You find them everywhere you go.
They try to embarrass, harass
and even put you down.
They think they are a noble species
better than everyone around.
They are the top of the banana tree
with all the other monkeys swinging around
these kooks, cranks and wallygrasses.
If you don’t believe me,
just cast your eyes around and see what I see.
Kooks, cranks and wallygrasses
here, there and everywhere.
24 April 2012
its limbs were now brittle.What stories could it tellof the centuries it had lived,the passing lives it had seen,and the storms it had weatheredwhen it was young and strong.When its foliage was greenand gave shelter from the rain.Now it stands bare and broken,a sorry sight to be seen.It must have been beautifulwhen it was youngwith…
but their love stretchesacross the miles and oceans wide.If we need someone to talk to,they are always therewith a friendly voicefilled with love and carefrom our best friends across the internet.We may live different livesin lands far away,but our friendship is a bondso close to our heart.We tell them secretswe want no one else to…
we will be togetherand waltz with the winduntil a new day begins.The dance of love will overtake uswhen each night fallsour feet will become lighterand we’ll waltz with the winduntil a new day begins.Our days will be lonelyuntil night falls againwhen our feet once again become lighterand we waltz with the winduntil a new day…
as lovers walk in secluded placesarm in arm under the moon.They kiss and talk small talkthen continue to walk againas evening stretches into nighton the lover’s lane.20 February 2011
Wooden boxes with broken soldierswhose home comings are filledwith sadness and tears of the loved ones left behind.White crosses fill the fieldswhere the perished lie in peace.No more pain and agonybothers them anymore.Just a forever slumber in this place of peace – heaven.Sadly we never seem to learnof the sadness of wooden boxesand white crosses…
To gaze out the windowsAt twinkling moonbeamsLanding on branchesThen disappearing at second glancesLike mystic things seen in the eastThey’re swallowed up by night and beastYet on still running streamsThere is still seen moonbeamsRiding on the crest of wavesBobbing like grass in the evergladesUntil dawn breaksWhen once more they disappearNever to return at allUntil the next…
