why does music stir a feeling in my my soul is it because what I listen to brings back memories of old elvis with his tender voice when I was young makes me think of when I was young growing up with father playing on his grammer phone or is it what I listen to now as ottis sings out loud of words of love sing out loud like this is my lovers pray I don't no but it stirs a feeling in my soul that I carnt let go the music feels my soul like ottis these words I cannot let go is it beacause ive got soul I don't no but let the music play on,

a bit of both not abused just something that stays with me love my dad he made me what I am today an amazing man and mother love them with all my heart

skin red with prints of hand what has he done to annoy this man the man his dad he don't understand why he strikes him with his hand said with voice so loud sit there don't make a sound or ill strike you once more he sits and waits for commands, the kid just dont understand mind so pure he carnt comprehend what makes the man he loves go round the bend once more he is struck again because he don't understand he wants to go and play with friends so he moves it starts again he sits waiting for the end when he sleeps it ends,

we communicate through letters. some are short with words of what we have done that day sometimes long when we get carried away I read yours they brighten up my days with pictures stapled to the page I send pictures of flowers just for you to view and words carefully put down in plain view you tell me they bring a smile to your face a tear to your eye them letters

beautiful

the bench I sit upon nearly everyday watching the world drift away someone has carved their name in its grain I can see for miles around as its on a hill in my old town landmarks like the gurkin and the London eye sometimes im alone or their might be people near by takeing in this breathtakeing scene of London town from the bench ive been nighttime from this bench is nice as lights from London town brighten up the sky wind whistles furious and fast in winter as time goes past the bench I sit upon

my heart belongs to you that's all I have to say the things we done in the beginning you taught me right from wrong where I wanted to do wrong you would tow me in line you showed me things where in the beginning I was wrong made me a better man and showed me things that where wrong like giving when I was takeing that was wrong so I done I feel strong my soul feels like I belong to this world I can finally see where one has gone wrong my heart finally feels strong in this world where once I did not belong

erotic that teasing by name by nature love it,, look what you've done bought sun to those who have none you minx

im an open book with many a torn page some have corners which have been damaged through age of neglect and well written chapters which come with age sellotape whiting the book bind where ive tried to fix my self that comes with age the cover is tattered and torn but words within is where your drawn to no dout like you

what we have is a soul within is love sometimes we have to let it go some have riches with pots of gold money to burn that's not soul giving things to the ones we love little bits of love like flowers or words that meen so much like I love you said with love what we have doesn't make what we are the fancy house the costly car what we have is our soul we cry we laught it makes us whole what we have in our soul brings tears of joy to us all

how can it be that some people just don't see, I like that real life

today the day began with blue skys above then the wind would interrupt blowing black clouds my way but I wouldn't let that dampen my day rain fell strong and fast I ran for cover but that surely past as the sun shone throught the black clouds above and wet floors dryed strong and fast today that's my day working away cutting my grass I suppose that's mother natures way that's my day

thats lovely

im not a profesional just use my eyes and remember things i see around me ive been on here now writing 4 months a lovely lady on here called leah kind of got me intrested on this and other people on here thats all truth

a song brings back memories is betterman, james morrison te words meen so much to me

love is beautiful a feeling we all search for where your palms sweat your heart beats faster when you see that person you feel at ease laught cry love we all look for this some find it some find it but dont have it for long but have to cherish it when you get it

thank you goldenhinde

thank you hippie so should you some of your work is poetry to i jus like writing what comes to mind

my imagination thats what im watching right now , no tele havent had a tele in months feels good