| Fireworks |
| The crack of the firecrackers as they explode, As they fling, From a spring, And then by themselves, they reload! On the fourth of July, A large rainbow at night, Oh, am I a liar, That is't raining fire? Am I, oh am I, alright? The sprinkle of gold, It's green or it's mold, Why doesn't anybody care, There's bright confetti in the air? And every night I'm hopin', There's a paintbox bursting open, Watching all of the animals flee, While we're dropping colors in the trees. POP! The rocket's been torn, Looks like colored popcorn, A sparkle of red, It's now time for bed. |
| New to Old |
| NEW FRESH, COLORFUL BLOSSOMING, FULL, NEWBORN YOUNG, UNKNOWN, MATURE, KNOWN WILTED, EMPTY, AGED STALE, COLORLESS OLD |
| Feeling |
| Lonely is a feeling Of being only one Silent and solitary In a world full of fun Lonely is a feeling When your heart feels lost A time to look at life And evaluate its cost Lonely is a feeling Of being all alone A world without TV A stereo, or a phone Lonely is a feeling Of privacy and such A time to spend with hobbies you cherish very much Lonely is a feeling I don't ever want to have It makes me feel like crying And being very sad |
| The Fact of Life |
| Through worlds of darkness And many places of light Many reality and many unreal Men will wander, there and back Upon their return, they will find: Not what is looked for Not what is hoped for Not what is longed for But truth, they will find It hides un-looked for It hides un-hoped for It hides un-longed for In the deepest depths of the mind And it will only be found When it is un-searched for Then, and only until then Will it be un-masked By hopes and dreams, and Longings and wantings, and Askings and beggings It may always be found It cannot be created It cannot be destroyed It just IS, and we can do Nothing to chang that fact That ever-present, Fact Of Life! |
| Hoping For The Best |
| We've met with thoughts and words But, in person, we have not I've noticed in my past That some loves do not last Must it always be so? No matter where I go? I try, but it never works out Yet I continue the attempts I work so much, that Time goes by so quick There is never enough of it To do the things I most want To be with and care for For someone special to me To love and enjoy the companionship Of someone special to me To be that someone special To somebody I really care about Have I met that someone yet? I cannot be the judge of fate Only time will make us see Whether or not, it is to be I wish and hope for the best But, inside, I expect the worst |
| Untitled |
| Tell me now, my beloved Can I open the door for you? Pay for the meal, may I? Take you out for the day, or eve Without explaining when, where or why? Buy things for you un-asked for? Without rhyme or reason for my actions These things are what and who I am Can you live with these? Or not? |
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