reality |
Why do we wait on tomorrow to do the things we wish to do, tomorrow is way to far away no one is ever promised tomorrow who knows what fate awaits., why do we question the events of yesterday what has... Posted by on Mon, 25 May 2009 20:54:00 GMT |
Have pity for the poor leprechan |
When names are no longer spoken those who are fogotten become whisper's on the wind faded memories in the legends of man even the god's that ruled lose their power to time's sands. Lugash who sprang f... Posted by on Wed, 11 Mar 2009 16:21:00 GMT |
winter |
..A Winter Poem --- It's winter in ConnecticutAnd the gentle breezes blow Seventy miles an hour At twenty-five below. Oh, how I love ConnecticutWhen the snow's up to your butt You take a breath of win... Posted by on Tue, 24 Feb 2009 20:34:00 GMT |
There are tears in this life you must cry |
Everyone wants to be something, somthing a little bit more then just what they are to find happiness praying for God or the Angels to hear looking to the sky for some kind of sign. Heaven in Hell the ... Posted by on Thu, 19 Feb 2009 20:19:00 GMT |
Hearts on empty |
Out in the world is where we live we learn to laugh we learn to give inside our heart's we learn to love thinking that give and take is the immortal law that keeps us safe from pain and woe and that w... Posted by on Thu, 05 Feb 2009 23:49:00 GMT |
stars |
Star's glitter in the night between vast spaces of gray little Angels falling down from the sky blanket the earth covering it in a coat of white seeming clean and bright .Snowflakes glisten filling my... Posted by on Wed, 10 Dec 2008 06:46:00 GMT |
Stepping Stones |
Sometime's people become stepping stones not trodden into the earth more like foot hold's towards the future in despair they lift you up to move you through the shoals of turbulent wate... Posted by on Fri, 05 Dec 2008 14:58:00 GMT |
Winds of change |
Our lives were like leaves caught in the wind's of change never living for tomorrow we just thought about today. Like grains of sand flowing through the hour glass time just had a way of sli... Posted by on Sat, 22 Nov 2008 10:19:00 GMT |
Green Is the Clover |
Laying down here alone in my bedroom, it's late at night and the sound of the clock ticking is filling the room and my spinning head. I turn around close my eye's and there you are laying beside's me ... Posted by on Sat, 15 Nov 2008 06:44:00 GMT |
dreams coming along again |
Keep searching for an answer how to make my dreams my own keep on finding little peices looking for that glow to fill my soul. When the sun is shining time moves like a river flows speeding&... Posted by on Sun, 02 Nov 2008 16:36:00 GMT |