joses tirtabudi Poems
|162.||To The Wild Sky||1/5/2012|
|163.||Jesus The King||6/16/2012|
|169.||On His Father's Side||12/23/2011|
|171.||Open Your Heart||3/18/2012|
|172.||Jesus Walking On Water||9/22/2011|
|173.||What We Were||5/23/2013|
A friend is one who cares,
Who helps your burdens bear.
True friends brave weather, bad and fair.
Whenever possible, they will be there.
True friends with you will cry,
Comfort you when you sigh,
Rush to aid when trouble is nigh,
And join you in you’re high.
They’ll be there when you’re sad,
Correct you when you’re bad,
Laugh with you when you’re glad,
And there to calm you when you’re mad.
When you somehow go wrong,
They will not carry on and on.
An’ even when you put up such a song,
True friends will listen for however long.
Darness Of My Heart
Quaint little house, oh, so spotless white,
So innocent, clean and pure, bathed in light.
Inside this house, so cosy and fine,
This house is my heart — this house is mine.
Wherever the sunlight touches, quite clean,
But in the dark shadows, demons unseen.
In here lives a tortured man — the real me.
Every day I fight myself — fight to be free.
In here are my thoughts, the gross and vile,