I'll keep the pain away from you,
My love.
Hurt is something I'll do never,
My love.
But one night,
I lost my love forever.
Motionless, she laid on the side of the road.
How she left,
The story unfolds.
Fore a drunk driver had taken her life.
My one true love,
My perfect wife.
A ****** scene it was.
One as if there were no one above.
The stains on the windshield,
I got out and cried.
As I slowly walked over,
To see if she was alright...

Like ashes your promises fell
Broken and burnt
Our friendship truly tested
By the searing fire of truth
Your lies and broken swears crumbling in the blaze
Like fragile pieces of paper
Which was all you could ever give
Strong and capable to the eye
But gone in seconds by a flame

Your friendship was a clear glass gift
Shattered by a simple drop
Gone beyond repair
You'd say your sorry and tape it back
But the cracks were never gone
One tiny pull of the tape and the world came crashing down
We'd stab each other with the shards
And cry our broken tears
But in the end it was all glass
And the promises were paper

Now a days
People see my hair

And asks me
Do something

Part of your black hair

Turning into grey

Stop thinking too much

Apply a hair dye

You are too young to
look old

What I think is

Color can change

My age
My look
My charm

Is it what I want
to exhibit

My intention is to
radiate knowledge

Like many of those

Burning candles do

sacrificing themselves

for the sake of us

so I got the job anyway
and came in to work
I think it was at 9.30 am
and the Manager called me
into his office
(what a nice guy, I thought,
giving me all the attention)

and he said: "You should have come in
to work at 8.30 am, mister"

"8.30am?"I asked...*"Why, what happened?"

Do you know that feeling-
The feeling when saying "I love you"
Is simply not enough
Simply not enough to express
what has got a hold of your heart.

Oh, I fear I'm there!
And I hope my lover knows that
every time I say I love him
I wish it had the all the power of
the first time I'd ever said it.

Then he would know how much I love him so.

writing poetry is not easy, in fact your born with it.
some people say i cant do it, i agree.

As i sit here next to my inspiration i think, i think and think

my mind turning and turning just for the idea to come.
WHEN.....

i get the idea I've been looking for.