a frog or is it a toad,
it turns into a prince or a princess,
depending on which story you have heard.
I thought that I would test the theory.
First on a frog, I tried,
but nothing happened there.
Then I grabbed the biggest toad,
gave it a great big kiss as you know.
All I ended up with was a big wart
on the end of my nose.
So if you are looking for a prince or princess,
do not kiss a frog or toad,
because you might end up like me,
with a big wart on the end of your nose.
Death is forming soul, and his raptures be.I can no longer comfort you,in this hour of your need.Death has taken you too far from me.A stone husk is all that’s left.No warmth there within your breast,no heart beating to keep you warm.Nothing but a cold piece of flesh.Stiff you become, as the hours grow long.Your…
if we put or mind to itand really start to believe.Our pioneering spiritoften lays dormant insideand only when we chase a dreamdoes it become realised.We have to want something so badlyto make it come true.That goes for everything in lifeand in everything you do.1 May 2008
I was just a strangerlike the passing wind,here one minute and gone the next.I leave no footsteps that you can followothers have destroyed them as they went alongleaving me just a shadowthat might have crossed your path.One that faded awayas the darkness called.27 May 2016
but they never put oneon themselves.Stress related illnesseskill more people in the world today,but consecutive governmentsrefuse to acknowledge any blame.They blame it on rising pricesthey say they cannot control,and then they raise the taxesputting everyone undereven more strain.Don’t they ever realisethat their greedy taxesare nearly always to blame.15 July 2008
it will help to cheer you upand is no disgrace.Smiling at someonemakes your world a brighter place,and if they smile back,you’ll be surprised how good you feel.Therefore, the advice thatI am giving you is easy,to feel good within yourselfput on a happy face.
no one ever goesstrangers with blank faceson a treadmill beltwhere are we goingthe words from a silent screamecho from the walls of buildingsat someone never seen.Circle of uncertaintylies in a shadowy graveno one seems to carenor want to savethe life that is lingeringin-between no where.22 October 1979
