Live Laugh and Love
Just listen to the breeze and the songs of the birds
for in the morning they are full of joy
The grass covered with dew as sweet as honey
the sheer pleasure to the feet.
Sleepy eyes and deep set yawns
Grumbling sounds of the tummy.
Each new day brings the joys to life
and each night brings the pleasures to end.
But each of the days and each of the nights
are the reason that we live, love and laugh
for our time in this life is measured
by the love of those we hold dear in our hearts.
for in the morning they are full of joy
The grass covered with dew as sweet as honey
the sheer pleasure to the feet.
Sleepy eyes and deep set yawns
Grumbling sounds of the tummy.
Each new day brings the joys to life
and each night brings the pleasures to end.
But each of the days and each of the nights
are the reason that we live, love and laugh
for our time in this life is measured
by the love of those we hold dear in our hearts.
A Poet's Heart
A poet's heart is more than flowery words of love,
it is a deep cavern that has reached the ends of time
and continue until there is no more sun in the day sky,
there is no more water to crash on the shores,
there is no more air to breathe but only release
from what we know of this world.
it is a deep cavern that has reached the ends of time
and continue until there is no more sun in the day sky,
there is no more water to crash on the shores,
there is no more air to breathe but only release
from what we know of this world.
What is Wrong?
What is wrong? Why cant they understand?
the daily frustrations that fill the land
We are all different in so many ways
but we are persecuted and this causes dismay
we see this thru the child of today
When will it stop? does anyone know?
many tears will fall before the final show
the children will suffer and no one will see
for there is no love
What will be come of the child? Will their heart be as gray?
Will it tear them apart with hatred and fear?
Why does this happen to the small and frail
for they are the ones who hold our future within themselves
We should teach them that we are all the same
No matter what differences that remain.
Love should be all that matters and joy should be shared
but instead its decaying from the black of man's heart.
the daily frustrations that fill the land
We are all different in so many ways
but we are persecuted and this causes dismay
we see this thru the child of today
When will it stop? does anyone know?
many tears will fall before the final show
the children will suffer and no one will see
for there is no love
What will be come of the child? Will their heart be as gray?
Will it tear them apart with hatred and fear?
Why does this happen to the small and frail
for they are the ones who hold our future within themselves
We should teach them that we are all the same
No matter what differences that remain.
Love should be all that matters and joy should be shared
but instead its decaying from the black of man's heart.
Bonny Young Lad
In the Hills of Scotland lived a bonnie young lad
who watched over this flock faithfully
He had hair as black as cool and eyes as blue as the Loch
little did this bonnie lad know
that he had stolen the heart of a fair maiden below
Oh the fair maiden so true
tried to tell the bonnie lad a thing or two
for his heart belonged to the land and of the clan
and no fair maiden would take him away
for his heart was tried and true to the land he called home
who watched over this flock faithfully
He had hair as black as cool and eyes as blue as the Loch
little did this bonnie lad know
that he had stolen the heart of a fair maiden below
Oh the fair maiden so true
tried to tell the bonnie lad a thing or two
for his heart belonged to the land and of the clan
and no fair maiden would take him away
for his heart was tried and true to the land he called home
Touch
As I walk into the streets of the small quaint village I live,
I see the buildings that surround me in the bright color of the sunlight
I see children playing in the streets, chasing a ball and laughing
I hear the hawkers selling their wares of many different shapes and colors
I hear the men bartering for the price of many things they want
I notice the women looking thru the items, both dressed of rich and poor
I smell the sweet smell of the flowers being sold by the flower girl
I smell the smell of bread baking in a near by bakery shop
I notice the rogue of boys who try to pickpocket the passer byes
but there is only one thing I feel as I walk passed these scene
which is the love of that is shared by my the true love holding my hand
as I enjoy everything around me.
I see the buildings that surround me in the bright color of the sunlight
I see children playing in the streets, chasing a ball and laughing
I hear the hawkers selling their wares of many different shapes and colors
I hear the men bartering for the price of many things they want
I notice the women looking thru the items, both dressed of rich and poor
I smell the sweet smell of the flowers being sold by the flower girl
I smell the smell of bread baking in a near by bakery shop
I notice the rogue of boys who try to pickpocket the passer byes
but there is only one thing I feel as I walk passed these scene
which is the love of that is shared by my the true love holding my hand
as I enjoy everything around me.