i saw an easter chick as yellow as can be
sat there oh so mellow underneath a tree
he sang a little song with his little tweet
danced around in circles with his little feet

he was very happy as he danced away
with his song so pretty on his easter day
he was very lovely a pretty little thing
and a joy to easter the little chick did bring

I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)

Being high
Gives me
A completely different perspective
Of self-observation

many lived many died
many mourned many cried
many died before there time
many lost all through crime

many locked and trapped inside
many lives had been denied
many buildings filled with smoke
many people began to choke

many panicked and many fled
many helped to find the dead
many lives were lost that day
as the towers were blown away

Video link
https://youtu.be/1Rizlfef7gU
this is video link for this poem
with music and pics take a look

We're naked in you car baby
Driving slow
Are we're doing this or not baby?
Let me know
We're losing heat and losing fast lately
I'm getting cold
If we're nothing take the next bend drop me at home

I can see Spring
and her fine colours
from afar.
I long to stand under the
cherry blossom tree as
it rains confetti down on me.
Instead I stand in real rain, hazy,
pattering, smatterings of daffodils
pressed against barbed wire.