Hurry up Spring!
Why you so slow?
Winter won’t leave
until you make her go!
Bring out the birds
bring out the bees
Start the flowers bloom
if you could please.
The morning air so fresh
Pretty girls hum and sing
kids laugh and playing
Please hurry up, Spring!
love you if i may
love you if i might
but you only seem
to want to fight
love you if i can
love you if i could
but is this something
that we both should?
life is too short
shorter than we think
we loved and we lost
in less than a blink
i miss you more than i can say
more and each and every day
am i just another guy
please don’t make me cry
our lives are filled with sorrow
but there is always tomorrow
I can’t seem to write anymore
My heart has ended its war
It can’t love like it did before
No matter how much I implore
Where are all the rhymes?
How is this not a crime
All this freaking time
But a personal one of mine
Thirty four at the door
and maybe I got
time for one more.
But this body is old
and there aren’t many
stories left to unfold
These eyes have seen
A great many things
good, bad and in between
If we are here or not
Don’t matter much
long as we’re not forgot.
It ain’t no lie All I can do is try
and give you something good
and I should while we’re still alive
but is this something you would
let me?
experiment with experience
it makes sense, and so
the pretense of my intense
desire to let you know
I think your alright.
let our attraction bloom
in an afternoon we can
resume back in your room
to where [...]
I hope God has his back turned to
what is going on in this world at the moment.
For I stand in shame and exasperation for feeling
incapable of doing anything about it, if he is not.
Not to me. Not to me.
“Not guilty is not the same as innocent”
Which is the greater sadness.. that man invented religion? Or continues to keeps falling for it?
Which is the greater joke.. that church contributions are tax free? Or that the government backs it?
Which is the greater tragedy, that I have lots of choices and ways to eat when hungry at anytime, or that I get so [...]
i am here
between the space
where silence lives