and time for keeps

and time is that

for which one weeps

and time alone

and time for sale

and time to live

a life of pale

moonlight and sunrises

and dewy morning fog

and time for the little things

time

to bring

time is little and time is a lot

and time is a fire

and time she forgot

and time is a moment

and time is to stand

and time is the bottom

and gestures of grand

illusions and mastery

and meaning heaven-sent

and universal tidings

and time of intent

time not forgotten

time not lost

time after time

in a bottle

on water, tossed

under cover of time

with the passing therein

time is wisdom

time can sing

time plays a melody

on which we all ride

time, precious time

on this we abide.

by me(lol)

No fun my babe no fun
No fun my babe no fun
No fun to hang around
Feeling that same old way
No fun to hang around
Freaked out for another day
No fun my babe no fun
No fun my babe no fun
No fun to be around
Walking by myself
No fun to be alone
In love with nobody else
Well maybe go out maybe stay home
Maybe call mom on the telephone
Well come on, well come on,
Well come on……….

Or that of a woman with a man’s heart.

What is a man’s  heart?

Is it hard?

uncomromising?

brave or fragile?

or generous beyond belief?

Of the  men I know, have known,

their hearts are good

It is without their women  they would be depleted

but with love

strengthened and fortified

they are good men.

Who knows the heart of a man

or a man with a woman’s heart

the first kiss
was like the last kiss
was like the the first kiss-
and as poetic as every kiss in between.
there was not a single kiss i did not
crave, adore, drown in, and long for.
there is not a single kiss i would not
repeat, dwell in, dream about,
create epic works about.
the first kiss
was like the last kiss
was like the first kiss-
and every blessed kiss in between.
but like no kiss from another,
and no kiss like no other;
no kiss and no love would
ever bring the mesmerizing heat
that ever lasts.
even though i often weep we are
in the past
i can never once mourn that
the first kiss
was like the last kiss
was like the first kiss-
and every lavish kiss that
we shared.
and every moment that
we bared
our selves and our souls
to only us.
our serenity found in just a kiss-
in just the first, last,
and every kiss.

Stupid girls never complain.

Stupid girls have stupid friends.

With stupid plans toward stupid ends.

No one expects the answer from a stupid girl.

She spends all her time looking lovely by your side.

Maybe one day you will have a stupid girl bride.

What’s with stupid girls that makes men kick?

Leave it to stupid girls to perpetuate sick.

No one ever said I was a stupid girl.

They just treated me like one.