love
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I feel sad for those who we lose along the away And also I feel for their families who hurt each day, Often there’s not much we can do But when it’s through war, and murder, Then I wonder what is the use, Why should peoples lights be extinguished Through something so brutal and meaningless,…
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If we abide here for a while Will we gain that special smile, That comes from deep inside Because somehow we learned, That the still mind can be at peace And as a result happiness we’ll reap, And we will know that only love Is only ever going to be good enough.
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My being goes beyond oblivion, And as I call out through the stars To discover just where you are, I hear traces of you calling back to me I sense you reaching out to be seen, Now how is that not love
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I walked in as you walked out Leaving trails of light particles behind you, I sensed and felt your energy Your mass and conscious whisper, We crossed a void a trans-dimensional rift We could have caused a time continuum rip, You are a traveller of a cosmic ship And I am chasing after you on…
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You haunt my memories You haunt my dreams Everything is now now Not what is used to be And I am left haunted And I am left, oh, so cold Now that you’re no longer here with me I am haunted and alone.
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It’s a love that’s truly infinite Stretching across the universe, It can feel so simply wonderful Just like an incandescent star bust, And in a pleasure ground of cosmic joy My heart races faster than a comet, I hear the symphony choir sing Which is then complimented by a sonnet, My soul resonates in luminescence…
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Some people live their life in drama Running off as they do at the mouth, Making comments, talking tough Through a screen on a keyboard, Dealing in gossip and half facts Surely life is more important than that, There’s more important things to do than playing out dramatic histrionic acts.
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Punk rebel in her short skirt, boots and fishnet stockings Hunting for a life these dull and more exciting, She lives in s provincial town that is conservative in everyway But behind closed she knew some were depraved, Nice house, nice car, two point four children But there were some secrets that some of them…
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If I talk about my life some more And the work I do then I may bore, The living daylights out of you Because it’s really quite mundane, And I a sure that you will understand That life’s not always that exciting, Interspersed with arguements Of which I don’t take any delight in, I work…
