Roots

One day you walked upon me and said these words to me "if it were to be me or your life which of these would it be?" I would say that neither matters, neither would succeed, for with out one the other would be poor indeed.

Your life and my life tangle, like the roots beneath a tree, if you cut one, sooner or later, the tree will begin to lean and through time and stress upon that other root, that other root will brake, so to have a well grown tree you see, it will take both its roots to make.

Sweet love in a lil town

Sweet love in a little town,
Friends and family all around,
same old smells and the same old sounds,
Sweet love in a little town.

Two hearts share a single beat,
Drinkin' lemonade to beat the heat,
The time they share is oh so sweet,
Two hearts share a single beat.

We have a love that will never stop growing,
As long as were both here,
And a love that will never stop going,
So long as God answers my prayers.

Never Has there been a love,
Has there been a love so strong,
It seems To go on and on,
Can you believe there's a love this strong.

Sweet love in a little town,
Friends and family all around,
same old smells and the same old sounds,
Sweet love in a little town.

My Eyes Bleed

My eyes bleed with infinite sadness,
as I pour these words upon this page,
everything and everyone,
Is going down in one great blaze,
happiness has seemed to falter,
And grows further everyday,
Makes a man wonder why,
Things have got to be this way.

I hope my tears sting your eyes,
as they sting mine more with everyday,
I hope that you can see my hurt,
And look to God and pray,
For the people that you know,
And the people that you don't,
To find some light upon there way,
so that they will not stray.

Thoughts

Right now I am just thinking. I feel as if it is good to set aside sometime everyday to just think. More times than not when I think , the thought ends in either a poem or lyrics for a song. Which gets me thinking, people say that 1) Poetry is easy to right you just take a topic through a bunch of related words together and make the end of each sentence rhyme and bam you have a poem. I myself would call that a bunch of words thrown together and that about it. 2) It is also said that writing songs is easy all you have to do is write a poem and again bam you have lyrics for a song. on subject 1) If all you had to do is pick a topic and throw a bunch of rhyming words together every one would be a poet. and on subject 2) right lyrics for a song takes alot of differnt working parts doing there thing together , you have to worry about the beat , and when the guitar is playing, you have to make sure each verse fits, they cant be too short or too long, you have to make sure there is enough of a pause that the singer can take a breathe.

But hey thats just me thinkin,
Pogo

Pure Beauty

Pure beauty lies within' the soul,
Not within' the skin,
All of ones wonder maybe found deep within.

Skin dies, Hair grays,
but the soul only grows,
Bones weaken, teeth decay,
But love deep within your heart,
This will never stray.

Sweet Tenderness

Sweet Tenderness comes upon me
And It's deep within my soul,
It hides somewhere far inside me,
And follows me wherever I may go,
And with it I find happiness,
and love and joy as well,
Where it is, that you may find it,
My heart will never tell.

My Minds Wisper

Silent whisdom consumes me,
As I think about my life,
As I dream of one sweet love,
That I will make my wife.
I want to make her happy,
Bring smiles upon her face,
Run my tongue across her body,
Like sweet Venetian lace.
Then I'll light some candles,
So the room might have some light,
And then I'll rub her body,
'til every muscle feels just right.
Next I'll run some water,
Make it, as hot as it can be,
And then climbs in my baby,
the last ingredient is me.
I'll wash her hair quite softly,
Make it as smooth as it can be,
And then I scrub her body,
From her head down to her knees.
Next I think I'll dry her,
every inch the eye can see,
And then if I am lucky,
she'll dry every inch of me.
Now the night is almost over,
There's only one thing left to do,
If I were like any other man,
I'd make sweet love to you.
But like other men I'm not,
And I will never be,
That's why, in the end,
My sweet love, will be with me.