How I long for summerOh, how I long for summer to arriveOr at least to return from the past!My school days seem dull, boring and longBut the light of summer faded so fast!Oh, how I long for summer to begin,Out in the sun I would stayEnjoying my freedom, exploring the worldRunning through the meadows to playOh, how I love for the summer to startFor the sky to smile down from abovePicnics and barbecues, parties and such,Spending time with the people I loveOh, how I long for summer to comeCreating memories that will last foreverI'll wait for that time, through the snow and the rainAnd when I see a change in the weather...Oh, how I'll long for summer to lastI was to hold it strong- make it stay!But just as my childhood is ending...So must my dreams of summer fade awayOh, how I long for life to never change,For my foolish happiness to stayAnd every summer, for us to run freeDown through the meadows to play
BlackFaded- darkness-"BlackCome back!"Let me imagine the carvings of your faceThe softness of your hairYour husky,and warm voice... that spoke and said"I'll be there"But you're leaving...Instead replaced with bright images of models,actors, phonies, fakes...Trying to be you... and succeeding- partially.But I know who you areI know the warmth of your skin against mineI know love created from wordsthat have gathered a picture in my mindMore than a picture...A person.A placeA surroundingA settingA sweet moment in timeWhere everything that could happen,Happens.You?You are alive...Because I want you to be.
XTake this 'x'Let itX-ecuteyour future in a sweet forgotten momentX-terminateyour solitude... stolen from you, by itX-amineyour soul. And forgive all your faults.X-pectit has the powerto call your life to a hault.Believe that right now, in a situation like thisAn 'x' means much, much more than a kiss.
CorruptionWhispered painful words of purely lustWhich hid themselves in her love's sweet breath,Turned a 'maybe' to a 'want', then to a 'must'And held no remorse from life to death.A terrible beauty... who held unholy power withinAbused, most certainly, in her hands. But only then...Such emotion would evoke such tainted sinOh! How her fortunes have corrupted honest men!
Weakness of lust and loveYou will never understand...While you sit in a hollow libraryreading volumes and volumes, so you can flauntyour knowledge. Figure out what you wantBecause I already knowI am a fool to be begging on this floorThirsting for some...sweet-tasting toxic drinkIve been on my knees before,you know,But to indulge, never to beg.If you knew how weak I was- what would you think?Feminine magnetism...how does purple sound?Do you prefer lights or dark?Parade around;in high-heeled hopescan you hear me?Im shouting your namethese are our 30 minutes of fame.Say its everything youve ever dreamedTell me Im your *star*That everything in the pasthas been to work up to this precious hour.Whisper that when I entered your lifeIt became so much harder.And Ill whisper that when you entered mine,I felt pure and blinding ardour.Say I drive you crazyTo the point that you cant explain.To the point where others cant compareto th
Remember the othersWhy dont you just go aheadtwist your own style of history round and round your fingertipsTruth seems not to matter anymore(You know, our loyal troops fought in the war)Wont argue with you again,I can not claim to know half as much as you seem to declareI cant shant- judge, nor place any blame
(It would be respectful to do the same)I know where youre coming fromwho can deny the harsh times this country has seen in past years?Its easy to see that you would care(But wait, my friend, you were not even there)Gunshot wounds hit hard to youFaded memories of could-have-been family live on stillI know that they took a loved ones life(They, too, had dear ones who didnt survive)So now you preach peace (or seem to do),After all, you would could- not want the same to happen once moreSome people! It does sicken me that
(People like you hold the whole country back)
Political CorrectnessPolitical Correctness- Have we gone too far?Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen!I mean
Men and women
No, Soroptimists! Women and men!Males and females?Please forgive me, my fellow human beings, for it is only my wish that I do not offend any one of you.Ladies and Gentlemen, if I may call you so, I wish to pose the question to each of you here tonight: Has political correctness gone too far?The idea that our language structures how we think is a subject that is of great interest to me. It is all well and good to listen to interviews of politicians, or people in similar roles, to get a grasp on what PC means- for them. But it is my opinion that political correctness affects ordinary people more, as we make up the population of Britain, Ireland and well, the world. I asked many people from all parts of the community- teachers, doctors, labourers, students; to name but a few- the above question and the majority of them answered immediately an unequivocal, yes.A
What I left behindStrange games in the playgroundPencil lendinglearning only the art of befriendingfrom that red brickprison-likeplace.Scraped face
badly reallyCarla, look at all the blood!Great, I feel miles better.Laughed together anywaysyou handed me my sweater. Heres your jacket
MasterpieceYou write songsThey kiss children's earsAnd mock a playful danceI write melodiesSometimes they're bland and drearyBut you always give them a chanceYou make artThe pictures, moments, come alive- with yourtalented manipulationI draw cartoonsCarbon copies from magazinesYet you view them as prized creationsYou write poems,Fresh from the soulSomehow, they give new meaning to words of men.I write...words.And they nearly always fail meBut I start up, and begin againBecause you tell me to.I stop crying over silly thingsLike spilt onion shreadsor incased civil wars between familyBecause you tell me to.And you tell me I look beautiful,When I don'tAnd you tell me I can succeedWhen I feel I won'tYou don't tell me to love you,But I do it anyway...you see,The way you talk about your masterpieces...It's as if your greatest oneis me.... and you are mine.