A pen, a pad, an open view
A dream, a wish, a thought or two...

He picked up the present from under the tree
Red & gold with ribbons of green...

I dont care if you rate me
I write for pleasure not praise...

Theres a very special man
that roams among these pages...

I dont know what I did
In this life or the last...

I did my crying yesterday
Got rid of all that pain...

Its time to let go
Let go of the past...

Like an angry serpent sent from hell
The forked tongues commanded the sky...

Something jumped inside my head
it was cold and dark...

Can you give me what I want
Said the woman to the man...

Air is for breathing Hands are for shaking
Time is for giving the Friends we are making...

Table for one with a lonely seat
No one to talk to, no one to meet...