Love has the floor, hate flies out the door, say no more!
A train of words leading into the horizon, surely all of our expression shouldn't be suprising. As the train travels its course, the words form their voice. They unite into expression of choice, as the white bird brightens, the dark bird frightens.
Words are like birds, birds fly around all over, sometimes we have to run for cover, clean the windshield, be strong or yield.
You fly your word of love, I yield into your grove, embrace you in affection, together we make a loving connection.
You fly your word of hate, disaster may be our fate, Unless I understandably relate. Oh I feel your pain, I may understand why you act insane. Then again I may freeze up, with my feelings becoming corrupt, the relationship may end truly abrupt.
Look over your head you will see my words, not like pesky birds, there will be no crap on your head, messy windshield or dread. No need to run for cover, time of discover, discover how much I care, no name need to be clear, names not really important, human being is important.
Your heart and soul, where the true story is told. Peoples humanity, no devils insanity. The love bird, the fly to you word.
Reach out your hand, the love bird will land, enlighten your soul, touch your heart, sure he may depart, but leaving behind his love light, increasing your total might.
Say no more, love has the floor.
G
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Reviews of "LoveHasTheFloor"
Reviewed by serenety L (Reader)
Reviewed on October 23, 2003
Absolutely beautiful.
Nico
Reviewed by Birdie Houston (Reader)
Reviewed on October 22, 2003
Fantastic write !
Reviewed by Norman Conklin (Reader)
Reviewed on October 19, 2003
A train of words leading into the horizon,
surely all of our expression shouldn't be suprising.
As the train travels its course,
the words form their voice.
They unite into expression of choice,
as the white bird brightens,
the dark bird frightens.
Words are like birds,
birds fly around all over,
sometimes we have to run for cover,
clean the windshield,
be strong or yield.
You fly your word of love,
I yield into your grove,
embrace you in affection,
together we make a loving connection.
You fly your word of hate,
disaster may be our fate,
Unless I understandly relate.
Oh I feel your pain,
I may understand why you act insane.
Then again I may freeze up,
with my feelings becoming corrupt,
the relationship may end truly abrupt.
Look over your head you will see my words,
not like pesky birds,
there will be no crap on your head,
messy windshield or dread.
No need to run for cover,
time of discover,
discover how much I care,
no name need to be clear,
names not really important,
human being is important.
Your heart and soul,
where the true story is told.
Peoples humanity,
no devils insanity.
The love bird,
the fly to you word.
Reach out your hand,
the love bird will land,
enlighten your soul,
touch your heart,
sure he may depart,
but leaving behind his love light,
Looks as if he left more than that behind!! Don't give up your day job, Grady. Perhaps your local community college has a class on writing poetry. If so I strongly suggest you enroll.
These are really childish and amateurish attempts at writing.
Reviewed by T. Emilie Dybevik (Reader)
Reviewed on October 8, 2003
I always enjoy your tales of loooove :) This is so damned true. Love does have the floor all the time don't it? Fabu!
Thanks,
Teresa Emilie
Reviewed by Alexander Shaumyan (Reader)
Reviewed on October 6, 2003
You have a great heart, Grady. It shows in your poetry. Excellent work!
My friend, I agree with Erica
on this one..'see past the words
to the true meaning". You are the
dens light, shining for all to see.
This poem is an example of that!
Keep shining, friend.
You fly your word of hate,
disaster may be our fate,
Unless I understandly relate.
Oh I feel your pain,
I may understand why you act insane.
Then again I may freeze up,
with my feelings becoming corrupt,
the relationship may end truly abrupt.
Look over your head you will see my words,
not like pesky birds,
there will be no crap on your head,
messy windshield or dread.
No need to run for cover,
time of discover,
discover how much I care,
no name need to be clear,
names not really important,
human being is important.
Your heart and soul,
where the true story is told.
Peoples humanity,
no devils insanity.
The love bird,
the fly to you word.
Reach out your hand,
the love bird will land,
enlighten your soul,
touch your heart,
sure he may depart,
but leaving behind his love light,
increasing your total might.
Say no more,
love has the floor.
A man after my heart... See past the words .. to the true meaning.. the frustration.. and if you go deep enough you may find everlasting love..You write true life.. you are a poet of enlightenment
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I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
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surely all of our expression shouldn't be suprising.
As the train travels its course,
the words form their voice.
They unite into expression of choice,
as the white bird brightens,
the dark bird frightens.
Words are like birds,
birds fly around all over,
sometimes we have to run for cover,
clean the windshield,
be strong or yield.
You fly your word of love,
I yield into your grove,
embrace you in affection,
together we make a loving connection.
You fly your word of hate,
disaster may be our fate,
Unless I understandly relate.
Oh I feel your pain,
I may understand why you act insane.
Then again I may freeze up,
with my feelings becoming corrupt,
the relationship may end truly abrupt.
Look over your head you will see my words,
not like pesky birds,
there will be no crap on your head,
messy windshield or dread.
No need to run for cover,
time of discover,
discover how much I care,
no name need to be clear,
names not really important,
human being is important.
Your heart and soul,
where the true story is told.
Peoples humanity,
no devils insanity.
The love bird,
the fly to you word.
Reach out your hand,
the love bird will land,
enlighten your soul,
touch your heart,
sure he may depart,
but leaving behind his love light,
Looks as if he left more than that behind!! Don't give up your day job, Grady. Perhaps your local community college has a class on writing poetry. If so I strongly suggest you enroll.
These are really childish and amateurish attempts at writing.
Thanks,
Teresa Emilie
Justin
on this one..'see past the words
to the true meaning". You are the
dens light, shining for all to see.
This poem is an example of that!
Keep shining, friend.
~~Linda~~
love Tinka
disaster may be our fate,
Unless I understandly relate.
Oh I feel your pain,
I may understand why you act insane.
Then again I may freeze up,
with my feelings becoming corrupt,
the relationship may end truly abrupt.
Look over your head you will see my words,
not like pesky birds,
there will be no crap on your head,
messy windshield or dread.
No need to run for cover,
time of discover,
discover how much I care,
no name need to be clear,
names not really important,
human being is important.
Your heart and soul,
where the true story is told.
Peoples humanity,
no devils insanity.
The love bird,
the fly to you word.
Reach out your hand,
the love bird will land,
enlighten your soul,
touch your heart,
sure he may depart,
but leaving behind his love light,
increasing your total might.
Say no more,
love has the floor.
A man after my heart... See past the words .. to the true meaning.. the frustration.. and if you go deep enough you may find everlasting love..You write true life.. you are a poet of enlightenment