Unknown Legend's blog

A Portrait of a Friendship

Sometime i often wonder, How we got this far
was it written in the heavens, or on some lowly star
was it know at the creation, the beginning of Gods' time
to be held in gentle silence, until inspired by this rhyme

The Embers Within

Oft times In our life, comes someone to love
it seems she was sent from Heaven above
This angel without wings, to brighten our days
make burdens much lighter, in so many ways

One with such beauty, with stars in her eyes
sprinkled with sadness from tears she has cried

A clock with no hands

A clock with no hands, we're given at birth
how we use that time, will give us our worth.
Clock keeping the time ... hands not yet clear
become oh so vivid, the end drawing near.
Childhoods' first light, the hands start to move

Somewhere in Time

"Somewhere in Time", just by chance, these two hearts they have met
embracing the other, together at last and forgetting past regrets
All hurts they leave so far behind, the future yet to be
all that really matters now ..... to come of you and me

If love be a river

If love be a river it's water to drink
it's shores lined with quicksand so often to sink
some jump in not looking and fall to it's depths
leading to heart aches and somber regrets

On Love's-go-Round

Time and again, two hearts do mesh
whether be passion, love or flesh
To take what's left of long lost pride
to enter in, two souls collide

For when these ones, of love, who've lost
again this time fore go the cost
To take this leap, just one more time

Can I ever again dream

Can I ever dream again ……. after being with you
The time we shared can ne'er surpass what I had, even perchance, could have imagined.
Dare I even take your hand and lead you to the top of the stairs, with intentions of laying with you in the bed where we slumbered, if only to kiss you one last time.

Clock of Broken Dreams

Half past to forever... 20 til for never
quarter after someday ...... never seeing oneday
what the cost of yesterday
ever louder so it seems
ticks this clock of broken dreams

It always seemed to be too fast
the minutes seemed to never last

Carousel

Riding on a Carousel, face towards the wind
going 'round in circles, coming back again.
Grabbing for the brass ring, just when it's in sight
lights are shinning all around ... maybe some too bright.
Sometimes as you feel in life , going 'round and 'round

Too much Lust

Once was enough,
Twice if you must,
but thrice or more copies,
is just too much Lust.

A Slave of love and Dreams

She walks in loves lost shadows,
this slave of love and dreams.......
Heart once an open window
worn upon her sleeve

Captivated by her beauty .......
yearning for her lust

Distance and Time

Time with out distance and distance with out time
listening to words with no reason or rhyme
Going thru days with blurred thoughts of you
my mind weaving thru mazes of what i should do..

A Little Note

Just sending you a little note of how I feel 'bout you
if I never wrote these words, would you've ever knew
Have not you seen it in my eyes or felt it in my touch
the little things with you I do, to me they mean so much

Last Goodbye

The times we talked things left unsaid, the future not be seen
those words yet to be spoken, of how it could have been
Cause you was bein' you and I was bein' me
always did we hope, the years would set us free
Goin down this road of life, always out of sight

Without .... Within

A mind to be challenged
a soul to set free
a heart now captured
a spirit with no glee

ears not to hear
eyes without sight
like a candle without air
won't light up the night