Ash’s Poems

Million years ago. A million years ago we created our own little universe together......and red is red but life is like a fine white wine. And here’s to the Mona Lisa’s of our time.......Romeo and Juliet never had it this way I bet.....and here’s to living and living well......and you can take that to the bank.......I bet my heart on it........so hold ....hun......we got plenty of time ......every day and every night.......in a world silent yet free.....I’m here, I am here for me.....so much of you standing there with your hands in your hair.....for it was a million years ago I just flew away

And it takes two to build a house where the roses grow. For I am eyeing it and baby it can really grow. Oh my heart shows the way far from the night. I hang on every breath I hear you say. And it takes two to build a house where the roses grow. I make no promises for those promises can break you. For I search high and low and find out it takes two. And I keep turning back cause I hear the music play. I make no promises those promises can break you. And I keep hearing you, calling me back from yesterday. And it takes two to build a house where the roses grow.

Upside down clocks .......and my mom always told me there be’d days like this...... and no one steps on my dreams.......days like this ......you get to know what I mean ......days like this......everything is rearranged......everything is strange.......days like this.....black coffee.....no sugar......no fun.......not even sun .......days like this.....when people just don’t understand what I mean......days like this.....I feel like I want to break down and scream......days like this ......days like this ......days like this.......upside down clocks.....

Welcome. And welcome to Facebook. For it is burning up this life of mine. Burning the hearts of desire. The hearts of fire. Oh can I inspire. And there’s no turning back. Young hearts beat fast. Try to make it last. In a photograph. There’s nothing you can do. And there’s no turning around. The innocence you thought is now caught up to you. Young hearts beat fast. Postings of the past. Try to make it last. Why did you have to go. Young hearts are fast. It’s just a photograph......of the hearts of the past.........

Born to make you happy. And I was born to make you happy. Here on Brooklyn street. And how can it be. You gave all your love to me. Touch me. And make me some wine. Here on Brooklyn street. And you ease the pressure, the stressful situations from my worried mind. And please don’t ask me to defend the simple treasures off my burdened shoulders...... I was struck by lightening ......walking down the street .....I was hit by something that can’t be beat. Here, here on Brooklyn street.......