Poems turn to dust

There was a time,
when I found a few friends
And their voices were soft
And their words were inviting

There was a time,
when love was blind
And your word was the bomb
And the song was exciting
There was a time it all went wrong
and I kept on trying

I dreamed a dream
in time I cant recall
When hope was high
and so was I
I dreamed that I play
with all my toys
and I would never die
from a childish hope
I dreamed that God
would be forgiving
even when I tried
I assumed I was invisible
So I often hide

I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made to be broken
There was no answer to find
No song unsung, no time

But the lions came out at night
As they turn your hope apart
As they turn your dreams to shame
And watch you lie on the ground

Hard whiskey and rum

She slept several summers by my side
She filled my days with endless wonder
She took my hurt in her stride
But she was gone when April came

there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather
there are times you have to let go
even though you will never

I had a dream my life would be
So different from what I’m living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed another dream,
I dreamed

Hard whiskey and rum
Feel like I'm living
People say happens all the time
It's not that my soul's fallen down
Encased in a rust growing round
The preacher he won't pray for me
something about I question him

What was I thinking?
How could I walk away?
How could I be so blind?
I'll never understand why I gave you up

So Just Dream

Let the Light Fill Your Heart,
Be the Sympathy and cry together
what have you seen girl?
when you fixed me this potion of pain
what vanished my smile,
fading darkness shadow In Me,
you freed my soul
when I was locked in Inside Out,
your touch
your eyes
your dreams kept me alive
Set Me Free..
until it no longer made the tears stop

Grazing Through the hope
All the Warmth and Softness of love
What Will I Do Without You?
All You See Will Turn To Dust

All you know will just be a Dream...

The Orange Night

.

The night sky seems so orange
tangerine like... i can taste it now
the sudden truth of passion
the words so sour
they said no seed
but found a few all packed in to one
surrounded by the skin
soft flesh
holding it all in
inside her shinny life
such passion it had at the moment
now ready
and gone.....