She may not know the depth of my feelings, how could she, I have not spoken of it.

Words unspoken have no real meaning,
SPEAK UP BOY, SPEAK UP A BIT!

Yes you asked her to be your wife but so what of it!
Every moment is our only life, so we must make the most of it!

You know when you smile she smiles right back, so ****** smile more!
You know a kiss means so much to her, so what are you waiting for!

I guess I just want to see you both so happy,
considering you are me.
We never want to take her for granted ma’lad, because with her true love I see.

Now I have been waiting here for far too long for us to go mess it up,
I know you love her too my boy, so let’s take the bar and raise it up!

Now I’ll be right here for you to answer to, if you don’t give her our very best,
Because I am our best, that she brings out, and love is our special guest.

By Jimmy

My hands are clasped in prayer to my forehead, my lips, my heart
I wipe lipstick off with my softly clenched fist
Naked face
I'm walking on the footpath beside asphalt road
I collide with city traffic where lights blind
And duck eggs make living smooth
this is a whole planet day off
My sister, the turtle shares a map of the snake that shows where the river is
It's deep
The port wine magnolia shares space with lemon myrtle
The creek slides in on the side like the footpath
I have a collapsed thought reclining in my chair
vegetables baked into the omelet
Wild food speaking
Unknowingly I fly
Straight into the sun
"With spectacles on nose my youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
My shrunk shank, and my faint voice, turning again toward childish treble, pipes and whistles in my sound.
Second childishness and mere oblivion ensues.
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything."
Steel guitar flick - riff
The morning holds on to flowers and summer and clear free days that shimmer in the candle light under the tree
shine
Fly away

Its a spring-like
March morning
Spring is on its way

knowledge is the prerequisite tool to freedom
all knowledge must be free
where there are no secrets there can be only equals
thence each to their own capability
capability harnessed created the world we see today
imagine capability unleashed
armed to the teeth
with the spoils of the twenty first centuries wealthiest elite
we can wallow in the world conserved for our forebears
or stride forth into any future we meet
replete in the armour that forewarned forearmed us for
knowing what happens
when we let our fears of what happens
stop what needs to happen to be free of our fears

I'm into collectivism
Like averaging or statistical mean
Out the empathy levels in
Society.
Where by evolving
Takes peace to that next level.
I see it in waves. Love is more
Wavelike than photon.  Peaks valleys
Ticks tocks pendulums
Swinging one extreme to
Another but, over time,
Almost immeasurably,
Favoring the great advancements of this human condition.
I'd love to be alive when man
Matures. Learns that love is
Really all there is.
I want poetry to be a part of that
Stride forward.
My words aren't important.
But the one step forward
The future begins with.
Call it faith.
Call me a fool.
But I see one day love
Ruling this world.

And there was once a man at the equator running west so fast
As the earth spun beneath him
He stood still.

One day I woke up,
I realized that it was yesterday,
and that yesterday was no way to live tomorrow,
And if I did not change today,
My yesterdays awakening would have only been in sorrow..
For many yesterdays ago I took advice I should have never even borrowed ,
By those who chose to live today as though, they may never see tomorrow