[the rock]

As i look at life and ponder
about the trials and pain i got to know
every breath i breathe is like spring in the snow
The wild times, women, and the ocaasional ho

Whether dragons breathe fire at me
or seeing butterflies emerge from the cocoon
the thing that matters most to me in my life
is I get some real soon.

a finite traveler in very cold times
a search for a soulmate should not be in vain
Every man wants his sunnie days
Even when his heart is pouring rain

 

[billandgitana]

where do I sign up for Poems101....I missed that forum
for I am the lyricial architech....... :icon_peac

 

[the rock]

:scratch: :scratch: :scratch: :scratch: :scratch:

where do I sign up for Poems101....I missed that forum
for I am the lyricial architech....... :icon_peac

:scratch: :scratch: :scratch: :scratch: :icon_eek: :scratch: :scratch: :scratch: :scratch: :scratch: :notme:

 

[billandgitana]

whaaaaaaaaaaaaasup Rock.. just checking out the poetry in the lyrics forum.
Looks like ya stirred a firestorm in the last one. All in good fun I hope...
well I am off checking the site.....I will check back though....
l8r...........I smell what your cooking and it smells like burnt bacon...haha later :icon_peac

 

[the rock]

whaaaaaaaaaaaaasup Rock.. just checking out the poetry in the lyrics forum.
Looks like ya stirred a firestorm in the last one. All in good fun I hope...
well I am off checking the site.....I will check back though....
l8r...........I smell what your cooking and it smells like burnt bacon...haha later :icon_peac

So are you some kind of poet? This is art. I understand that you probably only ate burnt bacon and may be accutome to the smell,or maybe on good sme oscar meyer bologna, but understand, the rock cooks up big fat sirloins...nothin but the best....If Ya Smellllllllllllllllllllleleleleleleellelelelelelllllllllllllllll what the rock :spank: is:spank: cookin:spank:

 

[billandgitana]

Well Yeah, I feel I am some kind of poet. You are right on one thing. It is art.
But like art it only is appealing to some while being repulsive to others.
So yours would be considered to be the best in your opinion.
Well let me jot a few lines and see what becomes of it :jot:

Chances Taken

as she sits in front of the fireplace
mesmerized by the flames of fire
deep within her own thoughts
there is a new passion and desire

lost in the wonder of a dream
is this a fantasy that she feels
consumed by the soft flickers of light
the dream then becomes so real

then from the shadows of the darkness
she sees the silhouette of a man
feeling the offered comfort of love
she slowly reaches out her hand

now she must face the battle of decisions
feeling all of both passion and fear
one of them must be chosen
the result is the shedding of a tear

after weighing the price of choice
she reaches to the shadow on the wall
taking a chance, guided by love
she is now able to attain it all

I smelled what you are cooking... :notme: and it ain't no big fat sirloin
:werd:

 

[the rock]

Well Yeah, I feel I am some kind of poet. You are right on one thing. It is art.
But like art it only is appealing to some while being repulsive to others.
So yours would be considered to be the best in your opinion.
Well let me jot a few lines and see what becomes of it :jot:

Chances Taken

as she sits in front of the fireplace
mesmerized by the flames of fire
deep within her own thoughts
there is a new passion and desire

lost in the wonder of a dream
is this a fantasy that she feels
consumed by the soft flickers of light
the dream then becomes so real

then from the shadows of the darkness
she sees the silhouette of a man
feeling the offered comfort of love
she slowly reaches out her hand

now she must face the battle of decisions
feeling all of both passion and fear
one of them must be chosen
the result is the shedding of a tear

after weighing the price of choice
she reaches to the shadow on the wall
taking a chance, guided by love
she is now able to attain it all

I smelled what you are cooking... :notme: and it ain't no big fat sirloin
:werd:

Yo homeboy-that poem was gr8, superb. you have some talent and not many can write deep lyrics and play as proficiently as you, so in spite at your attempted slam on me, you earned my respect, keep em comin, your a gr8 addition to the site. But it is a big fat sirloin ...trust me.