where have you gone?where have you gone?now your a memory, once you were a songwe use to talk long into the daythen you turn your back and just walk awaywhere have you gone?what did I do? was it so very wrong?we use to know when each other was downnow our lips are forever stich into a frownwhere have you gone?it's been so, so, so very longmy heart it breakswhen was it last we did speak?where have you gone?this pain is so huge like it's King KongI miss you and I wish I knewdo you really miss me too?
The Old Neighbourhoodthe sounds of the old rusty porch swing, groaning outsends a chills down the sidewalk spines, of the old neighbourhooddarken abandon houses, with broken tooth windows grinsare standing guard, holding the night at bayas bony twisted trees fingers rake the black skiessoon a small wind blows in, racing down the street sending porch swings a swaying their creaking and groaning, like ghosts when their moaningwhile over head an old barn owl criesdeath lingers near, but its now a place without fearfor by now everyone has diedlaying down dead beneath the even skies
Come Meet Mecome meet me at the corner of yesterday and tomorrowwhere past meets yet to beas times of long ago, dances with times, we yet to seecome, come along with metowards the new, away from the oldwhere birthing suckles, into dying's foldscome see our first breathe of air, as it dies into our lastcome behold our beginning, until we witness our ending atlas
Mr. Robin Williams He was our knight in shining armourHis armor stronger then steel, form from his gift to make us all laughHe built walls around himself, out of the many faces of who he is and wasHis shield thicken with each and every voice he spoken to us throughHis sword sharpen with his wit and humourHe has slayed many of our own demons with echoes of laughterYet he could not slay the darkness that hidden deeply inside himHis own demons guarded well by his own armor, walls and shieldUntil the day he could no longer fight it and turn his own Sword upon this demon that dwelled inside...........R.I.P Mr. Robin Williams Thank you for the Laughter and the Light you gave us all....With LoveBlue
RainBlue skies dying turning into shades of greyWater falling in showers of cold wet spraysGrounds growing damper as sands becomes mudRoads slippery while driving, making for a deadly and dangerous tripCold in the winter, warm and refreshing in the sunOne brings happiness, the other leaves us numbNeeded for things to growHated when flood water may flow
Up Pops The MoonUp Pops The MoonDown by the river fishes do swimAcross the sweet meadows cows will grinAway over the bridge the crows caw out to youThen up pops the Moon to say how do you doUnder the skies roses do waveOut at sea mermaids will playDown by the streams bumblebees buzzAcross the heavens angels find loveAway over the hills goats will dartThen up pops the Moon just like in the start