Everyday I get out of my bed,
Thinking of things never said,
If my wishes were a horse,
Would draw them to the water of remorse,
I'd walk a step, walk a mile,
A bridge, fall out of file,
Cross it, regroup and walk again,
Oh! Why, it's perfectly sane,
Here I am, tempt me now,
In this life, with all you’ve got and how,
While you sit back and play second fiddle,
Will head out and uncover the riddle,
My pony has grown wings,
A flying unicorn, such joy it brings,
A thud, a fall below to the ground, I run,
The dream is over, or has it just begun?
I'd walk a step, wear a smile,
But the world looks in revile
Cross it, regroup and walk again,
Oh! This time in vain
Somewhere Life Is A Figment of Imagination
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Sunday, January 15, 2006
Lil' Emily
Little Emily wanted to play,
With all her little friends except Fey,
To let her hair loose and dance away,
In the bright mid summer’s day,
She made models in clay,
While her friends howled hip hip hurray!
She wanted everybody to stay,
Since she did not share her toys, all went away,
Emily made friends with a donkey and loved his bray,
She rode on him everyday,
The meandering stream; listening to jazz by the bay,
Made her incredibly happy and gay,
One day lil’ Emily on the mountain of pasqueflowers she lay,
Lovingly looked at the donkey but had something to say,
Just then the mighty rotten dragon arrived and to the donkey said “hey”!
“That’s my sweet Emily, for the love of your bones, you better hide away”
With all her little friends except Fey,
To let her hair loose and dance away,
In the bright mid summer’s day,
She made models in clay,
While her friends howled hip hip hurray!
She wanted everybody to stay,
Since she did not share her toys, all went away,
Emily made friends with a donkey and loved his bray,
She rode on him everyday,
The meandering stream; listening to jazz by the bay,
Made her incredibly happy and gay,
One day lil’ Emily on the mountain of pasqueflowers she lay,
Lovingly looked at the donkey but had something to say,
Just then the mighty rotten dragon arrived and to the donkey said “hey”!
“That’s my sweet Emily, for the love of your bones, you better hide away”
Thursday, January 12, 2006
No Name
Climb a hill,
Walk the lane,
Build a windmill,
But still miss the train,
Wear a smile,
Till the cheekbones hurt,
Wait a long while,
In solitude and turn to dirt,
Lose your love, to keep a friend...
Walk the lane,
Build a windmill,
But still miss the train,
Wear a smile,
Till the cheekbones hurt,
Wait a long while,
In solitude and turn to dirt,
Lose your love, to keep a friend...
Sunday, January 08, 2006
The Next Step
Had a lovely evening today. Met up with a dear friend and her new found love. What a sweet couple they made. Seemed just perfect for each other. Finally good to see the rock crumbling. No, it is crumbling for a reason, so that it can become the very foundation for the long private road called life on which they can hold hands and walk, each step, together, all the way till their hearts ripe.
May god give them strength, perseverance, patience, peace and fill their hearts with love for each other, forever.
May god give them strength, perseverance, patience, peace and fill their hearts with love for each other, forever.
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