all you kids will figure it out
find love
feel free
it hurts now but I swear
one day you'll wake up
and be 43 years old
wishing you were young again
laughing at your past
shutting off your phone at dawn
to sleep an hour more

your love is like a drug,
and I am hooked.

My sweet Valentine --
loved me wild
and loved me
recklessly;

took my
happy fragile heart;
and held it
really high;

dropped it --
like china;
admiring the glitter of my --
now shattered, scattered heart~

Time passes really quickly and marks will show on our bodies but our souls,

Our timeless souls will stay the same.

They will smile at every nice memory

An remember all the good times but also the dark,

Dark memories that changed us deep inside,

Shook our world and crushed our beautiful hearts.

But they won’t be tamed, because they know

That everything passes and problems will go,

Only leaving some scars that in time might grow,

But the scars are important in our passing life,

They show imperfections and struggles and cries.

They teach you a lesson and show you the way

You have to fallow to have a better day.

Tick-tock, Tick-tock

It doesn’t stop, will never stop.


It goes like this for ages

Centuries and eras,

It’s never too eager or too proud

Never too bold or to loud.

Our bare eyes can’t see it through

We just feel it and mirrors will show,

Its signs are visible after a while

But you can’t blame it ’cause it flies.

Yes, it’s the precious time I’m talking about

Which we never have enough, always wanting more

Not really figuring out what for.

We try to hold onto it for longer,

But moments go by, memories linger.

It is either an enemy or a cruel friend

Which doesn’t bother near our end.

It has no limits and can’t be stopped,

By me or you, science or art.

It has its course

It needs to follow,

So we surrender in the hollow

Of the Tick-tock, Tick-tock

That doesn’t stop, will never stop.

On quiet afternoons in the Fall ,  Oaks and Maple cry , drumming of war heard through the pines , for on this hallowed ground Georgia was  divided , Native Tribes became belligerent , the Northern third of a nation lost , on this very day, late afternoon , by rushing water , voices whisper agony of Chief McIntosh , warring tribes of Cherokee , Creek in battle , brother against brother , bitterly divided over outside aggression , by stroke of pen , broken treaty and deceit ,  forest alive with ghost of man woman and child , the ensuing Trail of Tears and destruction of a once proud Nation ...