LEAVE THE ROAD BEHIND
I've been, Out on the road.
Driving alone, Traveling everywhere.
You've been, Running on hard ground.
With just you around,
Your heart beats the only sound.
But I know, Once in a while we will find,
The sound of your heart beats with mine.
And when it's time.
I'll leave the road behind.
So I'll look, Out for a lighthouse.
See through the fog.
Search the horizon.
You'll be, Like in a movie.
Where everything stops;
You can see clearly now.
ENGLISH EXTREMELY CONFUSING LANGUAGE!
Intense in tense isn't a sentence
Tensed in tense is past tense
Sometimes sense doesn't make sense
If you write 'no sense makes sense'
A sentence with no sense
Is senseless nonsense
Absenteeism is noun what's absense
Essential is verb what's essence
What makes a synonym
Can make an acronym
You cut the cut with cutter
You speak, yell and utter
Taken aback, surprised, refused?
Well its English for the confused....
Tensed in tense is past tense
Sometimes sense doesn't make sense
If you write 'no sense makes sense'
A sentence with no sense
Is senseless nonsense
Absenteeism is noun what's absense
Essential is verb what's essence
What makes a synonym
Can make an acronym
You cut the cut with cutter
You speak, yell and utter
Taken aback, surprised, refused?
Well its English for the confused....
WHY WOMEN CRY???????
"Why are you crying?"
"Because I need to" she said.
"I don't understand," he said.
His Mom just hugged him and said,
"And you never will."
Later the little boy asked his father,
"Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?"
"All women cry for no reason,"
His dad answered carelessly.
The little boy, still wondering why women cry, finally asked the old wise scholar.
"He surely knows the answer",
He thought. "Ya Shaikh!
Why do women cry so easily?"
The scholar answered:
"When God made woman she had to be
made so special.
He made her shoulders strong enough
To carry the weight of the world,
Yet gentle enough to give comfort.
He gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that comes
from her children.
He gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.
He gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child hurts her very badly.
He gave her strength to carry her husband
through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.
He gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand
beside him unfalteringly. And lastly,
He gave her a tear.
This is hers and only hers exclusively to use whenever she needs it.
She needs no reason, no explanation, its hers."
"You see my son, the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the beauty of her face, or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides."
The little boy got the answer and never asked the question again...............................
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IF I COULD WALK
I'd come and run into your arms ...
and run through fields with you filled with yellow and pink flowers ...
If I could only walk ...
I'd go swimming in the blue water with you ...
and wrap my arms around you so tight ...
as we make love so sweetly in the clean fresh ocean ...
and I'd kiss you all over ...
and you would taste like the peach I ate last summer ...
If I could only walk ...
I wouldn't feel this pain so deeply inside ...
The physical pain ...
The emotional pain ...
Running as deeply ...
As my inability to be with you ...
To bring you coffee ...
To make you dinner ...
To go on the bus to show you around town ...
To be a good man for you...
What can I offer you my love???
How I miss your touch ...
How I miss you ...
and ALL the dreams I have.....
Of what we can't do even if you do finally come to me ...
If I could only walk ...
I know I have SOOOOOO much ...
Especially, because I have you ...
and I don't want to seem ungrateful ...
But I CAN'T help thinking ...
HOW different life would be ...
for You and Me ...
IF I COULD_______________
Tee Jay
timemachine10@sprint.blackberry.net
313 409 8529
CHAT
We sit and we type, and we stare at our screens
We can't help but wonder what all of this means.
With mouse in hand...we roam through this maze,
On an infinite search...lost in a daze.
We chat with each other, we type all our woes
At times we'll band together to gang up on our foes.
We wait for somebody, to type out our name
We want recognition, but it is always the same.
Soon friendships are formed - but - why we don't know,
But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow.
We give wishes, and sometimes we'll flirt,
In PMs we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.
Why is it on screen, we are so easily bold, Telling our secrets,
That have never been told.
The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell,
We all have our problems, and need someone to tell.
We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must
So we turn to our 'pouters...and to those we can trust.
Even though it sounds crazy...the truth still remains,
Most of my "friends" have no faces...and odd little names.
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