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 Feb 2014 cheryl love
martin
There was a poet who suffered a lot
From what we all know as writers block
He lifted his pen, dropped it again
And that's as far as he got
 Feb 2014 cheryl love
martin
So I said to this German chappie
If there were ten green bottles hanging on the wall
and one green bottle should accidentally fall
how many green bottles would there be
hanging on the wall,
you do speak English?
Nein he said

So I turned to this Frenchman I said
There's a strange smell around here
Don't you think?
He said  oui
I said I think you're right old son
 Feb 2014 cheryl love
D
Big bad wolf
 Feb 2014 cheryl love
D
"I'll huff and puff and I'll blow this house down!"*

Go ahead, it's just a house
A structure of cement and bricks
It's not like I can't find another
Or make one from mud and sticks

Go ahead, it's just a house
It's not special to me
It's not like this house was my home
I hid that in a place that you cannot reach

So go ahead,
Huff and puff until your head explodes
Because that is just a house
And not my home
My home lies only in my own heart, a place few will ever find
I would like to understand myself
Seems like I always get everyone else
But my own thoughts and feelings
Seem to be lost in an ocean of indifference
Indecision is my best friend
And he always brings a crowd
So here I am in this sinking ship
I call my mind
Nothing on the horizon
No dry land to find
I see the sky
in hues of blue,
so vast...
so unreachable...
I look at it on a clear day
and I travel along with my eyes....
I start chasing rainbows
hoping to find at the end,
my *** of gold......YOU!

Sally



Copyright 2013
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

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