Laying here on a blanket
watching clouds float by...

I write poetry , for all to read
comes from the heart, makes me bleed...

I saw a dark cloud, in the sky
the discolor figure, didn't ask why...

This world is make up
of all kinds of people...

As morning comes
sun will shine...

It's great to be part
of a club so nice...

Searching for the where abouts, of that one love
praying that you find it, with help from above...

Like the sun, that comes up over the tree's
and the wind, as it blows a gentle breeze...

I am a heart
you know me well...

Hear the wind howling tonight
the cool air blows in...

Time rushes all to fast
wind blowing in my face...

The fury in the night
anger was in my mind...