Thank you Ainjel. Would you like one flower or a whole bunch of them

Thank you MirrorMirror

Calling for yet another day


Well I’ve been thinking
And my brains been making a racket
Only dreaming
Just to pass this time of day

This sunny weather
The cars are getting a suntan
All these noises
I guess I’ll lay in the shade.

I look up
To the moonlight
Calling out for another day
Cos I don‘t want to stay
The seconds pass
And soon
The day is gone.


When I start talking
All my words start filling the room now
No more space left
So perhaps I’ll have to move

On the road side
The children are mocking the sun king
In the river
The fish watch the water rise.

I look up to the moonlight
Calling out for another day
Cos I don‘t want to stay
The seconds pass
And soon
The day is gone.


Greens my color
Grass is greener on the other side
Imagination
But my thinking is in reverse

Here’s looking at you
Because it’s better than using a mirror
Guess I’ll go now
Each day could be a blessing or a curse.

I look up to the moonlight
Calling out for another day
Cos I don‘t want to stay
The seconds pass
And soon
The day is gone.

Thank you pkd1220 that was sweet. Have a nice day.

The Robbers Philosophy


I wear black
With a sack on my back
And like to cause a sensation

Some like to give
But I like to take
My economy is apart of the nation


I have my tools that I use for my trade
And work at night but never the day
I do the job the thing I do best
Leave the scene of the crime and know I’ve been blessed


I cut all my keys
To fit all of the doors
Without ever making a sound

Enjoy your sleep
While I take what you keep
I promise they will never be found


In the morning when you awaken
You can judge my skills by the things I have taken
If you have sense you will leave it alone
Or the challenge is on and I’ll be back to your home


Some would say I’m a criminal
But they don’t understand what I do
It’s a highly skilled occupation
That’s not meant for the likes of you


They are quick to judge me
But I’ll let the judge decide
Then again that will never happen
Because I always have a place to hide


I have my health
And I have my wealth
But am driven by hidden desire

It’s in my blood
And pumps through my veins
The adrenaline will never retire


The better the trick the better the fix
A much better game if it’s not the same
It’s cat and mouse and enjoys the play
So I’ll fill up my sack and be on my way.

Isn‘t it such a shame? (Red balloon)


Smiling
Flying
Red balloon in the air

Drifting
Sideways
Without a whisper of care

The owner in blue
Has a tear in her pocket
Hand clutching the void
Arm hanging from socket
Isn’t it such a shame?


Tinker
Taylor
Solder and spy

Different
Reasons
But one tells a lie

The tinkers a friend
Of the man who makes pockets
The solder a hunter
Of the spy who steals rockets
Isn’t it such a shame?


Laughing we hear
From the people off reason
Money is law
Real truth is treason

They captured the heavens
And poisoned the water
Killed all the ancients
And kissed Satan’s daughter
The video is now on pause


Rich man
Poor man
Beggar man a thief

Right or
Wrong
It’s a question of belief

The rich man he steals
While the poor man is waiting
The beggar is hungry
While the thief is debating
Isn’t it such a shame?


Walking
Talking
Falling asleep

People
Living
It’s the hole that you dig

Millions off moving lips
Heads that are talking
To the people who are sleeping
While the stalkers are walking
Isn’t it such a shame?


The snowdrift is here
And the snowman is smiling
Looks up to the sky
And sees the sun lying

Searching the heavens
And straight past the moon
For a tear in a pocket
Or a big red balloon

The video is now on pause.

I’ll be on my way


Against a lipstick sunset
I saw a man drown
He gave out a cry
But there was nobody around

Perhaps if I knew him
He could have been a friend
And I would have felt a loss
To see his life end


There’s no way of knowing
The anonymous in the street
The events in their lives
And the secrets that they keep
Never really knowing
If they’ll be there the following day
Like the man in the tin can
Who sank beneath the waves?
Who sank beneath the waves?


A newsman on the TV
Told me about a war today
On how the rich oppressed the poor
And hid the truth away

Did the newsman expect anger?
For the information that he gave
If they all had been my friends
I would have visited their graves


But is this of any consequence
Because the news man gets paid to read
Will he change our attitudes?
Or get our eyes to bleed
Never really knowing
If they’ll be there the next day
So many images on TV
Another war another day
Another war another day


There’s no way of knowing
The anonymous in the street
The events in their lives
And the secrets that they keep
Never really knowing
If they’ll be there the next day
Perhaps were only human
So I’ll be on my way

City Drug Mama


Back street driving
Looking for a score
See the sugar man arriving
Going to blow some more


Acid rain is coming
All I do is ask
Acid gives you pleasure
Acid going to make it last.


All these people around me
****ing with my head
Outside in the garden
Cupid’s laying dead
Take my gun and bullets
And bring the mothers down
Or catch the 7 freeways
And burn the other side of town.


Mama loves her baby
Mama takes away the pain
Mama loves your money
Mama eats away your brain


Mama she is coming
All you do is ask
Mama gives you pleasure
Mamas going to make it last.


All these people around me
****ing with my head
Outside in the garden
Cupid’s laying dead
Take my gun and bullets
And bring the mothers down
Or catch the 7 freeways
And burn the other side of town.


Drug city mama
The smell of death at night
Drug mama thinks it’s pretty
The city full of live
The city it is coming
All you do is ask
The city gives you pleasure
City going to make it last.


All these people around me
****ing with my head
Outside in the garden
Cupid’s laying dead
Take my gun and bullets
And bring the mothers down
Or catch the 7 freeways
And burn the other side of town.

Thank you again MirrorMirror.

Thank you MirrorMirror.

I’ve got a story


I’ve got a story
But it’s never been clear
I’ll tell you my story
If you buy me a beer
But the paper is gone
And I don’t think - I can remember it all


I’ve been around
And I’ve rung me a bell
I’ve finished my beer
Now I’m visiting hell
And I’m not sure
If I remember the words that I wanted to say


Pour me reason
As I sleep on the bar
Read my fortune
And I’ll sell you my car
Buy me strings
For my broken guitar
And I guess it’s over
The star has now gone
So I’ll disappear


I’ll sing you a song
If you turn off the lights
The children are sleeping
And I’ve missed my last flight
My pockets are full
With broken notes for an alibi


Love is a danger
But so are the rocks
I’ll have a whisky an ice
And reset the clocks
The cigarette is out
All I have - is the smoke in my eyes?


Pour me reason
As I sleep on the bar
Read my fortune
And I’ll sell you my car
Buy me strings
For my broken guitar
And I guess it’s over
The star has now gone
So I’ll disappear


I have this riddle
Or so I’ve been told
Give me a password
Help crack this code
The fuse is lit
Nobody’s home - they’re all on holiday


Worn these shoes
And they’re causing me pain
I would have carried on walking
But it started to rain
So I need a drink
To help me forget - the direction I’m in


Lost my story
Because I left it out side
I got my reasons
And they can’t be denied
Pour me another
Because it’s here I’ll reside
And I guess it’s over
The star has now gone
So I’ll disappear

The poppy fields lament


Hey
The bullets are flying
I’m I really dying
But I feel fine
Yes I feel fine

And did you discover
You have a brother
Who’s dying on the line?
Dying on the line


In this world of madness
I was never taught to swim
So now I drown in insanity
With these emotions I hold within

Wish upon a shooting star
In the hopes your dreams will come true
One person’s dreams another’s nightmare
You can’t separate the two
You can’t separate the two


Hey
The bullets are flying
I’m I really dying
But I feel fine
Yes I feel fine

And did you discover
You have a brother
Who’s dying on the line?
Dying on the line


And the solders are prophets and poets
For the children not yet born
But no one will ever remember our names
Until there on the stone

And when this war is over
And the red has mixed with green
They will bury us in the poppy fields
To hide what we have seen
To hide what we have seen


Hey
The bullets are flying
I’m I really dying
But I feel fine
Yes I feel fine

And did you discover
You have a brother
Who’s dying on the line?
Dying on the line


And what do we say to the orphans
The reasons for our wars
When we fight for a king and country
Not knowing what the killing is for

As I lay here under the moon
In my final place of rest
The church will send me prayers
To say that I am blessed


Your church will send me prayers
To say that I am blessed
To say that I am blessed
But my blessing is this


Hey
The bullets are flying
I’m I really dying
But I feel fine
Yes I feel fine

And did you discover
You have a brother
Who’s dying on the line?
Dying on the line

Beautiful child


A miracle within the making
I see your eyes you don’t see me

Your world a future that’s before you
Unique for those who want to see


O beautiful child
O beautiful child
O beautiful child


You’re standing here upon the threshold
But you don’t understand the power

Your sweet expression painting innocence
As you breathe in your first hour


beautiful child
beautiful child
beautiful child


This peace and love that surrounds you
Protects you from the world outside

Its only time when it will greet you
And you’ll have lost your place to hide


beautiful child
beautiful child
beautiful child


Sleep sweetly new my sweetheart
Dreams your dreams before you grow

And when you wake we will remind you
About the thing we only know


beautiful child
beautiful child
beautiful child

Thank you MisKim323

Love you to death


He didn’t care if she was right
Bad words expressed within a fight
But she forgave him any way
His temper’s always there to stay

He says he’s sorry - she strokes his hair
A simple gesture to show she cares
Speaks gentle words that it’s ok
Her heart is always there to stay


One day he’ll be alone
with to much time to call his own
And remember once he had a wife
And his arguments took years of her life
But he still thinks that it’s ok
But he still thinks that it’s ok


She never thinks about herself
A sacrifice upon her health
She works her fingers to the bone
Her heart is always in the home

She tries to do the best she can
Shop in the rain while pushing pram
Thinks to herself that it’s ok
The pain is always there to stay


One day she’ll be in her grave.
Born a woman but died a slave
Then the old man can write on her stone
She died to make a happy home
And in her grave she’ll always stay
And in her grave she’ll always stay


Our man back home will marry again
Making promises wrapped around pain
A matter of time for the first fight
It doesn’t matter he’s always right


He’s born to disagree
The only words he knows are I and me
Don’t you find it comforting to?
To think this bastard could easily be you
That’s your decision ok
That’s your decision ok


So who’s to say what’s right or wrong
Where understanding should belong
I heard that religion makes a war
It kills but doesn’t know what for
It kneels and then it starts to pray
The killings always there to stay

The cat that thought it was a story


Once upon a time there was a cat that thought it was a story! Yes you may find that strange to believe but assure you there was, and it was also not without good reason, because this cat thought she was a book!

The cat was originally a birthday present for little Samantha who was 8 at the time, but as we all know there are those who quickly forget when something new and shiny comes along to attract their attention.

Well now it was Samantha’s 11th birthday party and our little cat was forgotten about, and with sadness in her eyes, she watched everybody having fun, and with saddness in her eyes counted the new present being placed on the big table.

Eventually our little cat could take no more and left to go outside with tears in her eyes, and it was not long after she went outside that she bumped into dog!!

Hello said that dog what are you looking so miserable about! The little cat looked up and said .. Nobody will read me!! The dog laughed and said you’re a cat and not a book, let me show you – I will chase you & then the dog just left.

The little cat was not pleased about this humor and walked on until she bumped into a lamp post. The lamppost looked annoyed and said – Hey do you mind! The little cat apologized & asked if he could read her and the lamppost just laughed, and almost dropped his light bulb in the process!

Our poor friend ran away from the lamppost and cried her eyes out, and then as she started wiping her tears away, she saw another cat approaching her dressed as Napoleon! The cat looking like Napoleon asked.. Madam av U zeen mijn army coz eye zeem to beee lost!!!! No our little cat replied but if you like you can read me!! The cat looking like Napoleon waved his paw in the air and said Madan U ar craazey, and pleez moov out of ze way I must vind mijn army!!

By now are little cat had enough and just ran as fast as she could to find a place to be alone. Eventually she stopped because the tears in her eye prevented her from seeing where she was going. It was then she caught a scent in her nose, and it made her think about faint memories, and since cats are curious by nature, she decided to follow it.

It was not long she came to a doorway, and quite naturally she walked through only to be astonished by what she saw. There before her eyes were hundreds and hundreds of books, all in nice rows and covers of shiny bright colors. Yes she had found herself in the local public library.

Our little cat immediately felt at home, and each book was like a personal friend to her, and her love stretched out to every title she could see. In the far corner of the library she saw a shelf with a nice cozy space between two big encyclopedias, and without hesitation jumped up , nestled down and quickly fell asleep with her friends that understood & guarded her.

As she was asleep it was natural for her not to be unaware of a little girl in a bright red coat walk into the library with her mother. It was also natural for her not to notice the little girl in the bright red coat pick her gently up, so she could be taken home to be read.

And there ends the story of our friend who was recognized for who she was, and every page that was read was followed by a new chapter to be enjoyed. The end.

Mysteries


She held a mystery
Calm within a storm
Romanced conversation
The night long
We sat together
Light within her eyes
Hiding her fears
Like the clouds
Hide rain in the skies


Fears that are laughing
Are the words within the lines?
False courage leads a blind path
That we take
On our own
If we can find what we want
If we can find what we need
If we can speak of the things that we fear
That we fear


But what is a mystery
If we chose to never hide
Do people really have to tell?
There secrets
Deep inside
Deep inside
Deep inside


Don’t lose your mystery
But I’ll take away your fears
And the words that were never spoken
Will be removed from all those years
And we’ll keep the laughter
To shine within our eyes
Never hiding fears
Like the clouds
Hide rain in the skies

Fears of Devolution


Trembling in your arms
In your arms
Of devolution

Trembling in my fears
In your fears
Of constitution

Waking up in the dead of night
Feeling so cold
Were growing old



I changed my eyes
Nothing new
No revelation

I turned to touch
Touch your skin
With hesitation

The photographs are burning now
To keep us warm
Ashes blow away



Tell me now is this what life is meant to be
Bliss I sold my soul for
Is this eternity?
Who turned the lights out?
And threw away the key
Was it really you?
Or was it me.



The TV is still on
Still on
But tuned into no station

I light a cigarette
Chewed the smoke
No consolation

The phoenix rose and died away
It won’t be coming back
Another day



Tell me now is this what life is meant to be
Bliss I sold my soul for
Is this eternity?
Who turned the lights out?
And threw away the key
Was it really you?
Or was it me.

Sometimes


Sometimes
Sometimes when I wake up
Sometimes when I get up
I can feel alive.

Some days
Some days I can see things
Some days I can think good things
I know for I have tried


I try
I try to say things
I try to share things
But they fade into the sky.

Why then
Why then people don’t listen
Why then people don’t reason
Even when I tried.


Tell me
Will they ever kiss me?
Would they ever miss me?
Even if I died.

Are there
Are there any reasons?
For the changing of the seasons
Just like the circle of life.

Sometimes Like the circle of life.