okay, now I am reaching into the deep of the past to one of the songs I wrote. It is hard to describe to you all the melody and no, I will NOT call each and everyone of you to sing it to you. This is written for someone and they haven't heard it yet. But they will and it will make sense to them when it is heard. It is a sort of bittersweet lullaby~mobe
When The Lights
the wind in the willows it sways to and fro
I want to leave here and you're telling me no
I don't want to stay here just watching you go
when the lights go out
my love for you is as strong as can be
it's weakened by torment and pain that I see
I must get away-away far as I can
when the lights go out
when the lights go out, I'll be far away from here
you'll be too busy, have places to go
huggings and kisses, goodbyes and all-so
tears will be falling on grounds down below
when the lights go out
when the lights go out will you remember me?
when the lights go out there'll be places to be.
I will run, jump and play with maple seed noses
help you sell windows b'fore Christmas comes closer
find all the tent pegs we lost every summer
if the lights don't go out
please don't be sad I will miss you a lot
I will be crying and hold dear cherished thoughts
hold a place for me when you get across
when the lights go out
when the lights go out I will miss you so
when the lights go out it'll be time to go
when the lights go out and you're gone from here
I will remember that you loved me too...daddy, dear.
25nov2005
~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.
Mobe's days
The day's disdain shall never refrain from the pain that the rain will wash away. But tomorrows sorrow shall give cause to claim that today's was just yesterday's gain
This is a free thought process to which I intend to entertain and insiniuate debate and humor into what I consider a banal universe. I implore you to leave comment or critique and also to question my purposes if you so desire. It is my intent to invoke creative thought and even a new perspective, though I do not expect all to want the invasion of their minds for the duration of my soapbox. I will censor nothing, but cannot promise that it won't be at a higher desk. Enjoy!~mobe
This is a free thought process to which I intend to entertain and insiniuate debate and humor into what I consider a banal universe. I implore you to leave comment or critique and also to question my purposes if you so desire. It is my intent to invoke creative thought and even a new perspective, though I do not expect all to want the invasion of their minds for the duration of my soapbox. I will censor nothing, but cannot promise that it won't be at a higher desk. Enjoy!~mobe
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A bitter sweet poem.
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