errrmmm,......

i don't know what tomorrow's got for me,
but today we met the best while.

A Drinking Song

Wine comes in at the mouth
and love comes in at the eye;
that's all we know for truth
before we grow ond and die.
i lift the glass to my mouth,
i look at you and sigh.

(1864-1939) W.B

EMPTY

Greatest Love Poem #12

I love you,
not only for what you are,
but for what i am
when i am with you.

I love you,
not only for what
you have made of yourself,
but for what
you have making of me.

I love you,
for that part of me
that you bring out;
I love you
for putting your hand
into my heaped-up heart
and passing over
all the foolish, weak things
that you can't help
dimly seeing there,
and for drawing out
into the light
all the beautiful belongings
that no one else has looked
quite far enough to find.

I love you because you
are helping to make
of the lumber of my life
not a tavern
but a temple;
out of the works
of my every day
not a reproach
but a song.

I love you
because you have done
more than any creed
could have done
to make me good
and more than any fate
could have done
to make me happy.

You have done it
without a touch,
without a word,
without a sign.
you have done it
by being yourself.
perhaps that is what
being a friend means,
after all.

-ROY CROFT-

Huh

i am sick
i feel like crap
my nose is leaking
just want to nap

my sight is blurry
my throat is hurts
read medicine labels
for caution alert

been drinking juices
and blowing my nose
my body scream aches
from head to my toes

won't go to doctor
will just stay in bed
while gibberish poem
dance in my head

just watching tv
screening old movies
will old characters help
and simply behoove me

i'm seeking ideas
my head in a cloud
quiet shy ladies
or men who are loud

the story lines blur
as i fall fast asleep
thought are all jumbled
some goofy some deep

i wake up and ponder
what time is it now
juice and more vitamins
give false hope somehow

i hate being sick
my mind doesn't work
i wish i was healthy
my normal self quirk.

there must be something i can do

'there must be something i can do'
i'm lying on my bed
staring at the wall
i don't feel like going out
i don't feel like staying in
'there must be something i can do'
i'm lying on my bed
that mark on the celing looks like a dog
i don't feel like talking
i don't feel like being quiet
'there must be something i can do'
i'm lying on my bed
my thoughts keeping me company
i don't feel like thinking
i don't feel like sleeping
'there must be something I can do'
i'm lying on my bed
i'm bored

i will wait

Come to me,
Cause I’m sitting here waiting for you.
Tell me what to do
I don’t know what you mean
By “I’ll wait to hear you sing”
I’m sitting here waiting
For the phone to ring
Anything
As long as its you
That’s all I want
And that’s all I can do