THE morn of life is past,
And ev'ning comes at last;
It brings me a dream of a once happy day,
Of merry forms I've seen
Upon the village green,
Sporting with my old dog Tray.
Chorus: Old dog Tray's ever faithful; Grief cannot drive him away; He's gentle, he is kind, I'll never, never find A better friend than old dog Tray.
The forms I called my own
Have vanish'd one by one,
The lov'd ones, the dear ones have all pass'd away;
Their happy smiles have flown,
Their gentle voices gone,
I've nothing left but old dog Tray.
When thoughts recall the past,
His eyes are on me cast,
I know that he feels what my breaking heart would say;
Although he cannot speak,
I'll vainly, vainly seek
A better friend than old dog Tray.
you said you were leaving
i was overwhelmed by this happiness
you were finally out of my life
i could finally be free
so you packed your things, you went to your car and loaded it
you turned to me
pulled out a handgun
and shot me in the chest
my skin tore and presented a large gaping hole
and from it poured bright red disappointment
my ribs cracked and out rolled my heart onto the concrete of my patio
you laughed a hearty laugh with wicked undertones
you shoved your gun into your pocket
watched me choke, watched me scream at the top of my lungs, struggle for air, struggle for anything
then towered me, bent down swiftly and picked up the bleeding thing
you smirked at me, "only taking what's mine"
i never saw you again
Lust or lost in the idea of wanting something I don't need... I can't breathe without it...I greed.. I crave.... Hmmm... Lust.....I squeeze so hard ..dust..it turns.. I yearn to have it.... Want but don't need.... share never.. A hot cold sweat.. Maybe a fever. Lust.....it's changing me...Help
We'll walk through the sparkling blue waters holding hands ever so tight.
Smiling and looking steadily at the horizon.
The orange sun is setting it's self, like a giant fire ball of a clock. letting us know that time is still in motion. Even if our hearts are not.
We loved your ample bosoms,
So soft and pillow-like;
The perfect place to lay sleepy heads.
We loved your voluminous laps,
Wrapped in yards of cotton;
The perfect place to rest teary faces.
We loved your full long dresses,
Dear mothers of our parents,
In lengths well past your knees;
The perfect place to hide a shy child.
what would the world be like
if everything was uniform
trees the same height
and width and each one placed
an equal distance apart
with 8,956 leaves,
with 32 branches
clouds shaped perfectly
each one rounded off
into a model circle;
a radius of 64 meters,
3,734 feet above
no mountains or hills
because it's not fair
for one part of our world
to be taller than the rest
looking like everyone else
and everyone else
looking like them
our world is not cookie-cutter.
our world is diverse.
our world is a unique individual
that was beautifully
and wonderfully made
so are you.
not so sure if I like this one, I just wanted to get across the message that perfection does not exist.