Before midnight on New Years eve I want to make a plea, a wish I want all sadness and all grieve To stay away, to simply leave And only joy to enter life Long lasting peace and no more strife.

Woman, Mistress, Goddess... selfish, beautiful and hazy but She was not brought to world to become pink paper daisy grown for drying; blossoming and dying....

I was asked the other day About fantasy of Mine Not ready for a full essay But I will try, I wont decline That opportunity to tell to speak My mind and to unravel what's deep inside My wicked soul; So take your time, you will extol the virtues of My deepest thought...

I am so tired It's time to take some rest I feel like I am wired I feel that I am blessed with thoughts that overwhelming but I am stressed; I need to sleep or otherwise My mind will creep with darkest thoughts; I don't want that I want to write about beauty, and not the

I never used to write before but suddenly the urge is great to pour My soul, don't want to store ideas in My head; sometimes I feel tremendous weight is coming down when I write and then I am soaring like a kite in skies that high above Me as if someone had set Me free as if

The rain had stopped, and you stopped crying The roads dry, and so's your face Its not so easy, but keep on trying You'll find your way, you'll find your place

I think I'll wait for you forever I hope that day will soon arrive I am not afraid of that endeavor We'll both take that pleasure drive

I used to read your mind I used to know what you knew What happened that I feel so blind What happened that you feel so blue...