I wrote this when i was feeling particularly...
You can do anything...
Running here, running there
Really don't fit in anywhere...
Shy
When I sensed my heart fluttering...
Needless life you spend
If wishes remain virtual...
*this is a song/poem i wrote when i was about five...
What is the land of dreams you ask...
Labor Day 1973
That was the day you tried to kill me...
I cast my blanket, with a fold to the side
entering my bed...
My friends are invisible,
Forged from the finest lumber...
Whenever things go seriously wrong
You say girls are the source for this...
My guitar,
My escape...
Someone save my sinking ship,
someone save my broken life...
Poems, are expressions, of the mind,
Whenever, you are trying, to find...