All of these writtings that I have written over my young lifetime are truly from my heart. Whether I got the inspiration from past memories, hearts, and souls is only a mystery to anyone with the same vibing emotions. Just let me say that all these amazing lyrics go out to those who have been dear to me and have guided me along the right paths. Nothing more is asked from me because I know nothing about the quality that love can produce. Read and find the truth before I do.
GOODS 'N' BADS
MAY ONE REMEMBER ALL THE GOODS
AS WELL THE BADS
LET'S CHANGED OUR MOODS
SO THAT IT WON'T BE A FAD.
LET ONE FORGET A MOMENT OF FATE
BEING LATE
TO AN EXTENT OF HATE
JUST DON'T REVEAL YOUR TRUE STATE.
HOWEVER IF ONE ACTS SMAMEFULLY
THEN A DECISION MUST BE MADE
WHETHER IT IS RIGHT OR WRONG
IS NOT KNOWN.
IF ONE ALWAYS CARES
AS ONE MAY PACE
WITH FLOWERS BLOOMING
SHOWING A SMILE ON ONE'S FACE.
BUT IN THE END
FEELINGS ARE FLOWN OVER ONE LIKE A DOVE
CREATING ONE TO JUST PRETEND
TO LOVE.
GREATNESS
Greatness will come to one
who waits for love
while watching a dove
outside in a park
where a dog may happen to bark
and the hazy summer
seems to be a bummer
with out someone nice and tart
that might touch one's heart
everytime one imagines what life may bring
when one begins to sing
a very attractive verse
to someone with a great purse
every night alone
only brings despair
when one creates a toy
of someone full of joy
one always turns around to see
a special someone in front
of their eyes.
BROKEN 'N' CURABLE
If someone has a broken heart
how may someone cure it
for when someone loses it
how can someone love it
with not a care in the world
towards someone
makes it hard to show gratitude
when that special someone
has meant a great deal
all of their life
and brought joy in times of despair
happiness when someone was sad
and forgiveness of someone's faults
the someone was told not to be afraid
of anything
including one's self
but still someone end up telling
a make-believe story
in order to get revenge
on someone, who hurt them emotionaly,
telling fibs will get someone no where
no matter if little or not
because in the long run
someone will only hurt one's self
by being a fool
with no nope
for a great life
along side a sweet
adorable
satisfying
respectable
authentic
full of pure sunshine
with also an open mind
special someone
who cares deeply
and souly
again
and forever.
PEACE OR HATRED
You shall bring peace?
Or shall I bring peace,
By praising,
giving and sharing,
learning and teaching,
leading the way in time of trouble.
You shall bring hatred?
Or shall I bring hatred,
By lying,
stealing,
dishonesty,
unforgiveness of troubled times.
Either way, I shall die.
YOUNG 'N'POWERFUL
Talent is something a young boy dreams,
with his heart glowing light beams,
motivating himself to succeed in time,
pushing harder everyday 'n' into the everynight,
struggling to just get by with no dimes,
solving difficult experiences thoughout,
his life proves to be understandable,
for he never knows why- the young 'n' powerful,
create days of joy.
Talent possesses a young man thinking,
when his heart might stop ticking,
applauds himself onwards to continue,
leading him no further than constant,
simply just loving his talent until the day,
he shall happen to fall down,
only to be crowned,
which defines him as the king,
thoughout his profression.
ALONG MY SIDE
Lay on the ocean
along my side
with out knowledge
of time and wealth
but instead listen
to the graceful waves
along my side.
MIGHTY WILL SURVIVE
To anyone who said,
that I couldn't make it
in the real world
with necasities everyday
and tears from my love
all that I shall thrive on
yet conquer
this cruel 'n' mighty
as well, as very satisfying and fulfilling
new world
of which we all share
together until death does us part
and for anyone who agreed
that I would and could
make it
shall I recommend them for promotion
and say thanks for everything
but I am not the problem
so go out 'n' help
those in greater need
and prove to me
that you are a mighty 'n' powerful
individual
with lots of respect towards
everyone that is known
forever as mighty
will never ever die.
'CAESAR'S DEATH'
Caesar, beware of the Ides of March,
'Tis I do not believe such nonsense.
Beware of March 15th, the man said once more.
But as March 15th approached Caesar,
All that he thought was the Ides of March.
He tried not to flutter his mind
So everyday, he never bothered his wife, Calpurnia.
Calpurnia, told Caesar not to work, but stay home.
She knew that they wanted him dead.
But Caesar stubborn as a mule, told his spouse he was going to work,
Which was after Decius convinced him to do so.
Casca had the first blows followed by the many others,
Then after everyone had stabbed him, Brutus let Caesar have it.
Caesar's last words: 'Et tu Brute.'
After Caesar died, Rome never forget what he did,
Good or Bad.
MORE 'N' MORE
You make my day,
more and more...
you're the sunshine of my heart,
for more than just a reason...
you fulfill my wishes,
for not just a reason...
you enjoy my companionship,
for as long as you can endure it...
you make my day,
more and more.
Sometimes people get inspiration from writing to succeed in their lives. Sometimes people earned the chance from performing brilliantly among their peers. Or maybe perhaps even sometimes people are motivated to accomplish high-standards of their lives in many viewpoints. From careers to love, people can feel urges to create a powerful, yet a very ideal personalility about theirselves. Exactly like the poet of the next segment below has done with her life. Hope you appreciate her writings as much as I did, do and always 'n' forever totally dig!!!
DREAM SEQUENCE
One nite the dreams started
I tossed and turned, twisting the sheets
The faces before my face, so unclear and so far away
I turn to understand, I toss to see.
Nothing helps. Peacefulness comes over me.
I sleep.
Walking through the day,hazily.
Nite falls.
Again I turn and toss
Screams fill my ears, faces fill my eyes
I see nothing, and I fear all
Silence once again
I sit against the courtyard wall, sit and watch, my love walking.
He smiles, and nods, and continues to walk.
As i sit and watch you walk away, i fall asleep there dreaming of you.
But your face is twisted into a mask of rage. I see your beautiful hand decend
I feel the pain radiate through my body
I feel bruises everywhere
You yell and scream.
As the floor get closer to me . I see black.
I sit up wide awake and sweating. I smell fear.
I hear knocking at my bedroom door. You walk in looking concerned.
I start to cry, you hold me.
As the dreams fades.
I feel safe, but the faces will remain in the back of my mind.
Colleen Anne Hammond
July 24, 1998
i wonder...
i wonder if u can change a man who is set in his ways
i wonder if u can change ur own life in a split seconds for that man
i wonder if i could
i wonder...
the moment when it hits u that u have a feeling too strong
