Please Sit With Me

Please Sit With Me

Please come and sit with me

You don’t have to talk

But, I hope that you will listen

I have lived for so many years

And I have seen so much

And lived a life you could never imagine

Let me tell you about my darkness

And let me share my light with you

I will tell you of the people I loved

And the ones who left me behind

I just want someone to remember

So, please come and sit with me

You don’t have to talk

But, I hope that you will listen

Woop Woop

Woop Woop

How I long to get away

Just hop in my car and drive

Maybe make my way to Woop Woop

A place where the world is left behind

Lights that bring the city to life

And tell the kids it’s time to go in

A place where politics doesn’t exist

Where people talk and never argue

Music drifts through the air

And the Sun shines through cool breezes

Woop Woop is a place where life is lived

Still no ever goes there

No one has ever seen Woop Woop on a map

But everyone knows about it

Too bad Woop Woop doesn’t exist

It is just an Australian legend

Except in my dreams

The Beauty Of You

The Beauty Of You

By R.e. Taylor

I fell in love with you

It has never been easy

You are so beautiful

Out of my class

Still my heart went to you

And you were all it ever needed

But even with that I am trouble

I look at a thousand flowers

Carefully examining each one

Color and petal count

And just the right scent

It is a quest I can never finish

There in no flower in nature

Which is as beautiful as you

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The Loss Of A Country

Loss Of A Country

Dig, dig, dig

Deeper and wider

Take the cities

Take the villages

And take the rainforests

Take the Aboriginals

The Europeans

And the Asians

Put them in your hole

Make them dig for you

Looking for gold and uranium

Dig down as far as you can go

Dig to the shores of the mighty oceans

Make it so the land no longer exists

Only a hole where a country used to be

Then what will you do

Dream Forest

Dream Forest

She was born and raised in the city

Surrounded by towers of glass

She heard stories of another world

With trees, birds and animals

Breezes swirling around her

And the scents of a million flowers

In her dreams and payers

She thought only of that magical land

But she knew that it didn’t exist

It was just a story people told

Still she spent her life dreaming

And to her it was real

Even if it was just in her mind

Our World Of Color

Our World Of Color

The world is black and white

That is what so many see

Right or wrong

Up or down

With nothing in between

No grays

No colors

Still there are others

Those of us who see only colors

Without absolutes

We see the world

And we share what we see

Maybe someone will hear us speak

Read our words

And we will make a difference

After all we are poets and musicians

And that is what we are supposed to do

The Clock

The Clock

There was a clock when I took my first breath

It told my parents the second I began to live

Then throughout my life clocks were there

Following me, watching my every move

They knew when and where I have to be

They allow me to know the things I have done

But they hide my future from me

However, that same clock that watched me born

Will be there when I take my last breath

Once again, the time will be written down

I do know one thing at the moment of my death

Wherever I go there will be a clock

Ticking away to let me know how long I have been gone

As if that really mattered

After all, I can’t be late for anything…can I?

The Rich Get Richer

The Rich Get Richer

The headlines said the world is better

The rich are getting richer

While the poor still suffer their fate

Eating in soup kitchens

Living on the streets in the coldest winter

No one knows how they feel

Not that anyone would ever care

As long as the wealthy keep their money

The poor and homeless can try to live

Owning their place on a park bench

Covered with the latest newspaper

They hope that they will not freeze

While the rich get richer

New Year Prayers

New Year Prayers

By R.e. Taylor

She watched the new year come in

Celebrations around the world

From New York to Perth

And back again

Every time the clock struck twelve

Another of her prayers was answered

No one was hurt or killed by terror

At least for that one single moment

Everyone all around the world got along

In the morning she awoke to a new day

And for once she was happy

As she looked into the sky

And she knew that everyone in the world

Was sharing that day with her

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