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Ray of Hope (Depression hurts!)
Gloomy days and shades of grey,
promises long forgotten.
Words of pain leave scars that stay,
choices were ill-begotten.
Rays of sun obscured by cloud,
I pray for a glint of light.
Stinging darts thrown by the proud,
add misery to my plight.
searching for truth
hunting for proof
praying for sun
praying for sun...
Clouds depart, a ray of hope,
softness instead of what's cruel.
Hope is renewed, helping me cope,
sun sparkling bright like a jewel.
Depression cuts like a knife,
carving up pieces of heart.
I need something more from life,
desperate to make a new start.
needing true love
like hand in glove
wanting to please
dreaming of more
windswept summer days that never end
flowers that bloom and never die
hallowed paths to tread lightly
happy smiles deep inside me
happy smiles deep inside
What if things were different than they now appear to be?
Wouldn't it be awesome if the seas were made of tea?
I wonder what it'd be like if the sands were shades of gray,
would the people visit still and would the children play?
I'll bet that if the birds could speak they'd say a thing or two!
What if a fish could whistle or could hum a tune for you?
Imagine how you'd feel if you could breathe under the sea,
or could fly up through the clouds and meet a hawk, or maybe three?
If I had a paintbrush big enough to paint the sky,
I'd paint it emerald green and leave the whole world wondering why.
The grass I'd color purple and the clay I'd change to blue.
Think of all the fun things we could think and say and do!
Wouldn't it be something if a child could stop a war?
And wouldn't you be stunned if hunger plagued the earth no more?
How grateful we would be to celebrate diversity.
How happy I would be to share with you my shady tree.
What's in a name?
When a child is born no one can see,
what sort of person he'll turn out to be.
Is his future set in stone by past history,
can it be determined by the family tree?
When a child is born he's given a name,
a name that when new is free from all blame.
But when he gets older will he still be the same,
or will he cause his parents much suffering and shame?
When a child is born the parents rejoice,
to create a new life is clearly a choice.
But when he grows up will he raise up his voice
against hatred and war and bias with poise?
When a child is born nobody can know,
just what's in store, how the future will go.
But if he is cherished so his spirit can grow,
his name may then honor those who love him so.
wishing wells and pumpkin shells
coffee with mint cream
wedding bells and magic spells
life is but a dream
mother says it's rain today
drought's been sixteen years
pigs will fly and cats will stray
seventeen brings tears
hooting owls and leopard prowls
burn the midnight sun
men with jowls eat fattened cows
never had such fun
father says it's time to go
new year's 'round the bend
can't be late for nature's show
fish-face now the trend
dreamer's dream and lover's love
wishing time would fly
blue moonbeam on heaven's dove
hope I never die
The TravelerI've traveled to worlds unseen, I've flown to places unknown
witnessed wonderful things
rode a horse with blue wings
My time machine is my friend, strange things to me have been shown
no one's been here before
been to many new shores
I pray this fun never ends, 'least not until I am grown.
It's lonely out here in space, just me in my small tin can
I so long for a friend
a true heart that would blend
If only I had a pal, together we'd share a plan
Juniper trees and dogs with fleas,
good times under the sun.
Marmalade skies hide odious lies,
lifetime spent on the run.
Will O' the Wisp and flakes that crisp,
comets hurtling toward earth.
Cracker Jack box and lavender phlox,
what's a human life worth?
walk with me into the sun
trust in me we'll meld as one
lives spent in eternity
wishing you were still with me
wishing you were still with me...
Billowing clouds o'er mob-like crowds,
chaos under the moon.
Earthquakes and floods and orbs of blood,
future can't come to soon!
Dancing on the Moon
i asked you once if you'd like to dance
you were seventeen with braces and gangly limbs
me a year older with a zit on my nose the size of everest
you took my hand that night and we danced to stairway to heaven
i stepped on your toes about two-thirds through, but you never let on
and we danced...
our wedding day was surreal
the band was lousy, the cake was dry
your mother kept giving me that smirk
it's the same one i got the first time i met your parents
but when i took your hand for the first dance all i could see was you
and we danced...
we tried for years to have children
dreams fade when the universe seems to be against you
we celebrated our twenty-fifth on a luxury cruise
we partied like it was nineteen ninety-nine
the band played our favorite song
and we danced...
old and gray and you've gone away
the wind still whispers your name
i avoid the places we used to go, it's too much
loneliness is the greatest curse of all, death on two legs
but at night i gaze at the moon and i swea
Have you ever?Have you ever loved so much it hurt?
Have you ever lost and loved again?
Have you ever felt as low as dirt?
Have you ever found then lost a friend?
Have you ever hugged a baby close?
Have you ever held a tiny hand?
Have you ever kissed cheeks like a rose?
Have you ever had fun in the sand?
Have you ever wished for something more?
Have you ever jumped the gravy train?
Have you ever helped someone who's poor?
Have you ever felt another's pain?
Have you ever lost someone in death?
Have you ever felt the sharpened blade?
Have you ever seen the last drawn breath?
Have you ever wished you just had stayed?
Have you ever praised the One above?
Have you ever knelt down on your knees?
Have you ever cried just like a dove?
Have you ever begged the One who sees?
Have you ever sailed into the sky?
Have you ever walked upon the moon?
Have you ever scaled a mountain high?
Have you ever rode the big balloon?
Have you ever dwelt upon the past?
Have you ever prayed for once again?
Have you ever wishe
Would you love me if...Would you love me if I told you 'bout my past and wayward ways?
Will you love me when the past returns and haunts my nights and days?
Would you love me if I then confessed about the way I snore?
Will you love me still or will you then show this boy to the door?
Would you love me if you learned about the girl whose heart I crushed?
Will you love me even though I'm shy and sometimes even blush?
Would you love me once it's been made known I quit school in ninth grade?
Will you love me knowing that my life 'til now's been a charade?
Would you love me even though my family name is barely known?
Will you love me when I'm old and gray or will I be alone?
Would you love me if you knew I once lived 'neath the Brooklyn bridge?
Will you love me if it seems I live my life close to the edge?
Would you love me if I got down on my knees and held your hand?
Will you love me if I give to you this shiny wedding band?
Would you love me if I worshiped you and gave you gifts of gold?
Will you love me and m
I Wish I Had Your SightI Wish I Had Your "Sight" 5/24/14
You are blind - but you see the world
much better than me.
You see colors I've never dreamed
and objects of beauty barely contained.
You peer deeper than any soul I know -
and I wish I had your "sight" -
your unending light that dulls
the sun and burns like blue fire.
You've lost your eyes but you
still understand the lay of the land -
the feeling of sand running through
your sensitive - delicate fingers.
Your other senses are sharp and
are able to pierce right to the bone -
to the very marrow of my being.
When you touch my face and try to trace
the shapes and curves of our embrace -
a single tear begins to fall
and I believe I've seen it all.
Our minds connect - our brains overlap -
and I am able to see your specific world -
the one you created out of a vivid imagination
and pieces of reality.
Like a fragmented dream - like a puzzle undone,
blended with the colors of a thousand sunsets in one.
I am overwhelmed and fall to my knees
when I perceiv
DepressionDepression ( 1990's )
Depression's here in my mind,
a clear thought is hard to find.
My brain is in a great thick cloud.
I am lost in a great big crowd.
Depression makes you stay in bed.
It is taking over my innocent head -
like gangrene, it has spread.
It makes me silent, scared to talk,
scared to move, look or walk.
Depression put me in a shell,
where nothing really rings a bell -
everything is hard to tell -
it put my thoughts in a deep dark well.
Depression - brain regression -
thought recession - no suggestion.
Makes you stare at a page of math
with a blank expression.
Concentration goes out the door,
now my mind has hit the floor.
I sincerely can't take anymore.
Thinking clearly becomes a chore.
I'm there in substance but missing in my brain.
In my skull it's starting to rain.
I know I'm hurt, but I feel no pain.
Some friends start to worry, other make fun.
I see fog - they see sun.
They don't know what's going on inside,
my mind is going out with the tide.
Nothing is focused, no
To my friendsFar away
Friends of mine suffer
People I've never even met
Not in person at least
But I care
And so do they
I know there's not much I can do
To help them
But they can always count on me
And I can count on them
For advice and support
Knowing that someone cares
Listening to their kind words
Already helps a lot
Haikus from the moon
Sad grin on the moon
Steaming ruins on Earth's surface
This world is dying -
Sourire triste sur la lune
Des ruines fumantes sur la surface de la Terre
Ce monde se meurt -
Lighted by the stars
How impatient Nature is -
A camellia blooms
Éclairé par les étoiles
La Nature est si impatiente -
Un camélia éclos
Cold tears falling down,
In front of her mother's grave
Even time has stopped
De froides larmes qui tombent,
Devant la tombe de sa mère
Même le temps s'est arrêté
That kills you
And there is
In a brief
Buried EmotionsBuried Emotions ( 1990's )
Everywhere I go, I think of you.
You are stuck in my head like superglue.
Whenever my mind wanders you are there
to take me back to anywhere.
I can't help but feel lost.
These thoughts have my quite crossed.
I ward off her spite by this secret not revealed.
Emotions buried, heartfelt desire concealed.
What would she say if I poured out my heart?
Telling her my feelings right from the start.
I really don't know.
So I let things go
on, as if everything is okay.
Hoping tomorrow will be just like today.
She knows I'll always be here.
Never doubting, being a friend who is near.
There to hear her stories with a listening ear.
Happy when she laughs, sad when she cries.
Being there to support her when she tries.
So each day passes with no progress made.
Yet, my endless adoration will never fade.
Sometimes I fear I will wait too long,
that the timing will be all wrong.
Maybe I'll wait for her significant glance.
Then and only then will I take the chance.
The moon is out and
I'm without a friend.
I can lay down a blanket
on a night so perfect.
Do you have any plans?
Maybe we can reconcile
I know that I-Left-you.
But for what?
I don't remember!
Life is too short for
you to be at the port
of my fleeing imagination.
Everything in my life gets
Everything that I have
My memory is like a story
that has never been told
of, not even to me.
and questions like,
What is love?
Has never been answered.
Is there any reason for it
I am a hopeless romantic.
Look at me.
Speak poetry to me.
Make me feel like I
Do this for me!
I'm sitting here at that pier.
Somewhere under the stars.
The same pier that you used to
call The Rainbow Line. Painted
I didn't know how to acquire of
you. So I came here to get inspired.
My heart told me what to tell you.
"I am not thinking with my mind."
Instead I am pouring my heart out
to you on a riverbed - flows my
melancholy days without end
grey skies stretch beyond the horizon
no light at the end of the tunnel
no silver linings for me
colors fade to black and white
smiles mask hidden agendas
people casually pass me by
who am I?
why am I here?
what do they want from me?
why can't I be happy?
an angel of light approaches
her touch stirs me deeply
my heart bleeds love
perhaps... hope lives
as she whispers sweetly:
"you are cherished"
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