Pockets of Inspiration and Loose Change

Digging around in some old scraps of paper I found a poem.. or lyrics, that I wrote years ago.

Everything's changed
But you remain the same
Your face, your clothes, your hair
You just don't seem to care
What you said to me
Has shattered all my dreams
I feel so empty now
You've pushed me off your cloud

Everything's changed
But you remain the same
Same picture, different frame
Same ball, different game

Many poems have been written about love,
Feelings and affairs of the heart.
Is it some miracle from up above?
Soul mates from birth torn fiercely apart,
Sent on a quest over Heaven and Earth
To once again find what so many have lost.
Some trade love for a price, not realising its worth,
Only to realise later what life it has cost.
Is love fancy? flirt? or feeling?
Is it friendship, kindness, care and trust?
Or is it a wound that leaves you reeling,
Seeking comfort where needs must.
Love is so common but valued like gold,
Made to fit all like a handcrafted mould.

I Love You...

... Insanely

... Incandescently

... Irrevocably

... Inevitably

... Incomprehensibly

... Inexhaustibly

... Imperatively

... Intangibly

... Inexcusably

... Incessantly

... Incredibly

... Inconceivably

... Inconclusively

The following was an MSN conversation with a friend of mine, and it turned into something I didn't expect; talk about random.

Nat's Lizzy says:
- Hey!

Liz says:
- YO!

Nat's Lizzy says:
- yo Yo YO! Liz P... Detroit, comin' from da ghetto
- She got all the info on the Down- Lo
- She'll Punk you over like a Phat Pro
- She's my girl Liz Ped- Oh!

My mind a rush with roaring thunder
The thoughts pouring through my head
Hitting the ground, expiring
Emotions falling from the sky
Lightening flashing before my eyes
Interrupting sight
Piercing sound and night
Pavement strong and steady
Footsteps, maintain course
No guide, no compass
No map, no plan
Feeling, guiding footsteps
Now is what I live for
No consequences
Adventure
Is this a dream?
... No it's just the rain.

I hate the product of an idle mind
I hate the attention seeking kind
Weaving webs of gossip and lies
Faking love to the untrained eye
Why believe those so malicious and mean?
Hiding 'neath an exterior so virginal and clean
They speak for attention, not caring the source
as long as they're male, they feel no remorse
For those that are left, waiting loyal to her
She'll break all ties and attention transfer
She is the black widow and her true face is cruel
She uses her body as a well trained tool
Men's broken hearts she leaves in her wake
Leaving nothing behind all love she will take
Former men are gone, only a shadow is left
Leaving his friends and his family grieved and bereft
For the person once was has departed and flown
Part of his soul she has claimed as her own

It all started at school... as many things do
A passion for writing... shrouded in the practicalities of life
And so it was cast aside... waiting
Here is where it begins again.