Yep...poetry

Sunday, November 18, 2007

You
I would Race to the end of existence
and Fight to the end of the world
or Climb to the top of the universe
Baby for you, thats nothing at all

Because your love, makes my existence
And your voice, brings life to my world
Oh and your eyes, brighten my universe
Baby its true, you are my all

And nothing can stop me now that I've found
A purpose
A reason
A hope to go on

And thats you, girl.
In all of existence
Only you girl
Could make up my world
With a smile girl
You rescue my universe
Now let me rescue you
Baby let me rescue you


Friday, November 16, 2007
I want to write
I want to write a song for you
But words cannot describe
the feeling thats inside my heart
the thoughts inside my mind
I want to write a symphony
With brass and drums and strings
I want to see your pretty smile
I want to hear you sing
I could write for aeons
I could write for miles
I could write adventures
I could write them wild
But no matter where I write for you
Near or far apart
Princess I will fight for you
And write my way, into your heart.

Monday, November 12, 2007
Pencil
Perhaps my pencil understands me more than anyone else. It is the medium, the tool. It doesn't matter so much as what it creates. Words flow from the pencil, the lead gives them life, form, and existence. Yet as soon as they given the gift of creation, the words surpass the medium, and the pencil is set down. Though it is true, the pencil has left its mark, the pencil could never dream of being as important as its mark, it is simply a means of creation. Its product will far outlast it, will be remembered by those who have long forgotten the snubbed nose stick.
How strange of me...to relate so well to a pencil

Thursday, November 08, 2007
Hmmmm
Sometimes I just want to lie back and let the music consume me. Dilude my worries and complaints in the melody of life. Breathe in fresh air and breathe out fresh air. Just...I just want to be.

Thursday, November 01, 2007
Closure
There's not much time for us to spend.The dramatic music is at an end.We could close the curtain with one last miss...Or let it fall...with one last kiss