A Bugle Played

A bugle as a warning played
From a watchman in the spire
Allowed a city to defend itself
From attack by Tater fire

An one of the attackers saw
The bugler making the warning call
And with arrow fired pierced his throat
Causing the music to cease and man dead to fall

And to this day in that town
That music it is played
From the same spire on the same church
Where once it was a warning to a people afraid

A siren then, why is it now
That sounds of danger are so plain
Why cant he have something as sweet
As the Hejnals sweet refrain?

Warning Bells

Warning Bells
Reaching for that bottle, your hand on that throttle,
getting ready to ride without a guide,
down that road, that road to hell.

Wake up before it's too late,
before you reach that gate.
Let go of the hate,
think of your mate.

Looking at life through the bottom of a bottle,
hands shaking,
body quaking.
One of these days you won't be waking.
Don't you hear them Warning Bells?

Shatter that bottle on the floor,
turn around, walk out that door,
do it for you. Listen to them Warning Bells.


Only time will tell if you heard,
heard them bells.

Don't find yourself on the floor, anymore,
turn around say no more, walk out that door.
You're off that road that road to hell.
You've heard them Warning, Warning Bells.

Mom And Dad

mom,
thanks for everything..
thanks for your care,
and thanks for your teddy bear!

dad,
thanks for your advices,
thanks for your chocolates bar,
and thanks for your car!

mom n dad,
thanks for everything..
I do love you
now, always n forever..
miss you but my heart need you
really care about both of you

mom n dad,
thanks a lot..

Thank you Mother

Thanks mom for being there my whole life
Thanks mom for being there when I was feeling down
Thanks mom for giving me a peace of mind
Thanks mom for buying me things
Thanks mom for walking the miles and guiding me through the path
Thanks mom for your laughter
Thanks mom for being all that you could be
Thanks mom for your gratitude
Thanks mom for believing in me
Thank you mom
I'll always love you forever more

Thanks To You

Thanks to you
I can no longer open up and let my guard down
Thanks to you
I wonderif the next man I meet will be online fooling around
Thanks to you
I question if he will also be looking for the next best thing
Thanks to you
I have no hope in what tomorrow could bring
Thanks to you
I trust no one
Thanks to you
My days are no longer fun
Thanks to you
My tears still fall like rain
Thanks to you
Everyday my heart is in pain
Thanks to you
I obsess about what is so unloveable about me
Thanks to you
I am a prisoner to my oun obsessive thought and you hold the key
Thanks to you
I have picked myslf apart
Thanks to you
I dissected every piece of my heart
Thanks to you
I now reside in an emotional tomb
Thanks to you
Within my heart love will no longer bloom
Thanks to you

Thanks For Being You

Thanks for giving me joys and smiles
Thanks for sharing my trouble's pile

Thanks for wipeing the tears of my eye
Thanks for showing me the glad view of sky

Thanks for lending me your shoulders to lean
Thanks for giving my words a proper mean

Thanks for telling me the value of life
Thanks for showing me the rules to survive

Thanks for lending me the sympathetic ears
Thanks for showing how much you care

From all this what I mean in the end
Is thanks for being my special friend.

PLENTY OF ANGER

There is plenty of anger inside of me
It has to stop
Why is there so much anger inside of me?
My anger is part of my frustration
I have to control it now
My anger causes me plenty of trouble
There is plenty of anger inside of me
And what is anger do I know?
Anger is a strong feeling of displasure
It is a grief that I have inside of me
How can I control it?
What triggers my anger?
Can I recognize it?

So alone!

So alone in my bed
Alone listening to nightly whispers
Alone in my thoughts
Alone standing in court
Alone I stand and fight
Alone I pray for rainbow lights

Alone in the morning I awake
Alone I celebrate my joys
Alone I cry out my sadness
Alone I voice out my fears
Alone in strenght

Alone in wealth
Alone in good health
Alone I try to understand
Alone I seek knowledge
Alone I share what is mine
Alone I try not to be alone
Alone when my time has come, I pass away

Ocean Flow

Wave, and wave, and wave and current,
The sea keeps going and turning and churning.
From the currents to the waves, to the waves,
One to another, it flows, it flows.

Eternally spinning, turning, churning,
All men caught up in the undertow.
All men swimming, and swimming, and swimming,
Eternally caught up in the ocean flow.

A January Fear

A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
My class is all here
Down to each little sneer

A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Those cute little creatures
Have nothing to fear

A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Still knowing that teacher's
not entirely all here

A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Each little tear
Makes it perfectly clear

A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
A day off is coming
And hopefully near

a sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
It's harder and harder
Maintaining my leer

A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Perhaps my behavior's
becoming quite queer

A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Perhaps in the morning
I'll call in and cheer

A SICK DAY A SICK DAY
I GOT A PAIN IN MY EAR

Alas...I can hear my principle sneer
With a resigning smirk easy to hear
NO SICK DAY NO SICK DAY
SORRY MY DEAR

NO SICK DAYS NO SICK DAYS
REMAINING THIS YEAR

Despair Of The Early Morning

DESPAIR OF THE EARLY MORNING

Despair of the early morning
Despair of the darkness
Despair of the Despair
Despair of Old Age
Despair of the road closed
Despair of nothing to do
Despair of nowhere to go
Despair of endless errands
Despair of money running out
Despair of the message of Despair
One transmits to those one loves.

Despair that has to be resisted
Despair that the light of the day
Will help me overcome
Despair I will pray my way out of
Despair I will in the course of the day
Sometime overcome.

Not the great Despair
The unending Despair
The final Despair.

The small Despair of who I am and where I am now.
The Despair that still can be resisted,
By the writing of a few awkward lines
Early in the morning.

A Winter Message

A flake of snow in flurry thro’ the air
Had landed as a kiss upon my cheek:
A secret message, just for me to share;
To take to heart but never dare to speak
About or presuppose to other eyes
Your open feelings – distant though they are.
And so, upon your lips, my OWN surprise:
A flake of snow returned from me afar.

My Lullaby (Song)

Close your eyes
Go to sleep.
Find your soul
In arms I'll keep
Dream you Little dark Dream
In your eyes
There's a glow
See your dreams
Now you know
Dream you Little dark Dreams
See your dreams
Come alive
Watch them dance
Through your eyes
Dream you Little dark Dreams
Coming now into eternal
Slumber, Sleep your Life's infernal
Lies called dreams within our sorrow
Never waking for tomorrow
Bow your head
Lay on down
Wipe your tears
Do not frown
Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream
Dream you Little dark Dreams
Tonight.

A dream

A dream is something
That’s completely you

A dream is something
For you to do

A dream is something
To try and strive for

A dream is something
That could be more

A dream is something
You can do anytime

A dream is something
That doesn’t have to rhyme

A dream is something
That comes from above

A dream is something
About peace, hope or even love

A dream is something
That you don’t have to share

A dream is something
That you can tell anywhere

A dream is something
That is totally true

…but only if you want it to

PARIS SONG

Paris so beautiful at night
And during the day is beautiful also
The Eiffel Tower is located in the center of Paris
But all the flowers in Paris are blooming in the parks
And at la seine
Yes spring is heret in Paris
And I am enjoying the spring
But the flowers in the parks here in Paris are beautiful
Because they are a show of colors

The Lonely Spider

The lonely spider reaches out
For what, you might ask?
If not to spin his web then for what?
For his identity
The identity of him
His identity...

The lonely spider calls out
For what, you might ask?
If not for his mate then for what?
For his identity
The identity of him
His identity...

The lonely spider waits
For what, you might ask?
If not for his food then for what?
For his identity
The identity of him
His identity...

'A spider doesn't have feelings! '
How should you know?

'A spider isn't that smart! '
That could be true.

'A spider can never have a real identity! '
And neither could you, or any of us
But we try to find one even if we're not looking
And thats our life... after which we die

What have we done with our life up until then?
Either we've thrown it away, gave it up, wrecked it, lived it up to the fullest, took it for granted, or got far in it.
We still had one.
It's up to us what we shall do with it
Just like the lonely spider
Who will probably just end up on the bottom of your shoe anyways

My Idea of beauty

Beauty is the sensation of your heart skipping a beat,
when eyes full of mischief glance at you...
Beauty is the smile which appears on your lips, when you think of the way he smiles at you...
Beauty is in the heart which touches another
Beauty is tender hands holding each other
Beauty is strong arms holding you warm
Beauty is in water, beauty is in weather,
beauty is in air, beauty is in life
Beauty is in love, beauty is in wind...
Beauty surrounds you days and nights
yet no one knows beauty's heights...

SAVE THIS LOVE PASSION

Dance mon amour,
Please dance for me.
show me your perfect curve,
Make me alive, make me lured.

Dance my perfect love,
Please dance for me.
Show me what you can do,
Make me sweat, Make me full.

Dance my truly queen,
Please dance for me.
Show me you are the one,
Make me real, make me whole.

Dance you beauty soul,
Please dance for me.
Show me you only for me,
Make happy, make me feel.

Dance my dear companion,
Please dance for me.
Show me you are chosen one,
Make me love you, make last.

Dance my favourite song,
Please dance for me,
Make me true, make my session.
Make me save this love passion.

Dance, My Little Puppets

Dance, my little puppets
dance for me
dance, my little puppets
and you shall see

dance, my little puppets
the truth you seek
dance, my little puppets
the truth i will speak

dance, my little puppets
set your soul free
dance, my little puppets
dance for me

dance, my little puppets
the truth you find
dance, my little puppets
do not hide

dance, my little puppets
dance for me
dance, my little puppets
truth is a lie, cant you see

dance, my little puppets
dance for me
dance, my little puppets
dance to see

dance, my little puppets
start to begin
dance, my little puppets
this is the end

A World Filled With Hate

This world is filled with hate

Hate against life
Hate against your friends
Hate against your pet
Hate against the rain
Hate against a busdriver
Hate against your teacher
Hate against your parents
Hate against your brothers and sisters
Hate against a difficult game
Hate against your job
Hate against the way you live
Hate against your body
Hate against a withering flower
Hate against a not-working car
Hate against someone hurting you
Hate against a child that doesn't obey
Hate against the cloudy sky
Hate against God
Hate against the death

So much hate in everyone of us
We're filled with it

But only a little dropp of love
In this hate filled world
Could overcome every bit of hate

Arrogance ☹

I’m trouser-bursting fat; I’m gurner ugly –
Made in ways I brought upon myself:
Jam and cream and high esteem
– They melded in together, forever
Growing yellow lipid mounds.


So this is I, in love with chips –
Dripping with dripping –
Dipped in dips
Of course –
My lips enjoy a kiss
On greasy tucker;
Oily f*cker,
Licking the sauce –
It makes me high.


Now where’s the pie?
A mouth of this and mash
To follow with a rash or two of bacon,
Delight of mastication,
Drink, then deglutition.


Admonition came to mind: tell myself
The fattened bastard that I am
Was dying of an overload of calories,
Gorging on the devilries.
Ha! You think I care?

Haven Of Love

Romance
came at morning
love story without end
we stole a kiss by the river
the haven of love way down in the glen
soprano voices came hither
ecstasy lingered then
with the bliss of
romance.


Only a shy young maiden was I
how could my heart ever know
that love was steadily seeping
into the innocence of my soul?


Romance
came with glory
love's fable now I pen
we fell in love one September
at a haven of love way down in the glen
your kind caress I remember
I was eager to dance
on wings of true
Romance.

Were There Hope

I was never in a league of noble gentlemen
To whom she'd cast polite and flitting smiles,
Only distant hope and dying dreams for me!
Or perhaps descent into a game of wiles


To give a chance of sipping wine on heady nights
With her angelic presence to declare;
Above, an aura playing out hypnotic hues,
And I in awe of blonde cascades of hair.


But no! my tiring soul is sinking in a mire
To haunt me for an age and evermore, for
How could I expect to hold her silken hand
When I am but a soulless ghost of yore?

My Hero ๏

My is hero many
But get one
My hero stands with a gun
My love hero loves me
My hero is mine
My hero he starts to cry
On the floor
But now in the sky
My hero his last words where
Now don’t cry
I loved him dearly
All though life
My hero now laughing
About his life
Now don’t leave me
I will miss you so
But he said
I have to go............

Mother Love ❤

Mother love
Nothin' wrong with me
Mother love
Come and let me see
Mother love
Just leave me alone
Mother love
Now I'm dead and gone
Mother love
Never let me see
Mother love
Never let's me be
Mother love
Took my life away
Mother love
Hate me every day
Mother love
Take away my pain
Mother love
Make me go insane
Mother love
There is no such thing
Mother love
Hate is everything.

CRAZY!

Crazy crazy,
Everywhere says'
Wondered what leaving.
Crazy crazy,
Everywhere says!

My Perfect Friend

My perfect friend holds me tight
My perfect friend kisses me goodnight
My perfect friend loves me for me
My perfect friend wont let me be
My perfect friend wears dark clothes
My perfect friend loves me loads
My perfect friend knows when in sad
My perfect friend isnt scared when im mad
My perfect friend makes me smile
My perfect friend would run a mile
My perfect friend is sweet at heart
My perfect friend is also smart
My perfect friend is really tall
My perfect friend will catch me when i fall
My perfect friend doesnt just look skin deep
My perfect friend is not cheap
My perfect friend is one of a kind
My perfect friend has one wild mind
My perfect friend is in my heart to stay
My perfect friend might be moving away
My perfect friend made me cry
My perfect friend can make me fly
My perfect friend left a tear in my eye
My perfect friend just said his last goodbye
My perfect friend saved my life
My perfect friend helped me battle the knife
My perfect friend is honest and true
My perfect friend just doenst get the clue
My perfect friend doesnt count my wrongs
My perfect friend writes me songs
My perfect friend will skip school
My perfect friend is deffinetly not cruel
My perfect friend is a guy
My perfect friend does not lie
My perfect friend i wished for in the past
My perfect friend is here at last
My perfect friend gives good advice
My perfect friend is so awesome and nice
My perfect friend doesnt get high
My perfect friend i have never seen cry
My perfect friend is so strong
My perfect friend is almost never wrong
My perfect friend is to perfect to say
My perfect friend told me he was moving away
My perfect friend asked if i cried
My perfect friend knows that i lied
My perfect friend is moving away
my perfect friend is in my heart to stay...

Pink is My Colour

Pink pants and rosy plants
Pink blouses, never failing to arouse spouses
Pink hot feverish lips
Passionate pants of pink
Love letters dipped in pink ink

You see! You see!

Pink is my colour
Pink is the sweet side of wild
Quite mild
Like a little lost baby child
Of all the colours compiled
Pink is romantic and disarming
All pink roses are ever so charming

Pink is my colour
The fruit juices I drink
Are always colour pink
With favourable odours
Igniting my fire making me desire more and more
Think! Think! Pink always links
With erotic pleasant stinks
Those flirty winks
Combining with pink
Creating an effect of kink, kink, kinky!

Pink is my colour
Refined or raw
Pink is my colour
And the colour of my door
Pink is my colour
And the only colour I adore

Ice Cream Hair

My mom's hair is made of Chocolate Ice Cream.
My dad's hair is made of Mint Ice Cream.
My sister's hair is made of Vanilla Ice Cream.
My halve sister's hair is made of Strawberry Ice Cream.
My brother's hair is made of Coconut Ice Cream.
My halve brother's hair is made of Blue Berry Ice Cream.
My baby sister's hair is made of Banana Split Ice Cream.
What is my hair made out of?
All of the above,

Home, Sweet Home

Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home;
A charm from the sky seems to hallow us there,
Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home!
There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home!

An exile from home, splendor dazzles in vain;
Oh, give me my lowly thatched cottage again!
The birds singing gayly, that come at my call --
Give me them -- and the peace of mind, dearer than all!
Home, home, sweet, sweet home!
There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home!

I gaze on the moon as I tread the drear wild,
And feel that my mother now thinks of her child,
As she looks on that moon from our own cottage door
Thro' the woodbine, whose fragrance shall cheer me no more.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home!
There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home!

How sweet 'tis to sit 'neath a fond father's smile,
And the caress of a mother to soothe and beguile!
Let others delight mid new pleasures to roam,
But give me, oh, give me, the pleasures of home.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home!
There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home!

To thee I'll return, overburdened with care;
The heart's dearest solace will smile on me there;
No more from that cottage again will I roam;
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home.
Home, home, sweet, sweet, home!
There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home!

The sing of song ♪

it's a song without title
a song without word
a song without sound

a song in our eyes
a song in our ears
a song in our hands
a song in our feet

We are singing the song
without title
a nameless song
It's a distant song
It's a future song

A song who says:
beyond future, beyond distances,
beyond nothing, beyond always

a song in a single colour
that we don't see 
many colours
much colours
unknown colours

this was
a song of your mother
a song of your grandmothers
a song of one very old woman

Sleep, sleep my little love
Dream, dream my little love
when you close open your wide eyes

The Greatest Artist

God is the greatest artist
To whom no one can compare,
Streaking sunsets very beautiful,
Painting rainbows in the air.

Brushing green the hillside scene,
Blotting blue the sky above,
Splashing flowers 'cross the ground beneath,
Shading white clouds with His glove.

Of the wonders God has made
There is none that is so fair
As the smile He paints upon your face
When you realize He's there.

Pyrrhic Victory

White people
Black people
Yellow people
Brown people
Red people.

Homeless people
Humourless people
People who want to impress people
People who want to undress people.

Tired people
Wired people
Whacked people
Jacked-up people
Cracked-up people

People who want to thrill other people
People who want to kill other people

Displaced people everywhere
People crying in the streets, with
People dying in the streets
People shooting in the streets, with
People looting in the streets
People drug-dealing in the streets, with
People prostituting in the streets

People shaking heads all in despair-

Just what is the matter with all you faceless baseless
Prozac-addicted prosperity afflicted
warmongering religious and racial whoremongering
politicized pop culturally anethesthitised American
people?

**My Boy Friend**

He was more than my boyfriend
He was more than just a friend
He was someone who I loved and would till the end
When he said 'I think we should be apart' that's the day he broke my heart...

Music to Relax

By : Divyesh J. Shah 
 

Every beat, every tone
Music is rhythm of soul
Pop, Jazz and Country
Release all our worries

Music gives life a motion
Music controls every emotion
Music calms the mind
Music helps us – our way to find!

Music is inspiration
Music – full of imagination
Music has feelings
Music gives life a meaning

A Slow beat is silent word
A fast beat make you shrewd
Every moment its true worth
Music gives life – new birth

Music is melody
Music moves your body
Make people jump up and down
Spin in circles round and round

Music for celebration
Music for education
Music for entertainment
Music for refreshment

Listen to music to change your mood
Listen to music to keep you cool
Listen to music just to relax
Listen to music to make you sleep