They forget

They forget that they loved me once

They forget they will love me more once

They make mistakes

Yet do not know

How the Thames does flow

My love for all of them

Does simply flow

This I want them all to know

What is life but a passing phase?

A strife one can’t erase

When you meet me in real life

You will surely realise

How narrow was your mind

Then and now perhaps

An angel like me

Can you ever find?

No perhaps

The biggest situation a person can every be in is when you.Think so hard it make your brain hurt.I was in that situation about a week ago.That still got me in the state of mind.That I don’t know what to do anymore.It’s just like alot of stuff have change.Like alot I can’t explain to myself,cause everybody will not understand.Every person got they own eye at things.I can’t say what it really is but,hope I figure it out before the wind get lose.I sit and think like I don’t even know this person anymore.But sometime I guess that’s what future got in store for everybody.

Up on Dunraven Pass

in the heart of Yellowstone,

we hopped out of our car

to see why so many people

were running with their cameras.

I asked a fellow tourist

what all the stir was about–

“Some sort of animal, I surmise.”

But to our great surprise,

it was a mother grizzly

with her four cubs crossing

the road for a lower meadow.

As she crossed, her claws

went clackity-clack on the

asphalt surface and her

four cubs let out crying growls

at all the people until they

gained the safety of a

very lush green meadow.

Image via Wikipedia

Image via Wikipedia

water gushes out and dampens my dark-blue-shirt,

spectators watch in silence hoping to read what happens next,

disciples hold their pens as they stare and anticipate my raising,  

a new decision flows freely from my heart; poetry will honor women.

I lie in bed; my dreams are very different from yesterday.

Dreadfully today gives lower back pain, I aspire to recreate yesterday. 

Drained empty, it burdens me sadly to attend the funeral of L.P.

Accomplishments are obtained by ambition,

poetry without passion is a body without purpose,

Oneal without god is love without growth.

Thou shall not envy his neighbor

learn to turn the other cheek.

I ignored your calls and texts, oh Vulture

Wont answer your emails your blocked forever.

Facebook?

Our friendship drowned in the toilet

gone as a pound of flesh carved from your body.

Built with wipers that wash away landscape poetry,

My car navigates around rotten poets

who cling to broken-tree-branches and colored-leaves.

My Lexus is justice for every young poet.

My books cement my position as

a Canadian fighting for the integrity of all poets.

I have heard; “Salvation comes after His death”

is what some Christians have said,

“Belief in one God”

is what all Muslims have said.

I say, love is like air, necessary for all of us

so I would prefer to shake the hands

of Jacob and Esau; children of Abraham.

First Verse:I’m alone in this cottage of my life
                 As the mistress of all this wealth
                 But to no one here I am a wife
                 So come my love you bring me health

Chorus:Bend me over,bang me over
            I’m your mistress of love
            You are my joy of hope
            Bend me over,bang me over
            In my distress above
            You make me cope

Second Verse:As I lie in this couch I long for you
                     Come and feed on my big juices
                     I’m on heat for your milk so sweet and
                     true
                     My candiapples are calling smooch and
                     use us

(Repeat chorus…………………………………………..)

Bridge:Anytime I hear a knock I pray it is you
           Mirror morror on the wall will you see me 
           through
           Tease my lips and lovelistock rock me steady
           rise and fall
           I’m your baby big-stuff gurl you do me well

(Repeat chorus…………………………………………..)

Footnote:Warning:Adult material – all children below the age of eighteen and immatured should stay away from this page.
Writing ‘Bend me over’ actually brought me to a point where I wondered about a whole lot emotionally cause the tone of the song is meant for a woman bemoaning her lover to deliver and liberate her passionately and that is where I got stuck cause as a man I wondered how ‘am I gonna sing this – lol! ?’ but I enjoy singing it all the same and think it’s fun doing it with joy but it will be more exciting to hear it from the lips of a woman sometime.
This song largely defines the notion that deliverance and redemption can be found in many diverse ways and forms…I’m actually tickled into laughter writing all this….lol!

(I enjoy writing all kinds of woofy songs but once in a awhile I tend to explore my sweet-goofy-side of passionate-intrigues in this regard…lol!)

My best friend’s Jemima

She’s in my class at school

She’s not especially pretty

She’s not what you’d call cool

She can’t spell words for toffee

She always gets in late

She’s never got a pencil, but

Jemima’s my best mate

On my boat on the lake

And my thirst I did slake

With a beer and a whisky or two

Then when coming about

I could hear someone shout

In the water both me and the crew

It’s heard in simple greetings,

And seen mostly in simple gifts.

Is your friend hungry?

Feed him. Is he thirsty?

Give him a drink.

Always think of what you can do to help someone.

Most importantly forgive anyone who has offended you.

Don’t hurt other people’s feeling through words or actions.

Love everyone, and be kind of all.

It means that it’s marked by great beauty.

The life of a Christian is glorious.

This means your life has been filled with good things

Because you’re a Christian.

Everything you need is in this life.

This includes living in divine health

And having good grades in school.

All the good things He has provided for you

Will cause you to be successful in every area of your life.

That’s the glorious life!!

Chorus:I’ve been longing for sometime
            Of your sweetness in goodtime
            Tick tock goes the clock and tell
            Gladly under no spell and saved by the bell
Saved by the bell you are welcome
I miss you well
Saved by the bell welcome home
Sweet is your smell

First Verse:Life in this house I’m bored to death
                Wanting you earnestly
                Watching the days go by unmet
                By your sweet good loving to me
It seems you have been away for far too long
Hording my passions just for you
These novels and toys can’t replace where you belong 
Running I see you in view

(Repeat chorus……………………………………………………………………….)

Second Verse:Romancing the pillow tossing and turning
                     I’m fed up without you
                     I’m tired nursing sorrow rolling up and down
                     I need someone to love me like you
The drama and shows  all around do not
Bring me the joy you do
The chitchat and stuff that I do online
Compares none to you

(Repeat chorus……………………………………………………………………….)

Footnote:This song idea came from an old novel that I read sometime ago.I think it’s a normal situation of longing and romance to be shared in song.