Upon a hill I quietly think,
sitting closely to the brink,
do I fly or sit and think,

upon my horse did I ride,
my ghost ship now on the tide,
waiting for my return to slide,
into this lonely night we ride,
riding slow into the hills,
smell the air,feel the thrills,
hear the wolf,see the kill,
life is such a bitter pill,

upon this hill,did I ride,
with my tablet and pin at side,
to sit and stare,into nowhere,
then write about being there,
to make you see,some of lonely me,
and take us on my lonsome ride,
left alone and none to hide,

upon this hill I write my rhyme,
being still my hearts in time,
fly a dove into my sky,
as I write of by and by,

sails are tight my ghost ship fly,
fly me true across this sky,
find my love or let me die,
slowly now without loves trust,
old man knows some day he must,
ashes to ashes,dust to dust,
blood from red,now to rust,

Lonely Dove of Bleeding Heart,
the end is a better lonely start,
this my love,my home, my own,
even that which I have grown,
take not from my soul to own,
leave my broken heart alone,

Lone wolf cry your song tonight,
howl my soul to fear your fright,
feed on me my hearts delite,
lead me not into forgotten night,
forget me not,this lonely Knight,
ghost ship fly my last birthright,
fly me into this moonlit night,
on this breeze of my lonely flight.......Lonely Soul

*crickets chirping*

can we get some bug spray in here?
dang crickets are every where...lol...M.

BEAUTIFUL!

Totally Friggin Awesome!Michael.I've been following up on each segment
as if I were reading the dark tower series from S.King.Damn Bro,you've
got the skills of a true author/poet.Eventually I forsee all of these
chapters and segments harmoniously melting together and forming a great
novel one day,perhaps entitled "The Lonely Rider".Grrrrreat work,keep it
flowing.Godspeed!Cybear.

keeping copies of all of them,but giving out a few samples along th
way...

each poem I'm trying to tie together as one,
Thanx Y'all.....M.

upon my steed do I sit,
outside is quiet,
inside a fit
turmoil and boil
my mind awhirl,
lost in thought of a lonely girl
oh how my mind did twirl
for this lovely girl
she writes me of a far away life,
wants to some day be my wife
inside me heart is strife
oh how I need her for a better life
searching long into my lonely life,
softly looking for my wife
my past is cutting like a knife
old wounds hurt,from too much strife
how I feel this loving wife
now I need her in my life

holding hands through the park
walking slowly through the dark
not so fast as on a lark
within her arms,a loving ark
making love within this dark.........M.

bump for friend

Very deep Michael all your work is so good i can't say which could be
the best

THIS is key#2.a...Good work finding them