Life takes it turns, some funny ones
Step back and wait
Till the tides change
Times you've gotta wait it over
Wait for it to pass
Garner all your strength
Make the good times cone back
Sometimes you fell you're lost
But it's not
You're finding yourself
Your might and strength
Passing through the rough times
But when you've got friends
Who've got your back
And a family that loves you so
Rough times done really matter anymore
Dear Santa,
If there's anything I wish for
It's the innocence lost
Gleefully writing all dreams
On a tiny note to Santa
The key was all those things
That fit right into a sock
Dreams so small that Santa can bring
And siblings too, quite the same
Thinking of the smallest things
Chocolates, crackers, baloons
The joy it brought
Cannot be explained
Bring back the heart
Before innocence was lost
MVJ Simon 2024
Break, that's the word you said
A break, that's so casual
A break, with a single word
You shattered my world
Will my heart ever heal again
Will I learn to love once more
Is there a price to pay
For the way my heart aches now?
Memories, those moments we made
Etched on diamonds, they say It's forever
Just want to set fire, and watch that blaze
No remnants, just embers
Of a fire that once was
Now, no more
Do I own land?
Sorry, my dear
The land owns me
Do I have a fortune in my name?
Sorry, my dear
I have none, but several names
Why do you say that?
It's true, so I don't have to explain
Miss, Mr, Madam, Lady, Sirji, Highness
And after a breath that refuses, like freedom, perhaps
Body, corpse, and we humans can interpret in thousands of languages
And how do we deal with life?
I'm zero qualified, when most of my breath
Is wasted on ways to figure out
Is it worthwhile?
Waking up to the whistle of the Malabar thrush
After being lulled to sleep by the river gurgle
Spending some time alone mulling
what's wrong with this world
Looking at those pretty little birds,
the early ones
Seems they prefer nectar to worms
Plonking down on my easy chair
Doing nothing, a loser in this world
Giving up all those comforts of success
To be a recluse, living in nature
Madness, you may say
All we have is just one day
The time is here and now
When you waste it all doing what you love
I'm sure it will never be a waste at all
Taking up the hoe, instead of the pen
Working on the land, the fruits are sweet
Making sure everything is right
And letting nature pave its own path
There's joy at the end of the day
A quiet satisfaction, tired as I lay
Contemplating on a tomorrow that will be fine
Even after I'm gone, this will stay
MVJ Simon
