Want Not Need |
A smile should come when you want,Not because you feel the need.All the fake smiles from others,From them I wish to be freed.If you are not true with your smile,Your eyes will call its lie.And eventua...
Posted by on Tue, 26 May 2009 16:47:00 GMT |
3 |
Is there anyway. To make her smile. Do I have to wonder. Is there a trial. This beauty so hurt. Now rips at my mind. Can she see me. Am I what she needs to find. The damage to her. Has been done. If y...
Posted by on Sun, 24 May 2009 12:04:00 GMT |
Elusive |
Her beauty runs from me. From my mind it never hides. Even when she is gone. It never ever subsides. True beauty is never forgotten. And this for her is true. But during times without her. Parts of me...
Posted by on Thu, 21 May 2009 03:12:00 GMT |
New Flame |
Her heart now steady. New things shine in her eyes. Things that were hidden. A heart so well disguised. Now her beauty glows anew. Once again aflame. Will her fire again burn. Now no longer tamed. I c...
Posted by on Thu, 21 May 2009 03:04:00 GMT |
Dances no more |
So young with beauty. Like butterflies in air. As she dances a story. I doubt my words compare. With grace God gifted. Her story is all so clear. Even a poet as I. To her could never come near. To you...
Posted by on Tue, 19 May 2009 22:23:00 GMT |
Today |
I sit and watch the cottwood wisps fall to the ground. All other noise evades me. The world now is docile,maybe even comatose. I am at peace.
Posted by on Fri, 15 May 2009 13:44:00 GMT |
2 |
What she could do to me. Just with one wink. Do these thoughts run in her mind. What does she think. I've seen her words. Her mind begun to know. But I realize my place with her. There my mind will go...
Posted by on Thu, 07 May 2009 19:08:00 GMT |
Mother's Day Poem |
Where does a man go. When he needs to cry. When eyes full of tears. He can no longer hide. Can he turn to others. Who just tease and scorn. The only place of solace. Is the woman from he he was born. ...
Posted by on Thu, 07 May 2009 19:04:00 GMT |
Sharon Ross (Missys mom) R.I.P |
It says cry at their birth. And rejoice at their death. Even through this day. More tears will be wept. A mom, grandmother, a friend. From sight now gone away. But in our hearts and minds. Her memorie...
Posted by on Wed, 06 May 2009 12:21:00 GMT |
1 |
Through the rain she walks. But not a drop does touch her. Above her in the sky. It's as if the clouds never were. The day seems brighter. Each time she passes by. When she looks at me and smiles. All...
Posted by on Sat, 02 May 2009 12:20:00 GMT |
