Someday

Last Night I had a dream the most wonderful dream that brings me  good luck!

I see celebrities shimmering and giggling on me

when the time accidentally one of the famous celeb

having a bad day, she walk's out,

Another most beautiful thing came,he been accidentally pushed by fan and I try to help him

then I ask for some shot's with him I am curious why I ask him some shots 

but his not a celebrity but he is look like one.

My mother came and she let me drive the car

I heard music, suddenly I'm awake by my sister because it's time to go to school

When I woke up it's all just a dream and I still remember the face of the thing.

I think to myself it's isn't time to me that having eternal love life because I'm still young.

For what I saw or dream and I will wake up into reality and my dream will be come true,

but not in the part when I loose my tooth. I wish he is my soul-mate,

I wish I knew his name and I wish to see him again.

Dream a Dream

  When I dream the dream of paradise
I see a picture of you
And when I dream the dream of love and care
I see a picture of us two

And when I dream a dream of loneliness
I see a shadow on the wall
Looking back at me like
I’m nothing at all

But those dreams a quickly chased away
When I wake up to a sunny day
And I see your pretty face right by my side

When I dream a dream of smiling
The room is full of you
And if I dream a dream of candy land
The sweetest thing is you

And if the nightmare comes along
To say its fond goodbyes
The thought of you will stop it
before those dreams arise

Because with you sharing my bed at night
My dream will always come out right
And tomorrow will always be another day

If I dream a dream while I'm awake
That dream will be of you
If I dream a dream of wedding cakes
I’ll dream a dream of you

And when I dream a dream of a loving wife
That dream will be of you
And if I dream a dream of growing old
I'll be growing old with you

And if my dream were ever to come true
I know it will be because of you
And that’s the reason that I love you so.

A Decade and twice a year and a half twiced

  A Decade and twice a year and a half twiced
No doubt, I will conquer my very own price
IF fate is true, Does he play dice?
Nopes, I guess we must play nice

I want to reach out all the stars
Buy cool things like brand new cars
Have some powers and magical Wands
Specto patronom with magical sands

speak in front of thousand man
climb through ladders unto the sun
like FLash the way i like to run
Home works I had will all be done

Frightening teachers will be nice
appreciate student's sacrifice
home work be lessen on 90 percent
party's no parent's consent

This day ends with my Anticipation
of tomorrows negotiation
To pick a bit of inspiration
to end my wide imagination..

Let Me Grow Lovely

Let me grow lovely, growing old--
So many fine things do:
Laces, and ivory, and gold,
And silks need not be new;
And there is healing in old trees
Old streets a glamour hold;
Why may not I, as well as these,
Grow lovely, growing old?

Long Ago

  Long ago I seen this poem that had a story of a man that was too far gone it went some like he was so far out in the water that he was not waiving but drowning, first I didn’t understand what it meant but years later I wound come to understand just what it means.

The day I realize what it meant it was me that was not waiving but drowning in my sorrows of a hand that was dealt to me for reason that til today is unknown but they say that God only gives you what you can handle we must have two different points of view.

One night in the heat of rage I went out and I hung myself my husband pulled me down and brought me back to life “what a bold statement.”

I didn’t realize all that had happened to me and still today do not remember everything but what I do know is that not realizing just how far out I was not waiving but drowning in the yesterdays of my life not seeing the hopes that was right here today.

Now I view things just a little bit different yes I still wallow in my sorrow but I try to get it out sooner then later because hanging from that rope was no joke.

Violin

She cried for all the broken hearts,
Painted everlasting winters –
Floral patterns etched in ice;
A frozen tear to
Soften up the bastard bones.

Bow made love to needy string
In cooing fling – wanton whispers
Fondled under pianissimos,
Caressing callous hearts.

Melodrama swayed in satin sound
– Yet the player wasn’t there,
Only creamy song, soothing, yearning,
Teasing bitter minds.

I sensed her persevering loneliness
For beauty of an evening: Romance of a tune; laughing,
Sobbing at the fire.

Then a climax –
Writhing passion cutting deep –
Wounding macho flesh,

And all in a work of musical art:
Ephemeral stories, yarned of music
Honed impossibly through her tones.

The Encounter

  I seldom spent my time taking fragments from my past,
But, solely her face appears from a string of cast;
I met her in the most unusual trend,
This is somewhat, how it happened.There was an hour before dark,
I was prepared for my mother’s cocoa phonic bitter bark;
I wondered if that woman would shower a hint of mercy,
In a June evening, in a deserted alley;
I caught over ridden taxi,
In a great haste, I sat unnoticed who was behind me,
A demigoddess, gossiping and giggling gracefully;
Through the rear mirror,
I piously gazed at her;
She had the prettiest teary eyes,
Of what I would consider, ideal size.
She had a pair of the rosiest cheek,
Her hair was charcoal black and sleek,
Like a warriors blade under the moon;
Her voice the singing nightingales in June,
Her giggle, Beethoven’s melody in its finest tune.
I speculated if she noticed me,
I softened, why would she;
Did her teary eyes stare at me,
Nay! Anyone but me;
I halted the taxi,
For this mute had reached his destiny;
I saddened for I no longer could prolong my glance,
I took my last chance,
I took the meekest glance.

I walked home unknowingly, forgetting my mother,
The bitter shrewd barks of her;
My thoughts circled around when I would see her,
My angelic accomplice rider,
Would ‘FATE’ the mysterious rejoin me with her;
I was crest fallen until I saw her,
My saintly neighbor