Maybe it is because the words
are used too many times,
and loses the true meaning there,
of what the words really mean.
They are said just to flatter,
no emotion behind them there.
They are said to appease one,
who thinks you strongly care.
However when I say it,
the words come from my heart.
That is why I don’t often say them,
unless I really mean they are true.
the old north wind blew at the doorto chill my heart for evermore.She’s gone away I know not whereturned her back on a heart that cared.She’s gone away left me alonenow this old house is no longer a homethere is no laughter here anymorethere is no warmth like before.The old north wind chills everythingand yesterday…
where fog bound Islandawait to capture thee.We sail in a billowing cloudas soft a downy feathers white.Our emptying thoughtsdance around our headas on the seawe sail each night.In dreams, we goventuring from our worldto explore new avenues.A jumble malaiseof our dancing thoughtswaiting to be filed away.On our clouded skipper,we visit foggy out postsin an attempt…
When you write in collaborationall authors must have faithin what the other writes,for without it,anything you writestarts showing at the seams.17 January 2008
to do all the things we want to do.When we were young, it seemedas if time lasted forever,but as we grew older,there never seemed enough of itto last us through.Time never alters;it is only the pacein which we live our lives that does.As youngsters’ time to us meant nothing,but as we get older, we are…
Always too busy to settle down.The heart that wanders around,it may seek a resting place,with someone gentle and kind.However, with its wanderlust,this place it will never find.
filling the sky with a crimson glow,silhouetting the mountains to purpleand tranquillity falls quietly over everything.As the clouds of night race across the skyand darkness brings peace once again.7 December 2009
