by Shawn Snyder
I look into the sky;
I see you
I look at the ocean:
I see you
I look into your eyes;
I see the beauty within
When I look into your eyes what I can see
Is a world of glory, romance and fantasy
The way your eyes shine,
How your lips tell,
Your beautifully shaped face,
Your gorgeous smell.
But what I like most is your wonderful smile
The way your cheeks go bright and high
When you walk, your hair shines bright,
Like the orange sun flying high,
Your hair, your smile and eyes are blinding
Just like the burning indian rock I would hold,
But not for God, but my devotion to you,
And how glorious it would be to die for you.
I am a turkey in hiding,
Every year in November, hunters come out with their guns and traps
Luckily, I blend in with the siding.
It's been this way for many years
Ever since the pilgrims and Indians sat down together.
I guess it's another way of sharing cheers
So, in my final plea I do request
This Thanksgiving, have ham instead
Because everyone knows that pigs taste the best.
I was walking down the street one day and I saw a roach carrying a basket on his back. I looked at the roach and the roach looked at me. I said to the roach "Why are you carrying that basket on your back?" The roach said "Because me and my family are moving to another house. The one we are in is too dirty and the children are getting sick." I said to the roach "I thought roaches could live any where." The roach looked at me, shook his head and said "Just because we can doesn't mean we will." Then he walked into the liquor store mumbling something about humanity.
The End
I was sitting in the bar last night, nursing my beer and drowning in my own sorrow when a guy sat down next to me. How I hoped it wasn't another drunkend loser trying to use a tired pick up line! My sanity wouldn't have been able to take it. As the bar tender handed me another round, the guy looked at me with a frown. "Do you believe in love at first sight?" he asked. I rolled my eyes and simply stated "Love does not exist and I do not believe in that which is false." He picked up his gin and smiled. "I see you are mending a broken heart." I sipped at my beer then slammed it down, spilling it over my napkin. "I can not break something I no longer have. My heart brought nothing but pain and tears. It has been torn out and burned along with the white dress I will never wear." The man stood with his gin in one hand and raised the other to my shoulder. "On the contrary, my dear. One day, Love will find you. Have no worries about that. Just give it time and you will see." I turned to face him for the first time and found myself face to face with a man I had never met, yet knew well. He gulped down the last of his gin and rested the empty glass back on the bar. He smiled one last time before walking out the door, and it was only then that I noticed the sack of arrows and the bow tied firmly to his back.
Sometimes I feel like the world has no ending
Like all the hurt in the universe is bound to center in me
I try to escape its grasp but my attempt remains futile
as I fall to the ground, wrapped in my sadness
and ever reaming tears.
Sometimes it feels like the world is no longer enough
and I can scream and plea for happiness that will never come
I dance and I dance and my head's in the clouds
But I don't care, and I don't mind, for it is my life and my cry
and rainbows cry every day
Sometimes I feel as though my heart is gonna burst
but then I remind myself it's not what it seems
that it is a world of hurt and a night of fear I shall just have to pass
and a day of happiness I shall just have to reach out to
and then I'm calm again,
wrapped in my silly ideas of value, of truth, of love.
I remember to be calm and the world is quiet again.
Until my world begins to scream again
But until then, my head is quiet
Sometimes it feels like the plea is never-ending
A plea unspoken is a truth not yet unfolded
But a plea that rests on the lips of a prayer is never unheard
And so I dance, still and again
for sometimes my world has no ending.
The roads we walk are rough and not too understanding
for we are the old ones in life's pace undemanding
this suitcase i got always stays packed
my heart is healthy but it's cracked
the old men tip hats as I walk by
the lady just keeps strolling as I sigh
not so sure what I'm still doing here
I'd sail the seas but I can't find a pier
woke up this morning not sure who I was today
though I knew myself last night, but that went away
so I ordered up a coffee I sat in the back
her eyes were green and the coffee black
she said I and seen you in this place before
I said cause I ain't been here as I walked out the door
now the ships they sail the oceans and planes sail the skies
me I just sail the highways among the passerbys
oh, I've seen London and gay Paree
but I'm not sure where I should be
just know its time to leave
