wheeling down the street
It is not Kabuli Wala-
but someone his kind
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wheeling down the street
It is not Kabuli Wala-
but someone his kind
but someone his kind
was strutting the same way, as
he did when he lived....
he did when he lived....
love me like a mad lover
I realized not
I realized not
the feelings you had for me.
But yet, I am pleased.
But yet, I am pleased
for the favor of your love
you gave and took back
you gave and took back
all that i have given you
except for my heart
except for my heart,
which I lent to my neighbor
for holloween night
for holloween night
I packed my heart in a box
and shipped it away
and shipped it away
to a far far away place
no return address
no return address
freight collect, by surface mail
this is no love dear
this is no love dear
when we have both gone astray
call me and let's talk
call me and let's talk
you've been away for just so long
my heart only cries
my heart only cries
it cannot sing any more
my love is away
my love is away
heart-broken, rejection hurts
last phone call from mom
last phone call from mom
just before she passed away
said Hello and dropped
Said Hello and dropped
All his luggage on the floor
came home for spring break
came home for spring break
stayed for a while and then left
unfaithful lover
unfaithful lover
to her chocolatier, she's
now dating a nut.
now dating a nut
forgetting all about past
like a ***** in rut
like a ***** in a rut.
is it mating season yet?
in some places, yes.
Quote:
Originally Posted by karo
in some places, yes
it is always happening
but you do not know
but you do not know
when the next time will occur
that glorious day
that glorious day
when our love shone on the sky
and gave light to sun
and gave light to sun
fusion, two burning as one
radiating life
radiating life
pulsating in every beat
in a rhythmic dance....
in a rhythmic dance,
I flailed my arms and created
the jig-ga-boo-boo
The jig-ga-boo-boo
A dance short-lived but so fun
Lets do it again!
lets do it again!
draw over the walls and paint
with my blue marker!
with my blue marker,
amazing how i can lift
my spirit up high...
(I love the smell of the spirit in the markers, my favorite fragrance! :p )
my spirit up high
skims the atmosphere. The Earth
looks great from up here.
looks great from up here
from up top the great oak tree
cities underneath
cities underneath,
wondering why haiku has
turned so unmusical...
turned so unmusical...
so why don't you just make it
much more musical?
much more musical
lullaby of butterfly
floating on moonbeams
floating on moonbeams
flying on stars high above
music of it all
music of it all,
as note carries note beyond
the edge of known space
the edge of known space
is too dangerous to walk
step into my heart
step into my heart
the door's wide open for you
please just take a look
please just take a look
what is it you are seeing?
is it likely so?
is it likely so?
that your door is still open
for this late comer