May 19, 2011
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Love for the hell of it
Daisies would be nice
With a precipice ahead and a quagmire behind
anyone else in my shoes would be losing their mind
and I’m not comfortable here betwixt hard place and rock
but for the constant reminder of the fast-ticking clock
knowing well that the end may be only the beginning
and that paradise was lost by accidentally sinning
and I lay in between, a song stuck in my mind
believing now as ever, love is not hard to find
Comments (8)
whoo! Like the song!
@christykim - thanks, I ripped it all by myself
http://images.google.com/images?sourceid=navclient&ie=UTF-8&rlz=1T4TSHB_en___US338&q=daises&biw=1276&bih=681
Dear Ben,
CHECK IT OUT.
Weird, eh. Okay, now for the comment:
Every time I read one of your poems, I’m not only amazed.
I’m jealous.
It’s too easy for you.
And you probably still don’t even care how good you are. That makes it sting all the more.
Also, I never tire of telling you how great a feeling I get when reading your subtle, “simple sounding” rhymes.
“Betwixt hard place and rock” That’s SHAKESPEAREAN, my man.
Oh, and I love Jason Mraz. He’s a real musician in a world of processed pablum.
(That should probably be copyrighted and on the cover of his next album.)
Michael F. Nyiri, poet, philosopher, fool
love is not hard to find?
I’m not sure that’s true. But this poem makes me think it might be.
Daisies would be nice.
the song actually gave me a headache. thanks.
@an_OM_aly - I agree with Google
@baldmike2004 - you’re my favorite Michael
@opticalnoise - I’m not sure anything’s true but I pretend sometimes
@Frankenchrist - you’re welcome
i need a clock … a fast ticking one i’ve got daisies hi ben )))