"sallys" poems
I finally stopped playing the role of Kingpin when i jumped out of the bowling alley
Saying hi to all the Sallys
Because they all think i'm pretty nice
Yeah i'm alright
I'm just trying to make this life right
Keeping my moral rope tight
So i don't get too loose
On the grip
Many people let it go a few times in their life
I'm trying to make sure i don't
Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 10:33 PM UTC
Be still this night my wing-ed friend
the day is yet a dream
and I with you will share my cup
my coffee and my cream
Be still this night my wing-ed friend
Sweet offspring of the moon
and I with you will share the stars
here captured in my spoon
Be still this night my wing-ed friend
fear not the coming Sun
and I with you will share my friend
as im in need of one
Be still this night my wing-ed friend
let fears soft roll by
and I with you will share the storms
that in my teacup lie
Be still this night my wing-ed friend
as dawn doth soft now breaks
and let us now each share this space
and sleep as day awakes
Sep 20, 2013
Sep 20, 2013 at 5:30 PM UTC
roxanne put on your Pinocchio shoes 01.09.18
she may well think queen
that's the cats mother
captured every single scene
its the beauty of george my big brother.
coming round is karma
it will all unravel
i predict hot air and drama
moving just like sallys navel.
do you remember Saigon
but vivid is roxys speech
cowering makes no icon
desperation is one leech.
playing is no sting
silence gave away the clues
roxanne tonight lost her bling
when most told ben put on shoes.
great tv viewing
from me gets a gold ten
game still has plenty of chewing
step up a gear with release of ben.
Sep 1, 2018
Sep 1, 2018 at 3:44 AM UTC