Lawrence fell down the wishing well!

A volume of Ironic little poems that are bound to set you thinking.

PROLOGUE :

Just a small note before we start.Ownership of all stories and poems belong to Jo.Xeph Lim (K-Lerb),no part of this edition may be copied,lent,photosated,broadcasted without the author's permission.THIS IS NOT PUBLIC PROPERTY,the breaking of any part of this law can and will end up in a civil lawsuit.With that,please enjoy the tales... ...
(K-Lerb is searching for a Publisher to publish his works. If you are or know a Publisher that might be interested in bringing the Inn Keeper's words to the rest of the world, please contact K-Lerb. He would be most grateful!)

This is a part of everyone's life, to be so wrongly thought out to be, you have a statement to make. As in all my writings, this is for those days that never seems to go to way you want. The rains...silence...

To go to :

New
What we would give
The songs of our life
Love is a many spleandoured game
See this empty seat up here?
What looks over our heads at night?
The life in living

NEW
Follow in the footsteps of those you think are great,
Awake to the sounds of challenge that others forsake,
Determination is a very strong will,
To some it may even be a thrill,
But we who try to stay afloat,
Of all our worries and our load,
Our only hope for love and peace,
Will never pale, will never cease,

WHAT WE WOULD GIVE.
Sink in the beauty of lovers in love,
For no man waits in wondering earth,
Give all you have to seek your needs,
Sacrifice for anything just to feed,
Come seat about and hang up those ties,
Hurts in your chest but dies out in pain,
You know love's hard but do it again.

THE SONG OF OUR SOUL
Sometimes I turn my head to find,
The life of mine I left behind,
I ask myself why oh why,
Did I want to live a lie,
Hurt and pain I cannot seek,
I just didn't want to weep and weep,
Like clowns that seek to joke and please,
So I prance all day to laugh and tease,
But no one wants a fool no more,
My jokes are old my limps are sore,
All I can do now is to dream my dreams,
With Kings and queens to fill the themes,

Pain and heartaches,
Last and last,
Men and foolish fates,
Die so fast,

You wish for things you'll never get,
Maybe because you never had,
Like Gold and Silver,
Love so true,
Like pen and paper,
In black or blue,

The wind! The wind blew up a song,
With rustling leaves and paper shreds,
It's singing of those lives gone wrong,
Of how we're like potato sacks,
Filled to the brim with this and that,
With forgotten promises or things gone bad,
With youthful girls and bright young lads,
Or simply just happiness gone sad,

Oh how I wish I had a chance,
To hold onto all those things I had,
Then maybe I won't feel so bad,
Because I knew I tried to get,
What all the others wished they had,
But somehow they can never catch,

Learn from what they have to teach,
Take long walks along the beach,
Find that heart within your soul,
The voice that leads you to your goal,
Its funny how we laugh and laugh,
Only to discover life so tough,
Its uncanny how we work and work,
But never seem to have enough,

Bells that ring that make us stare,
Birds that sing that sings so rare,

Words that try to make us weep,
Can also aim to help us smile,
What are the things that make you leap,
May be wild, strange and utterly vile,

Its always the same story plan,
What is good will always end,
You have to learn that tricks are tricks,
Trees are trees and chicks are chicks,

The thing I'm saying is follow your heart,
If you didn't then you'll never start,
You'll never know how good it feels,
Or why it hurts and hurts so much,

Eternity goes forever it never stops,
Destiny lasts so long as one life tops,
Don't give up yourself to the thieves in here,
Don't wake to find its too late to fear,
Wherever you are,
Far or near,
This urban jungle,
Is sadly real... ...

Love is a many splendoured game
Compassion blinds the plainest lie,
Our thoughts go blur as love sweeps by,
The foolish things we do for care,
Anything, just to get somewhere,
We hate being lonely or just forsaken,
Want to be treasured and not easily taken,
But Cupid has a different view,
Of love and mankind, true love so few,
Why can't we just take a seat,
Wait a while, avoid the beat,
One fine day our chance will come,
The very one out in front,
You'll know it deep in your heart,
So no worries for you'll have your part.

SEE THIS EMPTY SEAT UP HERE?
See this empty seat beside the bar,
Well it used to seat the man from afar,
Who told of stories strange and weird,
But sad and tragic and even feared,
He'd sip his beer and stare at the wall,
What stories would he have in store?

He told me once about a gal,
Who loved to watch the sun go down,
And one day in love she fell,
Wearing a gold and silver gown,
The man she saw was strong and dashing,
Had all the badges of the army flashing,

But when they married she found out too late,
That he would beat her to a bloody state,
The gold and silver faded gowns,
Was gone and in its place were frowns,
The pleas and cries could do so much,
Fire was cooler than his touch,
He flogged her often,
Sometimes he slapped,
Her bones were softened,
Her skull was cracked,
Then one day after his hit,
He found her lifeless, she was dead,
There was no one left to beat,
He begged forgiveness, but her heart had bled,
He told the sheriff she fell from the stairs,
But everyone knew she died from love,
At least she's free from pain and cares,
And most of all from the man she served,

With that the story came to an end,
The man would sniff and sip his beer,
He'd shrink in silence, his back would bend,
Left us thinking, "Did that happen here?"
And then he left until no one could see,
Where he had gone to out of town,
Returned to a hut and fetched a key,
Unlocked a closet with a faded gown.
With tears and regret he would groan,
With whispered, "I love you's" in muffled tones,

Life's lessons is in its stories,
And there it stands in all its glory,
To learn how to love,
To love what we've learnt,
To learn how to treasure,
To treasure what we've earned.
But men are fools,
And treasures are burnt,
And nothing will change,
What's burnt is burnt,

What looks over our heads at night?
The moon plays up another song,
A sad tale of a love gone wrong,
Clouds gather to hear the story,
And the moon shines bright in all its glory,
A million years the moon doth stand,
Seen all the worries among us men,
Wives who cried alone at night,
When their own husbands walked out of sight,
When wars plague countries and people died,
When money rules and fathers lied,
All that happened before its eyes,
The moon would shudder and roll the dice,
It has been there for centuries now,
And never has it made a single sound,
Another million is in store,
Another million it would have to ignore.

THE LIFE IN LIVING
Sometimes you think,
This world in extreme,
How to be happy,
But not too glad,
For soon it'll pass,
And then you're sad,
You must never expect,
But rather you prepare,
For anything that comes,
So you won't get a scare,
Solace in the arms of love,
But never hold on too hard,
For love may find you too tough,
And end up in a goodbye card,
So you wait, And wait,
If it comes, That's fate,
But if it doesn't, Then its too late,
If nothing happens, Its for your own sake,
Enjoy those memories,
Be pleased with yourself,
Walk along art galleries,
Appreciate what you can tell,
Can you paint a Mona Lisa,
Will you draw for me,
Or build the leaning Pisa,
Just to let me see,
The truth is you really don't have to,
Even though you could,
Because you just need to believe,
Even if no one would,
Don't please others,
But make no enemies,
We're all brothers,
Even if not families,
All the world is a little stage,
I know you've heard it all before,
And like a thick and big full page,
We fill it up some more,
Let go, let it all go,
Live, just let it all live,
Your soul, your searching soul,
Believe, you need to believe... ...

This is Part One. You'll have to wait for Part Two, or if you can't email me and I'll see what I can do... ...