My lips want to burn against yours
sparks would fly around the room
full of twinkling lights that are stars in the air
A perfect match would have been made
at that moment
The petals of the rose are still together
for the hope
Everyone else says it's just a phase
they don't care about the inner feelings
that are deep in the heart
They all think that the feelings will be forgotten
why would they say a thing like that?
There are all kinds of definitions of love
They just don't understand me
they are too busy with their lives
not paying attention to mine
I'm experimenting the feelings that are welled up inside
feeling like a dried flower lying on the cold floor
lonely, used, and old
the bloom spirit died into the dust
there is no way back to health
trying to breathe the damp air
The room is still, so dark
no life was to bring this flower back
All spirits left without a trace
all gone, all alone, with no where to go
Lying on the floor
long forgotten
Regrets fly around the room
thirst for water, being drowned by air
That flower is my heart
People do not understand my feelings for you
so fragile to keep inside
Secrets to keep in my heart
disappointment comes through
telling me to be open, honest
Still, they don't understand
Written in 1998
Ah me, as a teenager and being heavily influence of the lyrics by Stevie Nicks, Courtney Love, and raging hormones.
Showing posts with label nature. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nature. Show all posts
Saturday, May 18, 2019
Monday, October 16, 2017
Ocean Dreams
The wind blew against the sea
buried treasure was near the Key
Seagulls flew above the ocean
knowing that their prey was at the location
Sand washed against the shore
like it has done so many times before
Ships carried trades that are in need
with international people to feed
Sun rose from the water
it didn't cause a disturbing bother
Doing it's regular nature by the time
knowing that every other time
Explorers discover something new
an independent kingdom grew
The ocean is filled with wonderful creatures
never spoil the goddess of all kinds of nature
Originally written in 1998
buried treasure was near the Key
Seagulls flew above the ocean
knowing that their prey was at the location
Sand washed against the shore
like it has done so many times before
Ships carried trades that are in need
with international people to feed
Sun rose from the water
it didn't cause a disturbing bother
Doing it's regular nature by the time
knowing that every other time
Explorers discover something new
an independent kingdom grew
The ocean is filled with wonderful creatures
never spoil the goddess of all kinds of nature
Originally written in 1998
Sunset, Sunrise
It is the end of the day
a giant golden ball settle on the ocean
Disappearing from the view
yellow, red, and orange blend in
Sun rays touch the soil of the Earth
clouds cover their white dust to light grey
with pink, purple, and turquoise
Setting into the new world to shine below
leaving the outer space to take over
the magic of the cycle
It's the beginning of the night
Stars appear brighter and brighter
the moon glows with shades of what and gray
Everything is now quiet
not a sound other than mother nature
Crickets begin their nightly chirp
a cool feel reach to the haze of the fog
Flowers open their petals to release their fresh scent
Morning comes with sunrays hitting the sky
Colors of pink, yellow, and blue
Birds sing and catch their prey
the action is starting to happen
It's the beginning of a new day
Originally written in 1997, revised in 2017
a giant golden ball settle on the ocean
Disappearing from the view
yellow, red, and orange blend in
Sun rays touch the soil of the Earth
clouds cover their white dust to light grey
with pink, purple, and turquoise
Setting into the new world to shine below
leaving the outer space to take over
the magic of the cycle
It's the beginning of the night
Stars appear brighter and brighter
the moon glows with shades of what and gray
Everything is now quiet
not a sound other than mother nature
Crickets begin their nightly chirp
a cool feel reach to the haze of the fog
Flowers open their petals to release their fresh scent
Morning comes with sunrays hitting the sky
Colors of pink, yellow, and blue
Birds sing and catch their prey
the action is starting to happen
It's the beginning of a new day
Originally written in 1997, revised in 2017
Friday, August 23, 2013
The Flower of Love
A love is like a flower
plant a seed in the soil
watch it grow
watch it blossom
fill with admire
The stem stands up, holding all together
the leaves spread to show their beauty
the petals blooming their colors
full of nature life
be in awe
Within time
the petals wrinkle
then wilt
before flying away in the wind
letting go to the unknown
Like death do love part
deep down the love lingers
down to the root
that keeps the spirit alive
holding together
Nourish with sun and water
to grow again
a new love is born
a new piece of life
for a new generation
Originally written in 2004
plant a seed in the soil
watch it grow
watch it blossom
fill with admire
The stem stands up, holding all together
the leaves spread to show their beauty
the petals blooming their colors
full of nature life
be in awe
Within time
the petals wrinkle
then wilt
before flying away in the wind
letting go to the unknown
Like death do love part
deep down the love lingers
down to the root
that keeps the spirit alive
holding together
Nourish with sun and water
to grow again
a new love is born
a new piece of life
for a new generation
Originally written in 2004
Saturday, June 15, 2013
Rose Petals
Rose petals
wilting in the meadows
feeling beautiful
long and willow
leaves feeling like lace
Rose petals
feeling like silk
blossoming to the sun
closing at night
the smell of fresh
Rose petals
alive for a long time
peeling near death
gentle to the touch
embracing the rain
Rose petals
Originally written in 2001
wilting in the meadows
feeling beautiful
long and willow
leaves feeling like lace
Rose petals
feeling like silk
blossoming to the sun
closing at night
the smell of fresh
Rose petals
alive for a long time
peeling near death
gentle to the touch
embracing the rain
Rose petals
Originally written in 2001
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Flower
Petals are soft on the touch
stroking on it's light feathers
wilting of the age
blooming to the sun
falling gently to the ground
Blossoming through the soil
the stem still standing
Leaves holding the need of water
Rain falls
Sun shine
petals fly in the air
leaves breeze against the wind
holding to the knitted web
Brightness shine as fire
growing beautiful
Night comes
petals release the perfume
Day of hot
Night of cold
passing through it's own life time
Originally written in 1999
stroking on it's light feathers
wilting of the age
blooming to the sun
falling gently to the ground
Blossoming through the soil
the stem still standing
Leaves holding the need of water
Rain falls
Sun shine
petals fly in the air
leaves breeze against the wind
holding to the knitted web
Brightness shine as fire
growing beautiful
Night comes
petals release the perfume
Day of hot
Night of cold
passing through it's own life time
Originally written in 1999
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
She the Gypsy
A lady was walking down the street
with sandals on her feet
Rainbow color robes and scarves were blowing in the wind
on her face, there was a grin
spreading across her cheek
speaking in all kinds of languages of Italian, Spanish, French, and Greek
People were looking at her, either laughing or in silence
they were not at all disturbing her presence
She was lost
in her own thoughts
People around her were so cruel
but she had her own special jewel
Their minds were so full of mean and hate
that is not what is in her wishful fate
Others wonder why her nature is so weird
about her life as it appeared
Her jewelry dangled across her chest
falling down between her breast
Her earrings were long and colorful
yet, she felt so wonderful
Her rings glittered their reflection to the sun
her mind was having fun
Her bracelets sung a delightful song
happy to know where she really belong
she walked for a very long time
crossing fruits of apples, oranges, and limes
passing through all kinds of land
her sandals touching the pure white sand
There was a sudden silence around her human being
a lot of Mother Nature that she was seeing
She's a gypsy
moving to different places to explore and see
she had other gypsies with her
following her believing nature
She knew where they were
waiting for her, so they could continue to go far
But, she knew that she would be there and go wherever that they feel
she can not help but let out a happy squeal
She has everything that she ever wanted
feeling that her dream-come-true was granted
Her own world was filled with lace, velvet, and flowers
with clothes that came out of the mending hours
To the gypsy that she was
to receive her willing kiss
Originally written in 1998
with sandals on her feet
Rainbow color robes and scarves were blowing in the wind
on her face, there was a grin
spreading across her cheek
speaking in all kinds of languages of Italian, Spanish, French, and Greek
People were looking at her, either laughing or in silence
they were not at all disturbing her presence
She was lost
in her own thoughts
People around her were so cruel
but she had her own special jewel
Their minds were so full of mean and hate
that is not what is in her wishful fate
Others wonder why her nature is so weird
about her life as it appeared
Her jewelry dangled across her chest
falling down between her breast
Her earrings were long and colorful
yet, she felt so wonderful
Her rings glittered their reflection to the sun
her mind was having fun
Her bracelets sung a delightful song
happy to know where she really belong
she walked for a very long time
crossing fruits of apples, oranges, and limes
passing through all kinds of land
her sandals touching the pure white sand
There was a sudden silence around her human being
a lot of Mother Nature that she was seeing
She's a gypsy
moving to different places to explore and see
she had other gypsies with her
following her believing nature
She knew where they were
waiting for her, so they could continue to go far
But, she knew that she would be there and go wherever that they feel
she can not help but let out a happy squeal
She has everything that she ever wanted
feeling that her dream-come-true was granted
Her own world was filled with lace, velvet, and flowers
with clothes that came out of the mending hours
To the gypsy that she was
to receive her willing kiss
Originally written in 1998
Monthly Holidays
In January, it is the New Year
ringing in everyone's ear
In February, hearts are flying everywhere
that means Valentine's Day is here!
In March, St. Patrick's day is wearing green
it makes a lovely scene
In April, the bunny hides the eggs
it's white, fluffy, and it has big legs
To honor our mothers on a special day
which leads us to the month of May
June is for our father
with plenty of love and honor
In July, we celebrate
to the United States of America, which is great
In August, we take a break
that's enough that we can take!
In September, it is back to school
to learn and operate our important tool
Ghosts and witches come to haunt October
our candy is out-numbered
In November, we eat very much
to gain lots of weight until tomorrow' lunch
In December, we celebrate Jesus's birthday
to open our presents on Christmas day
Originally written in 1998
ringing in everyone's ear
In February, hearts are flying everywhere
that means Valentine's Day is here!
In March, St. Patrick's day is wearing green
it makes a lovely scene
In April, the bunny hides the eggs
it's white, fluffy, and it has big legs
To honor our mothers on a special day
which leads us to the month of May
June is for our father
with plenty of love and honor
In July, we celebrate
to the United States of America, which is great
In August, we take a break
that's enough that we can take!
In September, it is back to school
to learn and operate our important tool
Ghosts and witches come to haunt October
our candy is out-numbered
In November, we eat very much
to gain lots of weight until tomorrow' lunch
In December, we celebrate Jesus's birthday
to open our presents on Christmas day
Originally written in 1998
Sunshine Girl
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galloping your thoughts of life
Sunshine lust drapes your body
crystal blue travel eternity
Running miles away from your territory
ghost of white floating in the sky
golden rays of light feel warm
relaxing from a state of mind
Bluebells and lilies sing their blooms
casting out their skirts toward the sun
your hair flopping from the wind
energy of happiness spreading in your spine
Water dew embracing across the grass
birds chirp with delight of the new day break
Clear air smelling fresh and crisp
your mother nature hugs the welcome
Oh, Sunshine girl, galloping on your horse
willow the shades of freedom
with a grand spell with nature luxury
You found your home
your Heaven is all yours
the dream that caress in your head
came true when you closed your eyes
and went to sleep
Originally written in 2002
Dedicated to Linda Eastman McCartney 1942-1998.
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
A Peaceful Night
Everything is so quiet at night
birds prepare for their morning flight
Clouds seem to look like they are not there
there's a cricket somewhere
Everything is so peaceful
so dark and very successful
People dream about their fantasies
ships and boats are at high seas
Water acts like it's not there
looking like a giant mirror
Past times are over to the present
some things are very pleasant
Pressures are off of everyone's shoulders
some are afraid to get older
Time pass by the hour of a minute
days goes by, doesn't it?
A new day to look forward to
a young child will learn how to tie a shoe
At night we get to see what space looks like
under a peaceful night
originally written in 1998
birds prepare for their morning flight
Clouds seem to look like they are not there
there's a cricket somewhere
Everything is so peaceful
so dark and very successful
People dream about their fantasies
ships and boats are at high seas
Water acts like it's not there
looking like a giant mirror
Past times are over to the present
some things are very pleasant
Pressures are off of everyone's shoulders
some are afraid to get older
Time pass by the hour of a minute
days goes by, doesn't it?
A new day to look forward to
a young child will learn how to tie a shoe
At night we get to see what space looks like
under a peaceful night
originally written in 1998
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