Biography of Lisa West
Things I like: Mixing and recording music, playing my army of guitars, my keyboard, making video compositions and Poetry! !
I love the sound of rain on a tin roof, a train whistles late on a hot summer night, crickets, smell of breakfast cooking.
Also included are epiphanies, melodic voices, every type of music, art, passion, acts of kindness and wisdom, souls and infinity.
(Gee, when I write it down, it kind duh makes me look like a space cadet! LoL I’m a working professional making light of a serious world with a quick and cheerful wit. Ok Ok, I’ll shut up now. Ummmm No I won’t. hee hee.)
Lisa West's Works:
No books - but does youtube count?
Lisa West Poems
Down With Me
Baby will you go down for me? Down, Down, Down
For Annie Oakley
For Annie I carry a bible and I carry a gun. I was born to a gun and not to run. Turning the other cheek is the thing and I wish I had it in me
Falling Into Your Arms...
Falling into your arms... a trip, a stumble
Burning As One Flame
Love burned us inside out Frantic mood with fierce deep thoughts Lives traveled, dark with fears With blind speed, from this fatal world we fly
The Breath Not Taken
You know I still love you and now we’re done. What could I say or do to make you come
The end of the world comes to me as just a new beginning I am a dropp of rain or a grain of sand I am not afraid
Like A Kiss
Like a Kiss So let it be like a Kiss Sweet surrender and victory
I love you Baby, but not like I love my guitar She picks me up when I'm down
Nobody I spoke and nobody listened. I listened and heard nothing. I cried out and no one comforted me.
Put Some Sugar On It
=^.^= Put some sugar on it Honey Put some honey on it Sugar It taste so sweet Baby
Burning For You
I didn't catch you or break your fall you wanted to run but I made you crawl A storm is coming
For Dolly Cold dead eyes, frozen Silent in slow time
A Slow Crucifixion
I am screaming from the roof top and nobody listens to me. I am bleeding words that no one can read falling dead into empty minds the silence is deafening
Words like water drip on your mind and flood your thoughts. Spinning ever deeper inexorably, relentless in its quest.
I spoke and nobody listened.
I listened and heard nothing.
I cried out and no one comforted me.
I loved and received none.
I died and I died alone.
by Lisa West =^.^=