Poor Man’s Grave |
Once, I knew a man who had nothingHe was a poor man all his lifeHe lived in a shack by the roadsideWith starving kids and a loving wife.He went to church every SundayHe prays from morning until night,...
Posted by on Sat, 25 Oct 2008 13:38:00 GMT |
SAMPIP |
Some people love shoes of certain kinds Some people love afternoons or the way the moon shines And they have their own reasons To feel the way they do That's why I ask myself, what is it with you? Is...
Posted by on Sat, 25 Oct 2008 12:51:00 GMT |
Unremembering |
Unremembering Here I lay in bedDay and night in my headThe sorrow, the painIt leaves me in a strainI cared, love did not falterI was always thereUnseen, set a sideI cower, I hideTo be forgot...
Posted by on Mon, 14 Jul 2008 02:06:00 GMT |
Remember |
Do you remember...
Those times we shared?
The times when our lives touched;
The way... we cared.
Fate brought us together
For just a short while.
A brief taste of happiness
Along life's mile.
Yo...
Posted by on Fri, 31 Mar 2006 03:02:00 GMT |
"Breathe Me" |
Breathe me with deepest eyes
So you'll feel what's inside my heart,
So you'll see there are no lies,
So you'll know I loved you from the start.
Breathe ne with your sweetest smile
As your smile...
Posted by on Wed, 18 May 2005 01:11:00 GMT |
still..... |
Although I understand I can do nothing
To change the mistakes I've made
I hope when you read this you'll realize the truth
In what I'm about to say.
I'm not going to try to cover it up
Like man...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Mar 2005 13:36:00 GMT |
The Smile I Wear |
I sit here...
Thinking of you
Thinking about the memories we shared
I miss them and I miss you
Since the moment you said good-bye
I havent been the same
Somethings been missing...
It's my smi...
Posted by on Fri, 18 Feb 2005 13:47:00 GMT |
Imagine |
Imagine this. In your hand is a very precious
creation, so fragile, so valuable that if you keep on
holding, it would either stay or fall apart. But you
loved this creature so much, so much that...
Posted by on Fri, 18 Feb 2005 12:59:00 GMT |
waiting for the bus |
i'm standing here
waiting for the bus on a saturday
laundry on my back
like i'm posing for a shot in a magazine
what the hell does it mean?
i'm a traveling man
straight from the can
i'm a thou...
Posted by on Sat, 05 Feb 2005 03:17:00 GMT |
follow him |
When love beckons you,
follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep,
And when his wings enfold you,
yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he spe...
Posted by on Sat, 05 Feb 2005 01:45:00 GMT |
