I’m no author, novelist or poet.
I’m just Me,
And don’t I know it.
I don’t need to be classified,
As long as I’m writing, I’m satisfied.

Typing out words, line by line,
I don’t care if they don’t rhyme.
I don’t care if my verses don’t scan:
I’m not always an Iambic Man.

I just say what I gotta say,
I’m not worried about any pay.
Words come to me without much bidding,
The world of its evils I hope to be ridding.

I love to spread lots and lots of Love,
Bringing peace to all like a messenger dove.
Things of beauty bring joy, John Keats rightly said,
To make us sleep easy when we go to bed.

So I’ll paint what I paint,
And sing what I sing,
Just letting those words
Do their magical thing.

Paul Butters

Luna, I bet you get this all the time
But Luna, you know I'm not like other guys
And Luna I think of you every time on the radio,
when its soft and slow.


Luna, I think I saw you in my dreams
'Cause Luna, you're all I hoped you could be
And Luna you're an angel sent from above,
Gift from god,
Goddess of love.

Vous allumez ma vie plus que le soleil pourrait jamais

Luna, I know this might be a lot
But Luna, you're the only thing I got
And Luna, you're all I see in my dreams at night,
You're my only hope, my guiding light.

Vous allumez ma vie plus que le soleil pourrait jamais

I can't help but believe
That you could be
The greatest love that I'll ever know.

Nights are filled with endless weeps,
endless cries.
Nights are filled with broken hearts,
broken ties.
Nights are filled with happy faces,
small goodbyes.

Every night is different
Yet every night's the same.

They liked to get lost in books
They both enjoyed a good movie
They looked for beauty and looks
They captured them in photography

They both knew deep inside
They were just the same
They both preferred to hide
They are both to blame

She was crazy about his eyes
She, herself, was a catch
They should’ve rolled the dice
They were the perfect match

And now it’s such a shame
Neither was brave enough to try
Blackjack will no longer be the game
And the flame will surely die

In the rain,
A girl walking in the streets looking for some love.
And I can't wait to make love in the rain again.

Anonymous.