The WallOnce while sitting on my porch and gazing at a star,
I drifted into a deep sleep and wandered far
Into my dream where I saw a wall.
It was brilliant white, and very tall.
Around the base gre many wonderful roses
Reds and Pinks, Yellows and lots of white
And among them were statues of angels with tiny little noses.
The sun throwing its golden rays upon them making them glisten bright
With the wind blowing ever so gently
Making the flowers sway and dance so lightly.
The aroma of the floweres smelled so sweet
And the stones in the walll looked ever so neat.
My mind flew as I thought of what could be beyond this thing before me
And as I glanced to my right I saw a door, and on the ground, a small key.
I picked up the Key and unlocked the door to go inside
But to my dismay it was a terrible, terrible sight.
All around were barren trees and dead decaying roses
And a solemn statue with ugly shadows poses.
As soon as I stepped inside the sun began to go down.
It grew dark and the trees looked
Chocolate Cake - A True StoryI love cake
It's so great
It taste so yummy.
But while eating my cake,
It fell of my plate
And rolled off my tummy.
I thought it hit the floor
I looked, but it was no more
Oh, what a dummy.
Then I sat up
And realized it was on my rump
This I did not find funny.
I try to get it off but I can't
Now there is chocolate all over my pants.
SorrowThings the world will never have enough of:
Time, money, and comforting are all some.
Why can't we hold on to the things we love?
Things come about, and things have to be done.
Maybe if we had time to work things out,
Maybe if we had money, we would stay.
If we had someone to comfort our dought.
Everything we do has a price to pay.
Stay lifted up, do not turn away now.
You have to take this time and start to try.
Money will not make you the cat's meow.
Use the things you're given to fix this lie.
Now leave my sight, be getting on your way,
For sorrow, we shall meet again another day.
Living-room CouchSitting by the open window I see the rain.
I watch it splatter as it hits the ground,
And the clouds above churn in the sky.
I hear the wind breath through the trees,
And the cars passing outside.
Aromas from the kitchen
mix with the smell of the wet air.
As I walk outside I lick my lips,
And taste the rainwater.
I hold my pencil and my paper
That is now dampened by rain.
It feels peaceful.
The rain is relaxing.
FreedomSomething wee all search for.
Something we all long for.
If it had a consistency,
We would grasp it and never let go,
Give it and share it,
Watch it fly off the wings of birds,
And float off the crest of the waves.
Time to live.
Time to think.
Time to breath.
Time to be free.