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you where always a shoulder to cry on
you are the person i could rely on
you mean the world to me
you show me just how to be

now that youre gone i feel i cant go on
now im without you i want you to no i never doubt you
now the time has come to show you how i feel
now you must no the wounds i cant heal

forever i will miss you
forever i cant go on
forever im asking just how long
forever my friend forever my family

i wish i could of seen you one last time
i wish you never leave my mind
i wish the day u passed i was with you
i wish happy toughts still lie within you



another poem in the bank another freestyle i had my gandmother in mind there

r.i.p nan i love you so much!
 
"What is love? Love is the greatest feeling, the human being is pure, sincere and genuine. You love me is a privilege, you have that person be so wonderful. No matter which way you 're, I know I'm always with you, and I know that you are always with me, where I post. Have you next to me, that's all most want in life. I know that God made you for me, and one day I will realize my dream. To look in their eyes and say how you, it is important for my life, and whisper in your ear ... I love you! "
By Roberta :)
 
ghost people


everywhere, they are there, gliding amongst others unaware
the true players of the game, underestimated, and never slain
they cannot be comprehended neither do they need defended
others wish for limitlessness, bound by their small mindedness
that need to woosh and yet is they who push
and keep at bay what they'd give all for just one single day
small indulgences are they allowed while blending in with the crowd
piping up going on display but its empty and the world's so gray
the ghost people just carry on as if untouched by the goings on
funny people ghost people are being so close and thought of as so far
ghost people know whats real and true while others only think they do
its lonely at times on the ghostly plain as they watch everyone else's pain
those pious expressions worn on faces that know so well of leather and laces
the spirit is willing so shall it be said of ones that stopped living and now are dead
so let them laugh and let them play those ones who'd steal a soul away
if but for a moment they could be like the ghost people who of these are free.
 
Thank you for sharing your songs Man in the Mirror. I enjoy reading them.
I love your Ghost People poem Friend.
 
emotion runs like water
a thousound times i dream of a daughter
the world pushed me down
emotions to the sluaghter

fruits of labour
birth to a flavour
youre love is feeding me
i wish it was you needing me

everyday of my life is a hell
another day another welfare slip oh well
my pepole are starving here
but the sunny days are no where near

the things we see on screens are in are heart
but when you open youre eyes its all to far
 
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a smile is a ray of the sun
baby i hope youre the only one
who makes me feel this way
cos god never did lie anyway

pain is darkness and i cant handle it
the shadows come but i cant hold on to it
i need the smile to take evil away
i pray for youre love girl everyday

the media try to shut me up
but i stand for freedom
cos fuck em we dont need em
dictating demonstrating the media always hating

i hate there lies ! i wish they would die inside
i wish i could run and hide it haunts me
like my childhood i need to throw it behind me
cos u can climb but u wont get as high as me

im the chart topper heart stopper
youre girl calling me the breath dropper
keep me out ya mouth like slobber!!
cos when i write music i do it proper
 
My poem for today... I hope you like it:​

"What is not Love...

Has been discussed both in love, friendship and love... But what is not love?
If you need someone to be happy, this is not love. And deficiencies.
If you have jealousy, insecurity and do anything to keep someone on your side, even if not loved, and still says he trusts that person, but not in others, it seems all rivals, this is not love. It is lack of love own.

If you believe that bad in person, without that person worse, and your life is empty without that person can not imagine myself and maintain a relationship that is over just because it has life of its own - there is a function of the other - that is not love. And dependence.

If you think that it is being loved, feels owner and master of your life and your body does not give you the right to express themselves, to have choices, just to say your domain, this is not love. It is selfishness.

If you do not feel like, is not done sexually, prefers not to have sex with that person, but feel some pleasure in being next to her, this is not love. And friendship.

If you argue for any reason, dying of jealousy of each other and fight for anything, nor do they always plans; disagree in various situations; not like to do the same things or go to the same places, but sexually match perfectly, this is not love. And wishes.

If your heart palpitate stronger, the sweat becomes intense, its temperature rises and drops, only to think of another person, that is not love. And passion.

Now, knowing what is not love, it's easier to analyze. Or if you plan to attract someone who feels affection and desire, that feel the same for you, so you can build a balanced relationship in which there is, then yes, the true and eternal love.

You have three types of person in life:
A friend, that person will always have you in great esteem, that you know you can be sure, that you simply suggesting that you need help and assistance is being given. A lover, the one person who makes her heart throb, that will make you float and no matter where you are together. A passion, that person you love, unconditionally want, sometimes you do not matter if she wants it or not, and perhaps it is not knowing it. But if you can meet these three people in one ... You can be sure: you found the happiness. "

By Roberta :)
 
ashtanga said:
I am happy that you liked. Only now had the courage to post them here. LOL! Has much more and I will post the few here. Michael is my great inspiration. You also write very well. And I also love your poems! :)​
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thank you very much if youre ever i london let me no
 
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im there sepember 8th gonig aftershow to and feb 8th and will be outside the hotel every night from the 9th onwards for at least an hour to say hi to everyone
 
Gone Away

Gone away
To have someone you thought you could trust
Just up and walk away
Is what its like to be betrayed

Children lost
But the childhood remains
Gone Away
Its always the child who takes the blame.

To not believe in your own heart
Anymore on any said day
To swallow all the words
You could not say
Or not describe in anyway
How could you?
When all has gone astray

Gone away
Children always last or so it seems
To become free at last
From all those haunted dreams
Gone away so far away.

To wake up and not care about anything
Not able to say
Not even to sing
To look with these eyes each and every day
Is what its like to be
To be gone away.

Children lost their smiles or so it seems
A infinite thing to hide all the screams
A confusion of heart and feelings do hide
Behind a quiet curtain somewhere
Inside the mind.

Away goes the confidence
In about just everyone and everything
Scared to love or to trust
Left crouching in the corner of life
Something inside begins and inside of you cringed
Protecting self from hurtful strife.

Is the only safety left to hold just
the safety held within?
This vast and awful darkness
That keeps pulling you in
Making you throw your life away.

Every avenue to your heart is closed
Each thought is something akin to sorrow
One life to live
One list left to write
For all in all I must begin to say
It wasnt my fault ever never
not today not then nor yesterday.

For everything is gone away...
 
A Kiss

Very much more than lips
that doth slowly innocently meet
These untold echoes of writing
and of ultimate wanting
savoring every hot breath
before they do entreat
so now hesitate
to come and just review
the feelings of Love in a kiss.

Just a kiss
So Juliet did entreat of her Romeo
as to what is in a kiss?
Or a rose by any other name should be as sweet?
Yet and with all the senses longing
hangs on to its given signature
what a sacred language this is
etched into our psyche of remembering
not just fully in words
and reaching so far and deep inside the soul
its messages do impart.

A mere Kiss
its transmission exquisite
like falling from the tongues of fairies
or brought from the breast of a rogue
tis not just lust this thing this kiss
nor a winged butterfly
of desire setting you on fire
or to cast a stone inside its waiting well
to make numerous wishes

Tis only a Kiss
Like parted rose petals seperated
whimsical vocal yet silent
used only when needed
to some its survival
of untold and justified truth
yet doth everyone know
just what is there and yet hidden
so deeply there within

A kiss told of something unknown
has a mind of its own
using its own delicate language.
 
just stay away!
just get away !
you gotta leave right now !!
( male criying)

( musical intro )

owww baby baby why does it have to be like this
owww baby baby why do we fight like this
i cant go on forever in this world of emotion
my feelings flow into my soul like an oceon !!

owwwww


i loved you forever and a day
and now it is my heart that has to pay
i will never think of her in any other way

why cant we just get on the dance floor and let it sway
dance this beautifull night away
we always fight hunny is it the only way?
 
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