...but instead, we chose to be lovers,
and that
was the beginning of our end.
Laughter
turned to bitter tears
and cruel words.
The comradery so quickly
became incompatibility.
What was once so fruitful
became barren.
Desolate.
And so we both went our own ways,
lonely and hurt.
Searching.
What fools to attempt such a thing
when
we could have just been
friends.

I found -in the shadow of a
Crane rigged and ready- that
I couldn't help myself.

Took a ladder to the huge sphere
Of chipped and battered iron,  
And threw one leg on either
Side of the chain.

Sang leaning and rocking
Into the walkie talkie
As my foreman spat his
Coffee not to choke; laughing along
With Swedes, Polish, Lithuanians
And Norwegians alike.

Miley. Bringing people
Together.

Too yu tis may seam wrong
Two a child with dyslexia it's not
Quick to point out to too or two!
Where were or wear or there their
Your grammatical prowese is a wonderful thing, the way you look down on those beneath
Sad to say for you It's to late as the **** party no lomger exists!
They can't all be as perfect as you
And for that I'm as happy as a fool!

Contradiction that is my soul name,
strong but weak,
good but bad,
can be controlled but out of control,
happy but depressed,

LOST but LOST.

There she was
caught in a shell
safe and secure,
alone and lonely,
Nobody bothered
for the girl who
was caught in a shell.

Then suddenly
she saw someone coming
with rays of warm sunshine
smiling at her and telling her
to taste the beauty of the earth
She took her time
and finally came out
saw the world's fruits and flowers
Enjoying herself,she was finally happy...

But as they say,
Past always makes a comeback
As she was sleeping in the arms of the wind one day,
She heard a whisper from the dark shell
A whisper so hoarse,
that it woke the people up.

The shell whispered the cruel words.
Until she comes back, I'll torture.
People threw her back into the shell,
without even thinking what she might be feeling,
without even thinking of the little flower petal who she was.

They killed her happiness even before it was born.
They could have destroyed the cruel shell
but alas! did they care for the little girl.

She in the shell again,
cried and cried
Until she got used to it again.

Then she sent her tears into the heavens.
As she waited for someone who could make her hug the sunshine again,
And **** her dark and lonely **shell

You may have died young,
        but as long as
        my words live,

*You will never grow old.

bobbing white sail across horizons
summertime travelling on
to new long day tomorrows
evenings stretching-out
Sunsets mingle with  Sunrise
on this seamless summer
Wind and sea calm enough
for white sail and dreamer

I am my biggest enemy,
I am my best friend.
I push myself of the ground
And criticize my self.

Then I'm the stretched out hand
Who picks me and brushes me off
I say the words that inspire me
Make me cry at first, and then laugh.

No one can take me away
From the person residing within me.
It tells me what to say,
Also the correct way to behave.
It sees what my eyes see,
it understands what I feel.

The truth is, I rule me.