I'll Find You

Will We Meet Again
We Will
Are You Still With Me
You are

You Have Gone Far
But not Far enough
You Left Me Here
I'm There With You

Where Are You now
Are You To Far Away
You Don't Want To Come Home
So I Will Find You

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Help,Help
The Man Would Yelp
We'd go and see
the man in the tree
And we said with a frown
" well won't you come down?"

We stayed there for days
underneath the suns rays
till one day when he did shout
help,help get me out
We Pushed and we pulled
for as long as we posibly could

We sat on the lawn
from dusk to dawn
Til he fell out of the the tree with a bump
I almost took a dump
He was dead as we could tell
What the hell?

The Poem

I wanna write a poem
But, I can't find the time
I wanna write a poem
But, I can't think of a single rhyme

I wanna write a poem
But, I really don't know how
I wanna write a poem
But, it's not some thing my schedual would alow

I wanna write a poem
But, perhaps I'll write a book
I wanna write a poem
But... HEY, LOOK

I wanna write a poem
but its seems I allready did
I really wrote a poem
Now I'll feed it to a kid

What Is It Like To Be In Love Without a Chance?

What it’s like to be in love without a chance: As if a woman of fortune, wealth, with fine furred coats and rich clothing was looking down at a beggar, cursed by the gods. She looks at him with an upturned nose to his state. The beggar looks upon her, but to no avail. No scheme wins her heart; no physical change, nor mind, pleases the woman of such wealth. The beggar’s mind clears for sometime. He is pleased and content with not being able to hold her. Yet, the woman takes off her fur coats and trappings of royalty. He gazes upon her. Helios shines bright, yet dim, in the evening. He makes it so she is perfect, the light not marring such beauty. At this time, he sees her. She is human, no higher status. The wealth is momentarily gone. Truly, he falls to his knees. For he lays eyes upon an angel. The beggar stands and averts his eyes painfully. He knows he still cannot have her.