if i'd known,
it would be different,
and if i'd known,
i wouldn't be sittin here,
if i'd known,
the world would be mine,
and if i'd known,
everything would shine,
call me blind
but i didn't see it coming,
call me blind,
i didn't see it going,
call me blind,
but i don't think i deserve it,
call me anything but i hope i'm just not too..
late.
jamesT 0209 Jan30 2006
Monday, January 30, 2006
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
Vain Glory
a piece of fame
not meant to be
taken on your life journey
showing a glimpse of
what's unnecesary
do it all for yourself
forget all those around
keep them out of thought
taking all the name
not giving the credit to who's worth it
should be given
better not taken
never to be stolen
from the one who owns the glory
less it be vain glory
dictionary meaning
vain: 1 having no real value; worthless 2 without effect; futile
glory: 1 great honor or fame 2 adoration 3 great splendor, prosperity 4heavenly bliss
vain'glory: empty boasting Latin - vana gloria, excessive vanity
not meant to be
taken on your life journey
showing a glimpse of
what's unnecesary
do it all for yourself
forget all those around
keep them out of thought
taking all the name
not giving the credit to who's worth it
should be given
better not taken
never to be stolen
from the one who owns the glory
less it be vain glory
dictionary meaning
vain: 1 having no real value; worthless 2 without effect; futile
glory: 1 great honor or fame 2 adoration 3 great splendor, prosperity 4heavenly bliss
vain'glory: empty boasting Latin - vana gloria, excessive vanity
Thursday, January 19, 2006
a sentence of sentiments
what's a dime in a pocket
to a hand making lockets
nothing but sentiments
and monuments as time flies by
things often seen
have often been neglected
till the day they pass away
we pass them along our way
books and words
pronounce the verbs
and pictures tell a million stories
like birds sing their tune so freely
our reflection in a mirror
we see it daily
but as time goes by
so fades our glory
lest we make time to paint our story
we'll be gone like the seed in the thorny
to a hand making lockets
nothing but sentiments
and monuments as time flies by
things often seen
have often been neglected
till the day they pass away
we pass them along our way
books and words
pronounce the verbs
and pictures tell a million stories
like birds sing their tune so freely
our reflection in a mirror
we see it daily
but as time goes by
so fades our glory
lest we make time to paint our story
we'll be gone like the seed in the thorny
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