry; Unable to...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Straightforward7672/625838Life is such a mystery Is it better it's untold? Life is full of history The present will not hold Life is a war story with the battles manifold.http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Straightforward7672/622993Today's angel can be tomorrow's devil and day after tomorrow's purgatory resident And today's deviant can be yesterday's happy-go-lucky soul and day before yesterday's pious preacher Depending on circumstances and depending on the factors that egg him or her or himher on But this can be with...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Straightforward7672/619065I wish there was nothing called Sundays or holidays For me now the meaning of Sundays is agony For me now on holidays it is only tears that keep me companyhttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Straightforward7672/616662One day the world seems like an enemy harshly critiquing you the next day like a friend appreciating you and the third day like it were dangling carrots to you and watching and will check whether you will succumb to the carrots or choose your carrots with discretion It's good this way 'cos you...