aNoTHeR ReALiTy

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Monday, July 2, 2007

SiLeNt AnGeL

Keep me with you. They can see me. But, bury me. Hide, me quick. The world is powerful. I don't know how much longer I can stand and wait. Take me with you. You are SILENCE, my angel. Sign in to see full entry.

WhEn ShE WRiTeS ShE WriTeS aLoNe

I couldn’t believe she was here. The back of a person’s head is not the same as seeing an individual’s face. It says something about the soul. It told me she was full of love. I was careful. I didn’t want to disturb her. It is a funny thing. Now, about sitting on the bench. I have been standing... Sign in to see full entry.

A pOeM i JuSt wRoTe #8

Nothing means Something The music from a blind man Has enough Rhythm to make vibes You cannot see me with your eyes The clouds once spoke Stories told With out hope I am a story once wrote By time Without hands A poem is not just a rhyme Do you have what it has How long will it last I love questions... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

wHeN sHe WRitEs ShE wRiTeS ALoNe

I can’t believe she is there, sitting on the bench. She has gotten here before me. What does, that say? Her sitting on the bench. What happened, to sitting by the tree? Her hand is moving. It is writing slowly. Oh man, that is not good. I don’t think she is feeling well and she is not lifting her... Sign in to see full entry.

UnTitLeD

The truth is what your mind has Experienced I am the last part of life Good bye and hi Paradise never bothers anyone Wind breeze ME I love those things you see Now close you eyes they lie I AM here are you surprised Well I AM not either In love we were You are lost without A seer What happen to love... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

PoEtIc ThOuGhTs

I am the paper My ink is the air I breathe With fresh new words I made it A poem on paper is the greatest Sign in to see full entry.

The Reason Why I Love My Wife

She first loved me I was alone With Only thoughts to think She is innocent Not knowing what love is Just what she has seen Everyone else Is the same It is all human love Is there another Since she first loved me I promised my soul I would keep And protect Her She is mine Sign in to see full entry.

UnTitLEd

If I could love you This is what I would do Hold you when you don't need to be Stare at you when you are not looking at me o your love is deep one could not imagine or see in a dream Your love that speaks It could not be seen with eyes that see I wish I could love you for eternity But I have given... Sign in to see full entry.

wHeN ShE wRiTeS sHe WrItEs aLoNe

I must have got here to late, she is gone. Maybe, she hasn’t arrived but she is here in my heart, but, I want to see her. Maybe she is done, with what she was writing. My heart can create her, with my imagination, but I can’t give her a soul or a spirit. She has made herself. I don’t want to take... Sign in to see full entry.

pOeTiC tHoUgHtS

My pen is loud when I am writing My heart finally released a written love A soul of its own With no where to go It’s dark and cold In the other world For the soul That travels through a poem To a timeless zone Where thoughts go And stay still You are there home I feel love but I am alone Sign in to see full entry.

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