A PoEm I JuSt WrOtE #7
love life live long forever as you Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, June 18, 2007
FOR IRISH 3
Still After a struggle Deep within Silence Not guilty But on trial For something She is eternal Within Quiet kept Something Protects And keeps her She has strength Beyond her thinking Don't Try no more Rest Go to sleep For now Continue to dream Sign in to see full entry.
A PoEm I jUsT wRoTe #6
I am what you could Never be What I could never be I am here with you And for you For the purpose of love I am nothing But love For you What kind Only The heights of heaven Could Tell You Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, June 17, 2007
a PoEm I JuSt WrOtE #5
I will take her with me Out of the deep beyond Where minds don't Think Where hearts unite as one What is it that has begun It will last forever Become me I will become Myself and you For ever the truth You are me as you are with me The oneness of the heart The soul Will last forever In the mist of... Sign in to see full entry.
pOeTiC ThOuGhTs
The night brings love to me I watched it as it slowly joined us At the end My emotions had nothing to celebrate So long lives the parade with just one face Nude bodies clothed for a musical hobby To become to began To drift to the end As displayed Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, June 15, 2007
When She Writes She Writes Alone
He walked and forgot he had a home to go to, to lay his head and think about, hopefully what she said on paper. He imagined that she wrote it to him. He walked for miles. It had been one big circle. He came to the park again, in a different direction. Water was just as important as food. He looked... Sign in to see full entry.
WhEn SHE WriTEs sHE WriTeS ALOnE
I guess, I got here late or she hasn’t been here. My eyesight, must be getting worse. I miss her. I shouldn’t be sad. I am aware of it. That I miss her. I try to hide my face, from others in this empty park. It is empty, she is not here to give it life. The pigeons have come back. They walk near my... Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, June 14, 2007
A pOeM i JuSt WrOtE #4
These are words that breath, this air. They are my body, these words, my life. Thoughts, have another. I live with them, life. Whose is whose? Which one is mine? My life. Inside these thoughts. Inside yours. Whose are these thoughts? What are they for? My life Are yours. Sign in to see full entry.
WHEN SHE WRITES SHE WRITES ALONE
I can’t believe it. I got here late. Her hand is probably tired by now. It is not writing. It is just holding the pen. She is finally reading what she wrote. She holds the paper powerless but love is a power. She and the universe have talk. As she stares at the paper her eyes tell me they talk about... Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
HELLO
HELLO TO EVERYONE AT BLOGIT Sign in to see full entry.