Yoshi - done...those of you who added me on facebook allready know
YOSHI IS DONE
but sadly i can't upload the sheets now
not because i don't want it
i have to do some "post processing"
editing tabs and re-cut it a bit
also i have to make some nice photos
wish me luck that there is good weather tomorrow
then i will make some outdoor shots
well then nothing more to say
I Would Die For You Again.Krista slammed her books on to her desk. She was absolutely furious.I Would Die For You Again.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Jesus appeared by her window and smiled at her warmly.
Krista slammed her notebooks on to her bed and accidentally slammed her fist in to her mechanical pencil. She was so furious, the pain that shot through her hand was nothing.
"Hi." she barked as she threw herself on to her bed.
Jesus raised His eyebrow and sat on her bed slowly.
"How was your day?" He asked innocently.
Krista practically threw a fit on her bed and continuously slammed her fist in to her mechanical pencil; so much that her hand really started to bleed. Jesus quickly took her hand in His and she started weeping softly.
"You know how it went, Jesus!" she shouted through her tears.
Jesus scooted closer to her and took her hair away from her tear stained face.
"Tell me, sweetheart." He said softly.
Krista wiped her tears.
"Do You remember Spencer?" she asked, more tears running down her face.
"Yes." Jesus said as He wiped her tears awa
Ends of LoveThe angel of love is burned at the stakeEnds of Love7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A price to pay her mistake
As the fire burns her silken skin
Her heart blackens from the anger within
As her anger grows the world slowly dies
Light turns to dark and hides the skies
Where love lived, replaced by hate
Damning our world to this darkened fate
Sorrow Strikes The HeartDo you ever lie awake at night? Wondering what your life would have been like if you had done things right? If you had said those few simple words to the one you love.. the one you cherish,and would die for? If you had made those choices that would have made your life a living Heaven instead of another place.. that would make you want to live and love,instead of wanting to cry? People use dreams at night to escape the world,escape their problems.. and envision the future. But not all dreams are made of good and purity and used for the future of the world. Some are made of evil, hatred.Revenge, vengence and despair. I'm losing almost everything and everyone I love the most and I know there are lots more out there too. And it's a sad thing that brings helpless romantics like us people to tears. Next time you think about your sorrow.. think about others, and the hatred they feel against the world.. and don't look to dreams to solve your problems.. use your soul and inner strength, believeSorrow Strikes The Heart3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Diseased One, No Shelter HereIf there was a way to start,Diseased One, No Shelter Here6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
To take away the tender heart,
A way to be free,
Of the lies, misery,
To be broken,
But no longer lost within me,
If only you could know,
About this shattered world,
Begging to be whole,
How it creaks and it groans,
Saying save me,
But afraid to let go,
To trust in another soul,
If only you could see,
The tragic eyes of the diseased,
Or the parasitic life form that feeds,
On the backs of the broken,
And hearts of the weak,
If only you could cure me,
Your face is unmasked,
Guard unwillingly dropped fast,
Pulled to the breaking point and thrown back,
They say it stings like whiplash,
When your insides are ripped back,
Torn from internal injury,
Leaking where no one can see,
Reeking of decay and rotten meat,
Spilling out your guts so eloquently
The BorderlandsI amThe Borderlands7 years ago in Open More Like This
nor anywhere else that es importante
or so they say
Trapped as I am
in the Borderlands of la frontera
I am therefore invalid
just a combination that amounts to
nada in their eyes
I lack the authenticity
the privilege to misrepresent my people
the historia of my ancestors
the honor of denying
in favor of sólo una parte de mí
so full of blind beggars
holding cups empty of acceptance
seems flanked by bars
but in my desperation
I look closer
Are the bars to keep me in
keep them out
separate and segregate
the negro y blanco from
the Other that I am
eliminate all shades of grey
The stark contrast
leeching the detail
stealing the beauty of a spectrum of
marks my view of the world
a world which is
nor anywhere at all
Once I had..Once upon a time..Once I had..7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Once I had a little dream,
and in it
I had you,
but as dreams do,
it fell apart,
and left me feeling
Once I had a world of hope,
and in it
we could be,
forever in love and
Now I have no hope at all,
to keep me warm.
I sit alone,
holding a heart that's