Saturday, June 17, 2006

Here is a poem that a friend wrote...




I miss you.

On the long, dark nights when my soul is silent.

On the days I have no time to stop and think

I miss you.

I miss the fragrance of your hair; the bobblehead…

I miss the way you say "Oh" when something becomes clear to you all of a sudden.

I want you.

I want the days spent sitting on the same chair in the canteen,

The time spent listening to each other; the time spent in silence.

The smiles, for no reason other than our glad hearts, I want them all back

I want them back… I need them.

I need you.

I need to know you care,

I need to know that I haven't lost that which is the most precious to me.

You.

I love you.

I love the way you used to look at me coyly, under your lashes

I love getting lost in your big brown eyes, whose depths I could never fathom.

I hate the fact that I never realized it.

I love you.

Sunday, June 4, 2006

Here's a song that never fails to touch me...Soldier Of Fortune, by Deep Purple.



I have often told you stories
About the way
I lived the life of a drifter
Waiting for the day
When Id take your hand
And sing you songs
Then maybe you would say
Come lay with me love me
And I would surely stay

But I feel Im growing older
And the songs that I have sung
Echo in the distance
Like the sound
Of a windmill goin round
I guess Ill always be
A soldier of fortune

Many times Ive been a traveller
I looked for something new
In days of old
When nights were cold
I wandered without you
But those days I thougt my eyes
Had seen you standing near
Though blindness is confusing
It shows that youre not here

Now I feel Im growing older
And the songs that I have sung
Echo in the distance
Like the sound
Of a windmill goin round
I guess Ill always be
A soldier of fortune
Yes, I can hear the sound
Of a windmill goin round
I guess Ill always be
A soldier of fortune

Friday, June 2, 2006

Song - I

this is a song of depair
it is a song of regret
it is a song
of all the shame and pain
that into my face now stare.

this is a song of grief
it is a song of repentance
it is a song
of all the hurt i've caused
that makes me wanna turn a new leaf.


this is a song the heartbroken
this is a song of full of sighs
it is a song
of soundless cries and rage
at myself, the result 's just a token