The bells, the bells they ring, and the choir gathers in the Church, as the beautiful sun shines outside, the birds do sing, and it is a moment of loud beauty under the sun, outside the Church beside the stream, and it is a glorious place, a glorious place to unwind, and while away the…
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That mountain
That mountain, it has not moved for years, and that mountain I think it could only be moved with tears, the tears of the heavens and an earthquake or two, for the mountain it does not like humans, and it is too beautiful to erase from view, but how impeccably you stand, as you glower…
That life
That life was yours, but now it has gone, for your long years, have brought you to another home, and I no longer see your face, but I, I remember you, and your smile for in my heart it takes its place, and in my memories of which are dear to me, I wander in…
Terrible
Unfortunate meetings, brought about by chance and fate, an ungodly character, so far away from a saint, but there you are Infront of me and it is sadly too late, too late to get away, and it always goes the same way, and talking to you is a terrible tragedy, yes, terrible, and so are…
Terrible power
Terrible power, hurricanes, tornadoes, lives there one minute, and gone the next, whole families devastated, as bodies float in the water, amidst the wrecks, the wrecks of buildings, and the crying, and the distressed, oh, the terrible power of nature, a fearsome beast, and beautiful at best, life and death, life and death, life forever…
Tenacious
My friend, you were tenacious, ferocious, elegant and flirtatious, and funny, with a smile so wide, and so beautiful, oh, how I admired you, a most powerful you. You looked for the truth, and you protested against racism, hatred, rape, torture and murder, and there was no day, that you did not fight for, causes…
Tell me
Tell me nothing, for I would rather be educated by only me, because there are too many lies in this world, too many lies that the world espouses, and too many lies, and I do not believe anything that anyone tells me anymore, and I am as cynical, as cynical as can be, and I…
Telephone on the table
Telephone on the table, vegetables in a bowl, ashes in a vase, someone shuffled off of their mortal coil, a sombre mood in the air, crying everywhere, and broken-hearted tormented souls, a lost loved one, someone no more, departed and decanted, in a different form, as the food cooks, and the cooks they suffer more,…
Tears
Tears. Tears in the rain. No more, no more years, no more years to complain. Tears, tears in the rain with an umbrella in hand, and the end of love and an argument, an argument that has left you, without love and short changed. Yes tears, tears in the rain watching the one that you…
Tearing up
Tearing up inside, tearing up, with under your chin a yellow buttercup, a yellow buttercup, that you hold in your left hand as you stand on the lawn, amidst the grass where you look forlorn, and you, you begin crying your eyes out before me, a young girl in the summertime, with a love gone…
