Two hearts so much in love
could easily break tomorrow
or when the next day comes.
Two lives could be easily shattered
as nothing stays the same.
Hate can easily turn to love
the very same way.
One day you could hate someone,
next day you could love them to bits.
The future is not ours to share
for nothing ever stays the same.
Today you could say you are leaving
and tomorrow you’ll come home again;
as long as this old world keeps turning,
nothing will ever stay the same.
1 November 2009
for when the call of nature callsin the middle of the night.We would not like you to getcold tootsies walking on the flooror stumble about in the darklooking for the toilet door.We include a tin of air freshenerin case the air gets noxious tooand a box of matches so you can wee straightand not across…
Their hearts beating quicker as moments ticked byand the dust that curled around their boots,where one within would eventually lie.They stood facing one anotheron the lonely dusty street with no heart.Their hands hovered nervouslyover the guns they wore on their hips.Each waited for the others move,and slowly the hands moved closerto the marking of one’s…
where my head should be.I looked in the mirrorand was shocked at what confronted me.My head was as bald as my boot.My wife screamed, “We’ll have none of that! ”She then started combing like madour poor old cat.“I’m going to make you a toupee.”Now whenever my hair gets wetI start smelling like somethingthat popped out…
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.
what all mankind seeksthat of peace of mind.My heart and soul is openfor your message to receive.The one that brings purityand peace to set me freefrom the burdens that I carryfrom dawn to dusk.Take the blacknessfrom my heart and mindand free me thus.Oh, Lord I beseech youwithin my darkest hourto take away those sinsfor which…
Some call it the rhythm of lifethat follows us step by stepas we walk our life through.Love has a crazy beat,which we all dance to,young and old, no matter who.Whether it be winter, spring, summer or fall.Love’s crazy beat captures us alland makes us dance to its tune.Like life’s absent melodywe cannot hear it,only feel…
