a chill goes down my spine
for an answer I must find.
In front of me lies a closed grave,
on the tombstone my name is paved.
Am I dead,
am I a lost soul
cast into an eternal hell
of restless beings
with no shape or form
to call our own.
Or is it just a dream
of what will happen to me
I cannot tell.
Is this my place after death
to live in the restlessness
outside the gates of hell?
Date unknown (probably the late 1960’s)
Love is the rulerof whatever dance we do.Some are fast and some are slow,but each dance is differentas the individuals doing it.So when the next dance is calledwe never know whetherit will be quick or slow.31 January 2015
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…
knowing what I dobecause I’m near you.Troubles may comeand troubles may go.The roof might cave in,but I won’t worry near you.You are that sheltering rainbow,everyone wishes to find.I found mine and I feel it,every time I’m near you.No clouds can mar,my sunny days,just so long,as I am near you.(30 June 2007)
if we had made other choicesas we ventured along life’s highway?Our thoughts revolve aroundall the bridges we have burntand the people that we knewand let their contacts cease,now wondering where they wentin the evening of our life.How much did we missif in touch we still remained?Wistful dreams of past timesthat have long faded from view.Tomorrow…
Goosebumps and other assorted things.Do you think this could be loveor am I coming downwith the dreaded lurgey?Are you spreading little bugs to meevery time you whisper in my ear?Oh no,now I have a doseof those devilish green and purple spots.Can this be love;I am beginning to wonder now.6 October 2009
and we keepspinning with it.Our livesgo this way and that,up and downand sideways flat.As the pressuresin our lives increase,we wonderif we will ever survive,but we doconstantly each day.The only time it will stopis whenwe are dead and gone.16 April 2008
