Songs

Simple words kept in time
Flowing in rhyme.
Such to make them beautiful.

Songs hold the key
To what you

and your heart want to see.

Everyone has a favorite
One that just fits them right.

Whether its a simple 1,2
Or one for flamingo.

Songs carry our emotions
Filling our hearts like oceans.

Yes this is true,
A simple song
Has the greatest impact on you.

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Distant Winds

A whistling breeze
Chills the skin in the cold of night,
As they gather from distant lands
And caress your skin.

So gentle
As to keep you entranced
As the starry night sky
Shimmers above you.

Softly the leaves rustle again
Startling the hooting owl
As a chill runs down your spine
As the icy breeze blows again.

Distant winds
Gathered at your feet.
Cold yet sweet,
As a sweet good nights kiss.

Passions

Your words have a meaning
As they always do,
Sometimes you haven’t even seen
The hidden meaning from you.

Passionate words
Can build a nation.
Loving words
Can end wars.
Kind words
Can heal wounds
Sweet words
Can fix a broken heart.

Words have power
And people trust you more
If your words embrace these four things.

Followers may grow from masses,
But hearts are won in what you say.
Take it from me, with glasses,
I hope this made your day.

The collection

You had asked me sweetly

If i would ever so clearly

Let you write my poems down

For you to keep.
I refused to let you write

And yet I said I’ll do it 

With all my might

I’ll rewrite
And started I did

From some of my first ones

And yet the memories come flooding

Like a wave of endless tides.
I have started to lose myself 

And with my forgotten poems now at hand

I remember where I am.
I thank you for letting me rewrite

My poems

My past

My life

Crimson Tears

Scarred lines

Vivid signs

Trails of tears

I left behind.
Scarred signs,

These lines of mine,

Trails stretching

Longer and longer.
Crimson tears

Gather at my sides

My thoughts and heart collides

While I’m numb inside.
These crimson tears

Filled with my fears,

Trailing away

Till in darkness I stay.

A dollar,  a coin, a will

Drunk on pain

Dazed by thought

Thought of playin games

ended up doing naught

A golden coin

A silver mine

a treasure trove

A money grove

as many search

and few do find

success in writing

and have time to continue,

the will of the writer

the mind of an author,

the beauty of a poet

and the view of an artist,

all of them are one

with the exception of their trade,

but the fact remains standing

that their skill

and thought

leads to a work of art

etched into paper,

canvas, technology

for all to find

and all to read.

Do any of you have the will

the idea and skill set

to follow your dream and make it come true?

Middle of it all

Stepping out,

From this place,

Stepping from,

your embrace.

A world I see

Staring back

Straight at me

For an eternity.
The fleeting kiss

From the breeze.

The minor stop

Of my heart.
A world so big

Yet so small

A world so high 

Above it all.
I’m standing in the middle of it all

The hidden ark.

I’m standing in the middle of it all

In the middle of nature’s park.
I’m standing in the middle of it all

In the middle of nature’s park.

With my back against the world

Away from its cold embrace

Far away, from, its, gaze

Far away from a single trace.
And looking back

What I see

Is a new start

For you and me
In the middle of nature’s park

Standing next to you

We feel worlds apart

But I’d give you my heart

I’d give you my heart.
I’m standing in the middle of it all

In the middle of nature’s park

Feeling like we’re worlds apart

But I’d give you my heart

I’d give you my heart.