Of the Goddess

(Poem Inspired by a photo of Adriana Lima)

Of the Goddess, with a t-shirt to wear
strident her stuff, as her hair blows through the air
her jeans, as they fit tight,
with her dashing good looks,
posing in front of a camera,
she was just off the hook.

Her eyes were like wild fires,
her curves blew my mind,
her face I could not forget,
remembering that she was the Spanish type.

I told her that she looked great in those
classy white high heel shoes,
as she made me feel uneasy
and somewhat quite cool.

She was an Island of beauty
she was a figure, a vision, a goddess of lust,
she was an Island of beauty that I knew I couldn't touch!

My Dying Days

(Photo by Michele Gereon/Photo.net.)

When do tears fill my cup
when will I see the wrongs I done
can I take back what I said
as my dying days grow long

Sometimes you can't control the way things go
sometimes we tend to lose control
I know I don't want to be wrong
but I know that I was wrong to walked off

and to think that everything is okay
I know it's hard to face the pain
and if I know that I couldn't forgive someone else,
it would be even harder to forgive myself

Pain and strucken, lost and hope
it was bad to feel like you were tide
to the end of the rope,
it's hard to move on when
you don't feel strong!
You just have to gain control
and move on!

Heart, Lies, Weakness, Soul

Mad and angery, scared and a lone
worrying and doubtful,
the fear of growing cold
no time for feeling sorry,
have to move on,
can't lose control

Losing yourself in confidence
losing self control
my eyes lie in weakness
as my thoughts grow cold

The gun, a pistol of madness
a pull of the trigger, a lost soul
people who commite suicide and
murder, are weak in the soul

I want to become stronger,
I want to have soul, I can make life better
Because I know!

Anything But New

Anything, but new.
leaving home,
lying quickly,
thinking about...
...what's new?

Dying Quickly,
this empty-ness
inside.
Descent, passing on through...
Hoping to dream.
A thick cloud of...
of water,
razor blades.

Atmosphere,
earth at our feet!
Waiting for dinner,
the limits of a country;
remote from the sea.