looking up at azure skies...
feeling the surge of the wind.....
listening to the sea breathe....
groping in the myth of feelings.....
trying hard to keep the illusion as it is...

lying in fields of yellow poppies....
intoxicated by the realisation of you...
its in the very core of me.....
a primivial longing in my heartbeats....
but like the mirage in burning deserts....

now i believe in the pot at the end of the rainbow....
i notice trivial details in ordinary things....
i'm looking at life through rose-tinted glasses.....
and suddenly wondering if i'm living a dream....

nice i lik eit

feeling your sweet breath on these winds,
loving your sunsets glowing my mind,
looking for tear streaked rains,
nurture these lands to spring,
bring forth love to sing,
dance upon these promised lands,
let me hold you in my hands,
hold me in your heart to sing,
take me by mine,hand in hands...........M.

dont know if this is good or not, wrote it the other day:


take me back to a place that i've never known

when i think of life as a little boy, playing with cars, soldiers and
toys, my mind goes back to a war that no one could win

no shots were fired it was fought with words, and the sad thing is that
children got hurt, and the wounds inflicted damaged their souls within

can i just go back and be a child again, back before i was plagued with
evil and sin, can i just go back to a place that i've never known

where a child can live in love and peace and he always loved by his
family, and every day he's welcome in his own home

can you take me back to a place that i've never known

WOW,GUITAR MAN! THIS IS VERY VERY GOOD, A POEM IN MY IMAGINATION AS A
CHILD, ONLY IN A GIRL'S WAY. I WOULD NOT KNOW WHAT IT WOULD FEEL LIKE TO
HAVE A GOOD CHILDHOOD WITH NO NEGLECT, NO ABUSE AND REALLY LOVED, SO
INSTEAD OF FEELING A DEEP SADNESS, I JUST GIVE EVERYTHING I DIDN'T HAVE
TO MY GRANDCHILDREN. WOUNDS DO HEAL, THANK GOD! GOOD POEM, FOR REALS!
GREENEYES

thank you for sharing Guitarma, it was very good,
we all grow up, regardless of our childhood!!we
sometimes want that magic back, where santa's real
and everything looks so big!! we grow up with the
hope of love, peace, and that little whit picket fence!

so I'm just chopped liver?

settle down mikey// Of course you are a good writer..Very..You dont have
to have other people tell you just believe..

Tonya....You ARE A LIVING DREAM>>WILL

stop whining and crying
start to see your own thoughts
of writing, you know your good
and your own rhymes,
give to others there own time!
you have great rhymes and that
is true, now stop the feeling
all sad and blue,!!

I totally miss you Will!!

(SMILES) WILL

I can pull a few good legs too....lol "FISH ON"!!!
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