| The Winds of Life My love is like the changing winds� Here today and gone again. Some winds are strong and demand attention; Such is the love that strives for recognition. My love is calm and gentle as the breeze. This is the love lived without fame and praise� Like the soft, sweet breeze that soothes the soul and caresses the skin. Here today and gone again. |
| Poetry For A Flower Child |
| Come Share Come be my friend today, My companion today, My lover today. Come share these things That mean so much now. For tomorrow may be our last And all we would have is The sweet memories of yesterday. |
| Free Spirit Like the Wind I am a free spirit Wondering the world Making others joyful In what they know as despair. Come and go As the wind would In a heavy storm�. For this moment, I care for you; Hold you dear to me� Not knowing my next path. I make love to you; I make your life content. But, I must go one day�. Not today, but someday�. On another journey To save another heart and soul. |
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| Created: July 6, 2002 (c) 2002 - 2008 by Richard D. Baker Jr. All Rights Reserved |
| The Page Is Dedicated To Mary Jane |
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| Poem of Freedom Of Charm, I see your eyes; Of Freedom, I see your soul. I lay here trying to put thoughts to paper; But, my heart takes me on a journey To dream of you, The blue of your hair, The color of death. You are much alive in my mind To have you near to talk to�. A journey traveled by two�. Course unknown�showing good and bad. My eyes draw close; I seek refuge in your free spirit, Hiding from the death of reality And the dragon of desolution. You have set me free!!! |
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| Latest Update: May 4, 2003 |
| Never Be We An evening in a park, A creek runneth by, Upon a tall hill within, You stood by my side. Sweet fragrance filled the air, Stars filled the heavens above; I felt as if you wanted me; But nothing came from thee. We traveled many an avenue, Seeking pleasures of the mind; But when it came to the heart, You fell by the wayside. Fleeing as you did, Never lasted a full week, You wilted from my site No more would we be! |
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| Bitter Sweet Olive hair, once was blue, A pretty smile, a heart untrue... Bell bottom pants, beads dangling free, Watches, bracelets galore for all to see� She�s 30 years late this flower child degreed; My Lord O�Lord where can the 60�s be. Living a world of crime and drugs Her frail little existence swept under a rug. Too much alcohol and too much pot Has fried the brain of this dreadful young lot. Looking for food and a place to sleep, Sometimes the only bed is on the streets. She puts on a charm and begins to play A dangerous game you will later pay. Once you�ve tasted her bitter sweet, You become in her eyes another slab of meat. |
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