Otters - Lynn McPherson - www.jamartprints.com
Need of God I have need of God Although it is useless To tread in the dust To excavate the soil To embrace the air To caress the light To gaze fully at the blue Or lose it in the valley To stop to take the hope from an orchard Even to throw a kiss
Over your Shoulder Watching over your shoulder Judging you silently Note how they get colder And verbally abuse you, violently They think all that matters Is their popularity But in truth all it does Is hide all their insecurity MIke Mac Dubhghaill Days go By As the days go by times tend To get harder
Bison - Lynn McPherson - www.jamartprints.com
Walking Out Walking out an open door Feeling I deserved more Even though your decision wrong I will stay strong With pride in my heart I will make another start To show I’m not broken And I will stay spoken Anon I’m Sick Of I’m sick of being used I’m sick of feeling sad I
Dreams Dreams, they are often thwarted by reality and real life’s expectations, Yet the world’s strongest dreamers are those who have shaken its foundations. Every hero, saviour, champion or legend, who believed their goals to be unattainable, Is known today for their achievements, deeds and triumphs, That to everyone else are unexplainable. For those who
Becoming Me I free my soul I’m coming straight out The doors were smashed Straight off the hinges The closet blown open I’m back from the fringes My happiness found In the space where I could be Free from my chain Finally me Anon Too Weak to Fight To be educated and enlightened With information
The Sun doesn’t Shine Here The sun don’t shine here, Dark and misty places, Explorers’ dreams are torn apart, These are the words, facts and faces. The future and dreams of our younger generation, Off our children, Will experience the worst devastation. We stand still in a ghostly mood, Look back, The damage that we
I Am I may fined reading hard, I may not be able to spell, I may act like I am shy, But that is just to hide, This dose not make me stuped I may sit at the back of the class, You may see me with colour glasse, You may see me studing when
Telefon Book - Pat Byrne - www.jamartfactory.com
Thoughts For what I yearn Remains unspoken Quiet, silence. Screaming, screeching Pounding, scraping The light shines The darkness burns Quiet, silence. My head is a head Full of thoughts Life and Death Peace and Pain Here and there Thoughts everywhere Quiet, silence. Sorrow drowns Fear consumes Lightning strikes And tears fall Quiet, silence. What you
This Angel The bald headed beauty With voice so sweet The closest thing to God You would ever meet But the white angelic wings Are faded by the black That pollutes the mind and heart And the mischief soon to attack ‘’Why her?’’ I ask myself, heaven above A girl whose beauty is a reflection
The World’s Dark Secrets I read my books in silent peace Where the old ghosts come to weep, And creep among the tormented living And take the gift that keeps on giving The Grave Digger comes, the corpse in hand A hole is dug in fading sand A silent witness disappears His Demon’s follows made