You're Not a Poet, Until- - -
You're not a poet until you make me cry
sometimes make me want to die.
The demon within
Inside the closet of the mind
is where he resides,
Write or Wrong
Everyday, I heard he went to the same bar
Telling stories to his friends, stretching far
You will never again gaze upon my face.
Betrayal and deceit is a bitter pill best swallowed whole,
The young boy wakes from hunger pains;
knowing there is nothing for him to eat.
He drinks his fill of water, feeling defeat.
His single Mom works 12 hour days
Kaleidoscope of Collaboration
There was a kaleidoscope of collaboration
going on in the sunkissed room
How Patient am I
Your wondrous soul won't let me go,
I shall follow you to the end, my perfect friend,
You Shall Never Know
When the cold winds blow through my soul, you will never know-
When I know I can't go on with this heart torn apart, you will never know-
Cabin Fever Blues
The old fence door is slamming in the wind
Three foot of snow, guess Winter is setting in
At first it is a presence in your body it seems foreign
As if it is not meant to be there, it can even make you sick for awhile
We are Women
We are women, watch us as we rise,
no longer will be objectified.
Men don't even try to womanize
He was only nine years old
But he had found magic tricks
Our love is a nebulous in a pitch black sky
Firecrackers bursting on the 4th of July
I am a Dreamer
I am a dreamer, people ask me why
I say because I still believe in the inherent
Pitter patter, pitter patter,
Windshield wipers slapping,
Rapping to the beat,
Of pouring rain.
Putting me to sleep,
On the tin roof,
In our old farmhouse.
Hard on my head
Caught in the storm,
Trying to outrun the rain.
It is calling to me,
Listen to the rhythm,
Of the shadows of rain.
Rebecca Lyle ©02/11/11