Friends. Love.
And Spirit, in good spirit.
don't leave me now, lead me,
Prop me up, I need it.
We need some time. Time out.
At cross roads we are,
sometimes on the edge and need to space out.
Not knowing what to do with ourselves can be a curse.
shall we steal a moment from our regular lives, purse
not those lips today and share some strength,
at length.
At the end of the tunnel, I know, there is light.
Show it to me, I know I can see, but's it's not in sight.
Dear partners in crime, hold me. a hug can charge a lifeless life
to go on to face more strife. It will suffice.
Drink with me, amigos, cheers!
for, tomorrow, I can face me fears.
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ReplyDeletethese r not just words...i feel its from the soul...a deep cry...ones inner self....the truth...a call for "ich"....
ReplyDeleteMy heart grows burning in this alien flame in a dream returning
OK, I've got to tell you the truth - and the truth is - The poems are getting better - good part ... BUT - I'd really like to see you take off the 'Hazarding Poetry' ... Honestly. Its time you get out of that shell and ... come on, give them good names - I believe they deserve good names now ... esp. since its no longer a hazard :-)
ReplyDeleteIn good spirit, Amigo :-)