Where have you gone, Amelia?
Where have the wild winds taken
you?
The fates are crying gently
To see you sail into the blue.
You were the news we longed for
From dawn to setting sun.
The world is waiting, watching.
Amelia, where have you gone?
Where have you gone, Amelia?
Where have the wild winds taken
you?
The fates are crying gently
To see you sail into the blue.
You were the news we longed for
From dawn to setting sun.
The world is waiting, watching.
Amelia, where have you gone?
The ever changing skyline of the city by the bay
Is a fascinating creature and a
challenge every day.
The people and the bustle and the
hustle of the rush
In the ever moving, pulling,
pushing, cramming, crazy crush.
It's enough to make you crazy; to
push you to the brink.
It can grind your brain to sausage;
Drive a sober man to drink.
But the millions seem to love it,
And they come back every day.
They swarm in from suburbia
Like sheep who’ve lost their way.
They do their little daily tasks
To serve their fellow man,
And when they're done they run for
home
As quickly as they can.
But that's the way things happen;
The way it's always been.
The winners wind up losers.
The losers seldom win.
So, we feed the social creature
So as not to make us lazy,
And we come back to the city
For our daily dose of crazy.
All your sweet love
You give to me.
Heart filled with passion
So heavenly.
Safe in your arms
I long to be.
Now and forever
You give to me
All you sweet love.
Two hearts together
Beating as one.
Arms to enfold me
Awaiting the dawn.
All your sweet love
You save for me.
We'll be together
Eternally.
Always your love
I vow to be.
Now and forever
You give to me
Your sweet love.
All your sweet love.
ROADS BEFORE
ME.
ROADS BEHIND
ME.
ROADS TRAVERSED.
ROADS
UNTRAVELLED///////////
SO MANY
PLACES TO GO>>>>>>
SO MANY WAYS
TO TRAVEL ########
BUT THE ROAD THAT
I FOUND LEADING TO YOUR HEART
IS THE MOST
TREASURED
PATHWAY
OF MY LIFE
Helping me
Helplessly.
Help, lest we fail.
Needing me
Needlessly.
Need we prevail?
Arrogance drives
While ignorance strives,
And love merely dies.
What a pity.
However we long
To never be wrong
And always be strong...
If not witty.
It must hold true.
We must carry through.
We need to have love...
We must have love!
The most beautiful sight this world will see
Is the autumn shades of a leafy
tree.
Yellow, orange, red and gold;
Their colors stand out so
gallant... So bold.
The autumn tree stands straight,
Stands tall...
Turns away none...
Offers shelter to all.
Until cruel winter winds,
The sleet, the snow
Make waste of the colors
That so brightly glow.
But I'm not downhearted, not filled
with dismay,
When cold cruel winter chases
autumn away.
I know the spring blossoms
And warm summer rain
Will bring autumn leaves
Back to me again.
I feel so lonely deep inside.
I want to see the willows again.
I used to wave as they waved back;
Or were they waving at the wind.
They were so graceful swaying there,
Bending down and sweeping low.
The gentle breezes in their hair...
They love the breeze you know.
I remember the day as I lay in her shade...
The sky was sinking ...red and gold.
When suddenly I turned my eye
In wonder to behold
A sight I'll not forget
If I lived a thousand years.
Silhouetted in the sky,
An eagle sweeping slowly 'round.
The beauty of that moment was
The greatest I have ever found.
The sky...
The eagle...
The willow...
And me.
Standing.
Flying.
Waiting.
Friends.
We captured that time and made it our own.
Oh! To see the willows again.
The long way around is the sweetest way home,
Or so I've heard country folk say.
No matter how far you may wander or
roam,
The long way around is the sweetest
way home.
When I was much younger than I am
today
My time was too precious to flitter
away.
I rushed and I hurried at work and
at play
Until one day I heard a friend of
mine say,
"The long way around is the
sweetest way home.
You see things much better that
way."
No matter how far you may wander or
roam,
The long way around is the sweetest
way home.
We'll stop on the way
Just to savor the day,
And we'll watch and we'll listen
To what people say.
We'll smell all the roses
And not be alone.
The long way around is the sweetest
way home.
The world is wonderful today.
The sun is shining in the sky.
The clouds are few and fluffy white
And you are by my side.
When you came into my life
I discovered how good life could be.
Before I never realized all the emptiness in me.
But now my life is a carousel
Made for just you and I,
And we will ride on our merry-go-round...
We'll never touch the ground...
Until it's time for us to say goodbye.
And I hope that goodbye never comes.
I'll pray 'til the day I die, goodbye never comes.
We'll never be lonely.
We'll never be blue.
We'll ride on our merry-go-round
'Til all our dreams come true.
Please, don't ever doubt me by asking me why.
But as long as our love is free, it never will die.
So, darling come to me now
And discover how good life can be.
There's no need for us to ask how.
It's easy to see
That our life is a merry-go-round
Made for just you and I.
And we will ride on our merry-go-round,
We'll never touch the ground,
Until it's time for us to say goodbye.
And I hope that goodbye never comes.
I'll pray 'til the day I die, goodbye never comes.
We'll never be lonely.
We'll never be blue.
We'll ride on our merry-go-round
'Til all our dreams come true.
As the piper pipes...
And the songstress sweetly sings of
love...
And the lilacs fragrantly bloom in
springtime...
As the crooner croons...
And the lovers love in sweet
loveliness...
And the summer breezes blow gently
through her hair...
As the songbird sings...
And the jesters jest so jovially...
And autumn's myriad of colors glow
in the sunlight...
As the strings play...
And the distant drums fade in the
sunset...
And the gentle snow makes barren a
host of color
And purifies the earth in a cloak
of white...
As my love for you...
As I live for you...
As I long for you... My love.
A star sits up in the sky
Looking down at the universe
In awesome wonder.
It never says a word,
But peaks its head
Out of the dark shadows of
nothingness,
And sits
Winking at the magnificent beauty
of earth.
A star is a very peculiar thing...
Whereas we go to bed when the dark
comes,
And wake with the light,
A star does just the opposite...
For it is very shy.
The rain is coming down outside,
But I ain't gonna run and hide.
I'm standing in the pouring rain,
But if I really had a brain,
I'd turn and go inside.
Bingo is a game for fun.
Mingo was an Indian.
Hapless... Hopeless...
Smoking dope is stupid.
Eat a bun.
Fingers point. "Shame, shame" they say.
There's got to be a better way.
Be nice. Think twice.
The spice of life is
Making hay from day to day.
It's time we all got serious.
It tends to make me curious;
The way we waste
Our lives in haste
Just simply makes me furious.
So, eat a pickle, pucker lips.
Twist and shout and shake your hips.
But don't dismay,
Another day
Will come your way like passing ships.
We meet. We talk. We pass the day.
We try to find that golden bay
That lies serene
A golden dream
To come and sweep our hearts away.
If you don't find your dream today,
You simply choose another way.
You scratch and bite
With all your might
For what is right to do and say.
You keep your dream deep in your heart
To feed and nurture from the start.
You watch it grow
Until you know
You've made it. You're a part.
So, don't go giving up on schemes
Though disappointment sometimes seems
To come your way.
You'll find someday
You've realized your dreams.
Someday I'm going to write you a poem.
You
may not know it at the time.
It
may not have a scheme or rhyme.
But
nevertheless
I'll
try my best,
And
someday I'll write you a poem.
On a wondrously warm silent evening
With the galaxies flaunting their wares,
I stare at the diamond light beaming,
Forgetting all worries and cares.
And the starlight beams down to caress me,
And it cradles the world near and far;
Smiling sweetly and softly above me
As I reap a harvest of stars.
Hello, is there anyone out there?
Are you asking the same thing of me?
If so, are you wearing my blank stare?
If not, then the show is for free.
So, I'll stay here and gaze at the heavens,
And think about life up on mars.
I'll dream about going there someday
As I gather my harvest of stars.
My friends say that I 'm just a dreamer;
My eyes trained too much on the sky.
But my heavenly infatuation
Is a fact that I just can't deny.
So I'll stay here and gaze at the heavens,
And dream about life up on mars.
I'll dream about going there someday
As I gather my harvest of stars.
In the
Mist---------------------------------------
There
grows a
Flower.............
That
Glistens
With the
Sparkle
Of dew drops
***a beacon***
In a world of
Darkness.
Light! Bright.
Light? Right.
Right bright
Is bright light.
Sun?
Fun...
Funny
sun
Is
bright light.
Light?
Good...
Good
would be
Bright
light.
Light?
Right.
Keep
your light.
Shine
it bright...
It's
all all right
In
bright light.
I like to laugh...
Hate to cry.
Love to live...
Don't want to
die.
Bless you, love you...
Love to think of
you.
So, don't be shy. Don't make me
cry.
I hate to cry...
Don't want to
die.
So, please... Make me laugh.
Flowers in spring prefer growing in crowds.
They seem a sociable cult.
But flowers can never grow on a
cloud
With any successful result.
A cloud is unstable, acceptive to
change.
They lose their bearing to the wind
in exchange
For a free-born spirit to stroll
'cross the blue
To wherever the wind wants to carry
them to.
But flowers are stable, their roots
need the soil.
They reach for the sun. They labor
and toil
To free their roots from the bonds that
confine;
To rescue their souls, deliver
their minds
So that they too may fly where the
free wind may bid;
To see what's to see; to shout it
out loud;
I'm free, I'm whole, my bloom is
unhid."
...But a flower can't grow on a
cloud.
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Blankety blank blank
Dad-blame, carn-sarn
Heck and gosh almighty.
Blow you top and you'll feel
better.
That for sure alrighty.
It makes no difference whose
feelings you hurt...
Makes no difference who you treat
like dirt.
Just stomp on your friends and your
brother and all,
Or anyone else who stands too tall.
It's fine to stand up for what's
right I should think.
It's fine, but no need to make such
a stink.
Because patience is a virtue you
can't overplay,
And something we all should
practice each day.
I think I'll live
forever;
See no reason why
I shouldn't.
I argued with a
fellow once
Who told me that
I couldn't.
"You've got
to die", he said to me.
"It's all a
part of living".
It seemed to me a
dumb remark,
But I can be
forgiving.
No need to make a
big "to do"
About a small
request.
I'd like to live
forever
And I plan to do
my best
To make it just
as far in life
As possibly I
can.
If I don't make
it,
I'll live 'til I
die,
And take it like
a man.
Oh, you warbling warbler
Perched on my fencepost.
Warble your warble,
Cry your cry.
'Feed me. I'm hungry.
I'm always hungry.'
Feed me your birdseed,
Your bread crumbs, your worms.
I can't get enough.
I can't get too much.
Just keep it coming. Don't let it stop.
I won't get enough until I die.
I won't get too much if I live
forever.
Worry worry
Hurry scurry,
Makes you seem
All in a flurry.
Makes you feel bad,
Wears you out.
Makes you almost want to shout.
We all have problems...
All worry some,
But worrying about things
Won't get them done.
So
Think out your worries.
Find out what's wrong.
You'll find that your worries
Will soon be gone.
Sitting by the fireside...
Much too cold to go outside...
Watching the wind thrust forth and
back...
Fighting the pine with a whip and a
crack...
"Pop"
the fire bursts onto the hearth.
The flame sings
"crack" and "crackle" again.
The tall smoke
rises into the skies
To be toppled by
the wind.
But the fire is confined, its anger
is stored
In the corner of light it supplies,
Until its anger consumes it in
flame,
And thus in defiance, it dies.
But it sings in its anguish,
It longs to be free.
To those who confine it, it longs
to decree
Its terrible force, its unleashed
power,
The sorrow it leaves as it starts
to cower.
And I think...
Is not this the story of men?
To live, to grow stronger, to fight
to the end,
And on leaving leave sorrow
That grows less each tomorrow.
A madness of perplexity
Is what this
World
Looks like to me.
Right and wrong
Are all the same;
Depending on who runs "the game".
Anarchy rules supreme in my mind***
Leaving
All
Sense
Of
Logic
Behind.
I become a giant.
Ibecomeanelf
I search and I search,
But I can't find myself.
I live and I learn...but get nowhere.........
But when I'm gone, will anyone care?
Will the world go on?
It survived before...
I'm sure when I leave
It
Will
Do
It
Once
More.
This "madness"
is not an obsession with me
For these thoughts are only a
drop in the sea.
The noise outside is silently growing
To fill the room with emptiness,
And the problems of the world
Ride through the air of time and
mind
To rest on the shoulders of each
and every man.
To take them seriously:
To make him
thoughtful,
To make him
concerned,
To make him
forlorn,
To make him
belong.
To take them lightly:
To make him
thoughtless,
To make him discerned,
To make him
cajoling,
To make him
trivial.
To be a man; to be a part
He must lend a hand; must give his
heart.
For he who is careless is nothing
but wrong,
And he who is thoughtless can never
belong.
That little thing
inside a person...
Conflicting right
and wrong...
Distinguishing
good from evil...
Turning desire
into achievement...
Transforming
guilt into restitution...
A conscience.
It's a long long time from now 'til then;
The time I will truly find
All the thought and creativity
That dwells within one mind.
With a gift of love
A gift of song.
And all the things that must belong
Within a mind in which peace
dwells.
I try to think but all thought
fails
To bring to me and all mankind
The beauty that is peace of mind.