There was a stunning beau-tea from Boston
who often drank herbal tea from Roston...

Some of them are wordy, others are blue.
My longer poems remind me of you...

I long to slumber and dream of
a beautiful long lost love...

Looking for Love
in a fair face...

I am searching for my true love
with crippled wings and broken heart...

Look back at all of the evil deeds you have done
What kind of victory do you think you have won...

O Lord, what will I think with if I lose my mind?
What will I see with, if my eyes are to be blind...

We are losing our belief
if we have no lies to tell...

Lord, You are the cause, and we are the effect
We are free to choose, we are free to select...

Danger Will Robinson you can't just wander where...
I am sensing radioactivity, or some alien has cut...

I was going to write a letter
but you know it seems I lost my pen...

I did not know what I had until I lost it
I did not miss what I had until I tossed it...