Sunday, July 31, 2005
Saturday, July 30, 2005
"The Lost"
Into every dream they creep,
It's one last vidgile that I keep,
That they will find thier way too me,
To hold them is my finale plea,
But tonight I cannot see,
Thier preasous faces, in frount of me,
Because tonight, I cannot sleep,
I rest my head, in hands, and weep.
It's one last vidgile that I keep,
That they will find thier way too me,
To hold them is my finale plea,
But tonight I cannot see,
Thier preasous faces, in frount of me,
Because tonight, I cannot sleep,
I rest my head, in hands, and weep.
Friday, July 29, 2005
Thursday, July 28, 2005
"Open"
I saw tonight, with open eye,
In just one momment,
my life went bye
I listened tonight, internal ears,
Mermering whistpers,
restless, fears
Then I spoke, in my mind.
Words of love.
sweet and kind.
Tonight I lived. No more too hide.
I was alive,
and then I died.
In just one momment,
my life went bye
I listened tonight, internal ears,
Mermering whistpers,
restless, fears
Then I spoke, in my mind.
Words of love.
sweet and kind.
Tonight I lived. No more too hide.
I was alive,
and then I died.
"Two in Flowers" photo ( by me of course)
Naive, I once saw only the good in people.It was if a magic screen hide all the evils,
of the world from my eyes .Blinded from
reality, I was easily amused, and happy.
~Angery Butterfly~
"Two Faced Asshole"
You fucking asshole.
Fuck you too.
Did you know I cared for you.
Is that face ,
just a mask.
Should I take the time to ask.
Fuck you ashole,
You make me sick.
Now I see your just a dick.
Go ahead,
unplug the phone,
lock the door and be alone.
Fuck you ashole.
Fuck you too.
I wont pleed or bleed for you.
Fuck you asshole.
You dont you get it.
I dont need you, and I wont swet it.
Fuck you too.
Did you know I cared for you.
Is that face ,
just a mask.
Should I take the time to ask.
Fuck you ashole,
You make me sick.
Now I see your just a dick.
Go ahead,
unplug the phone,
lock the door and be alone.
Fuck you ashole.
Fuck you too.
I wont pleed or bleed for you.
Fuck you asshole.
You dont you get it.
I dont need you, and I wont swet it.
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
"Send Me a Whisper"
Send me a whisper.
Thats all I need.
You wont have to beg.
You wont have to plead.
You know from the past,
that I'm right at your side.
If you need me, then call me,
let go of your pride.
No one is perfect,
we all make mistakes.
We fix them,
and groom them,
if that's what it takes.
If I could be perfect,
I would not, oh no.
'cause life would be stale,
if we weren't all so-so.
It's our struggles in life,
That make us strong.
I like you, I love you,
when right, and when wrong.
Thats all I need.
You wont have to beg.
You wont have to plead.
You know from the past,
that I'm right at your side.
If you need me, then call me,
let go of your pride.
No one is perfect,
we all make mistakes.
We fix them,
and groom them,
if that's what it takes.
If I could be perfect,
I would not, oh no.
'cause life would be stale,
if we weren't all so-so.
It's our struggles in life,
That make us strong.
I like you, I love you,
when right, and when wrong.
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
"Confused Love"
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you forever.
You scare me, you scare me, I dont even know....
Why I hate you, I hate you, I cant stay with you,
I love you, I love you, I cant let you go........
Why cant we love eachother forever,
Why did you do this , to me and to you,
I cant keep this up, not sharing, not knowing,
I love you so much, but I cant let it show.
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you so badly,
you scare me, you scare me, it scares me to know,
I hate you I hate you,I cant live with you,
I love you, I love you, I cant live a lone.
Where is the love, in the pain that you cause me,
Why cant our love, be simple and true.
If you love me,than show me,and don't try and change me,
for this is the me, the me that I know.
I miss you,I miss you, I miss you unending,
You scare me, you scare me,it scares me to know,
I hate you ,I hate you, I dont really hate you,
I love you, I love you, but can't tell you so..............
You scare me, you scare me, I dont even know....
Why I hate you, I hate you, I cant stay with you,
I love you, I love you, I cant let you go........
Why cant we love eachother forever,
Why did you do this , to me and to you,
I cant keep this up, not sharing, not knowing,
I love you so much, but I cant let it show.
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you so badly,
you scare me, you scare me, it scares me to know,
I hate you I hate you,I cant live with you,
I love you, I love you, I cant live a lone.
Where is the love, in the pain that you cause me,
Why cant our love, be simple and true.
If you love me,than show me,and don't try and change me,
for this is the me, the me that I know.
I miss you,I miss you, I miss you unending,
You scare me, you scare me,it scares me to know,
I hate you ,I hate you, I dont really hate you,
I love you, I love you, but can't tell you so..............
"The Love That I Found"
I once was alone in this world,
I once always felt blue,
I felt I had no purpose,
that is, until I met you.
Your smile make my hands tremble,
your touch, makes my heart sing,
Your kiss, makes me hear music,
I feel like a bloom in the spring.
Now, I have a purpose,
Now I can't stay blue,
'cause If I'm ever sad dear,
I remember I have you.
I once always felt blue,
I felt I had no purpose,
that is, until I met you.
Your smile make my hands tremble,
your touch, makes my heart sing,
Your kiss, makes me hear music,
I feel like a bloom in the spring.
Now, I have a purpose,
Now I can't stay blue,
'cause If I'm ever sad dear,
I remember I have you.
"Baby,Baby" I wrote this one for my son .
Baby, baby,little boy,
Little man, full of joy,
you lift my soul with every smile,
GOD has made a perfect child.
Little man, full of joy,
you lift my soul with every smile,
GOD has made a perfect child.
"Where is The Love ?"
Where is the love, in this world today.
Where is the love we have given away.
In our homes, in our schools, at our work, on the street,
where is the love in the people we meet.
Have we forgotten that good is in all.
In every thing, whether large or small.
And if you spite your fellow man,
you're cutting of your own right hand.
for rich or poor, young or old,
if you treat them all like gold,
they will notice that you care,
and good will notice that you're there.
Where is the love we have given away.
In our homes, in our schools, at our work, on the street,
where is the love in the people we meet.
Have we forgotten that good is in all.
In every thing, whether large or small.
And if you spite your fellow man,
you're cutting of your own right hand.
for rich or poor, young or old,
if you treat them all like gold,
they will notice that you care,
and good will notice that you're there.
" Plastic Man "
With his plastic goals,
and his plastic soul,
no one will ever find him,
and he'll go on his way,
with his plastic day,
with his plastic thoughts to guide him.
He is safe ,he will say,
in his plastic way,
'cause no one will ever know him,
But he likes that OK,
When he wakes up each day,
with only his toothbrush beside him.
and his plastic soul,
no one will ever find him,
and he'll go on his way,
with his plastic day,
with his plastic thoughts to guide him.
He is safe ,he will say,
in his plastic way,
'cause no one will ever know him,
But he likes that OK,
When he wakes up each day,
with only his toothbrush beside him.
"Tortured Heart"
How do you fix a broken heart,
If its twisted, and mangled and torn apart.
How do you say that you are you,
If you're severed , and burned, and bruised black and blue,
If your heart is all knotted and you can't see the light,
How can you tell if its day or night,
When death is comfort, and life is pain,
How do you breath without going insane.
How do you find yourself,
Where do you start,
How do you kill the pain in your heart.
FEAR
PAIN
GUILT
ANGER
DEPRESSION
If its twisted, and mangled and torn apart.
How do you say that you are you,
If you're severed , and burned, and bruised black and blue,
If your heart is all knotted and you can't see the light,
How can you tell if its day or night,
When death is comfort, and life is pain,
How do you breath without going insane.
How do you find yourself,
Where do you start,
How do you kill the pain in your heart.
FEAR
PAIN
GUILT
ANGER
DEPRESSION
" A Dessert Dream "
Sometimes I dream of a far away land,
of cactus and tumbleweed, sage brush, and sand,
Where prairie dogs play, and the sidewinder lies,
and the dessert , it stretches way out to the sky.
where the air is dry, and the days, are hot,
and the weather is sunny, more often than not.
There I'd build a home, by day,
of adobe bricks, stones, and clay,
and by the light of a silvery moon,
I'd drift off to sleep,
by a coyote's tune.
of cactus and tumbleweed, sage brush, and sand,
Where prairie dogs play, and the sidewinder lies,
and the dessert , it stretches way out to the sky.
where the air is dry, and the days, are hot,
and the weather is sunny, more often than not.
There I'd build a home, by day,
of adobe bricks, stones, and clay,
and by the light of a silvery moon,
I'd drift off to sleep,
by a coyote's tune.
"Serena"
Peaceful , angelic eyes,
Never telling any lies,
Silently you lay there,
Without ever a care,
Your soul is open, and free,
How we all wish to be,
Little and small,
Queen of us all,
Princess of love,
My little dove,
Just happy to be,
Asleep next to me.
Never telling any lies,
Silently you lay there,
Without ever a care,
Your soul is open, and free,
How we all wish to be,
Little and small,
Queen of us all,
Princess of love,
My little dove,
Just happy to be,
Asleep next to me.
"How Things Are"
I sit and wonder by a star,
of magic things , near and far,
Of why the sun comes up each day,
and shines its pleasant warm, bright ray.
And how the moon takes the night,
and gives us comfort with its light.
And why the little blue birds sing,
Alerting all it's time for spring.
Of peaceful rivers running by,
and mountains stretching to the sky,
Of oceans wide, and valleys low,
and where does the east wind blow,
How the flowers know to bloom,
Letting fly their sweet perfume.
I sit and wonder by the stars,
and praise God for how things are.
of magic things , near and far,
Of why the sun comes up each day,
and shines its pleasant warm, bright ray.
And how the moon takes the night,
and gives us comfort with its light.
And why the little blue birds sing,
Alerting all it's time for spring.
Of peaceful rivers running by,
and mountains stretching to the sky,
Of oceans wide, and valleys low,
and where does the east wind blow,
How the flowers know to bloom,
Letting fly their sweet perfume.
I sit and wonder by the stars,
and praise God for how things are.
"An Early Morning Rain"
Drip,
Drop,
Plinkety plop,
The droplets bless the ground.
As the wind gently blows,
it makes an eerie sound.
The dry leaves first lift, than fall,
to make room for the new,
The birds, they sing a pleasant song,
of flowers touched by dew.
The rain it falls in glassy drops,
each precious more than pearls,
the animals start to hide away,
The robin, hare and squirrels.
The drizzle quickly gains its pace,
now it starts to pour,
A crack of lightning pounds the earth,
with a terrible monstrous roar.
As quickly as the rain comes,
it quietly slips away,
The sun appears to light the world,
for another wonderful day.
Drop,
Plinkety plop,
The droplets bless the ground.
As the wind gently blows,
it makes an eerie sound.
The dry leaves first lift, than fall,
to make room for the new,
The birds, they sing a pleasant song,
of flowers touched by dew.
The rain it falls in glassy drops,
each precious more than pearls,
the animals start to hide away,
The robin, hare and squirrels.
The drizzle quickly gains its pace,
now it starts to pour,
A crack of lightning pounds the earth,
with a terrible monstrous roar.
As quickly as the rain comes,
it quietly slips away,
The sun appears to light the world,
for another wonderful day.
Alone i stand
Alone i stand, shrouded in darkness. i am searching for myself, but all i can see is the picture i painted for others. Closed are my eyes to the real me. The one i must find to be happy. i spend my days and nights searching. Time means nothing to me. Life seems loveless. Love is loneliness. In love with loneliness and depression i wonder. i see others happiness, but to me, it appears fake. Only a blissful dream for the imagination. A spark of hope for those who can see it. To them, it is real. Endlessly, I study very inch of darkness, grasping for a shred of light, but to no avail. For me, can love be true?
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