but then one-day love didn’t sing,
and you ended up, an angel with a broken wing.
Your tears flow with every hour;
your cries are filled with pain.
You played at the game of love and lost;
now you’re an angel with a broken wing.
Like almost everything in loves game,
you will find that with time,
life can be wonderful again,
and mend an angel with a broken wing.
a thousand lives fruitlessly lead.Such a sight my eyes behold,with no motive I am told.Waters deep from rippling streamsglazed of gold by sunbeams.What is such a seeming less trek,the phantoms of the mind conjures,are the images we see, ourselves,or are we just microscopic cells.Flowers on a thorny bush,with beauty such as they inspire,petals bright of…
My heart will be singingloves old refrain,saying won’t you come back again.I’m going to miss you,going to miss youwhen you go.How will I live without you?How will I get on?My heart is going to cry,telling me this is wrong.I ask myselfwhy has this happened.Why are you walking out the door?There is no answer,no one can…
to the sensual soundsof hearts beating as one.Arms enclosed around one anotherin a world they call their own;there is no external intrusionwith the internal fusionof lovers gripped in passionwithin one another’s embrace.6 September 2008
I stop, turn and stare.Her bottom wigglesOooh, I’m temptedThen my conscience kicks inTo remind me thatI have a wife, three kids and a cat30 Jan 2007
extend a healing handover the sick and infirmedacross every land.Help them to recovera little bit each day.Help them, as they would want to help us.Be with them daily as they recover.
for the occupant within.Those that walked the corridorson their endless treksearching for their lost lovesthey never wanted to let go.The yawn of a door openingbeckons someone inthen the click of it closingshows that they are gone again.Still the occupants wanderon their endless trekas the hint of jasminelingers in the air.14 October 2009
