melissa

My world is black and white,
The colors I see is black and white,
Hold me tight,
Don’t let me go,
See the tears I have cried,

Listen to my cry,
Look into my eyes,
My world is black and white,
Cut my wrist,
Black my eyes,
Blacken these thoughts I think of,
Black and white is all I can see,

The tears is all I can feel,Feel me fading away,
Watching myself falling apart,
Look deep into my eyes,
Can you see me,
Can you feel the pain I feel,
I don’t understand why I am feeling this sad,

All the moments that once we shared has faded away like others have,
I never did tried to see the beyond the black and white clouds,
I need to face what I have become,
I need to find my way back,
The black and white is all I can see and feel,
My world has been black and white.

Old Machines

How old is too old
To have purpose
In the world?

This old heart
Still has a passion;
A wisdom I am told,
Experience in living
A willingness to share,
Encouragement for a heart;
A kind, listening ear.

How old is too old
To offer my hand
And care?

A dimmer light
Still burns.

Carolyn Brunelle

Classical Music

                                             Classical one is everlasting

Classical singers go begging.
Film vocalists flourish.
Hard-coated seed never dies,
Though late and slow in sprouts.

Shakespeare is poorly read
but is read over generations.

-Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.