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Time

January 4th, 2009 . by Cue Ball

Time will tell, if I give up.
Looking for love, n seeking loves cup.
I am almost done, seeking love.
Trying to find, my only dove.
When will this end, this hurt and pain.
Can I find love, my sugar Cain.
Is there time, before I give up.
To find love, n my buttercup.
Hurt in the past, broke my heart.
Ruined my trust, to every part.
In due time, Surely I’ll find.
A true love, to share in kind.
My heart say’s go, my mind says no.
What do I do, where do I go.
Should I give up, n go to bed?

Right or Wrong.

September 15th, 2008 . by Cue Ball

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The time has come, for one and all.
To learn to walk, or still to crawl.
We must learn, right from wrong.
Before our Clock, sings it’s song.
To choose our one, soul mate it is.
The next in line, we may kiss.
Whether or not, true love we find.
Will decide, our very mind.
Will we choose, for our true love.
But will we find, our only dove.
Time will tell, only in time.
Will we spend, our single dime.
So next in choice, who will it be.
Our true love, who will we see.
Once again, we must decide.
Who will be, by our side.
The next we choose, will it be.
Right or wrong, we will see.

Moving On

May 14th, 2008 . by Cue Ball

sailboat in a storm

As of now, I am moving on.
Through and out, this hard time.
The clouds will clear, and the storm will pass.
Things are looking up, as I raise the mast.
Sailing on, and moving out.
From these dark days, I muster all my clout.
I am ready, to start again.
Just to see, where life begins.
Tough it is, and tough it will be.
Life moves on, and this I see.
So move on I will to start all over.
Just to see, the fields of clover.
I am still hurt, from my loss.
Nothing can change, what was lost.
My child’s life, Is now in better hands.
Strength is coming, for me to move on.
I still want to hear, Loves first gong.
Lonely I am, in a cold bed.
Waiting I am, to fill the bed.
I want to get to know, my next love.
Before I move on, to have a warm bed.

Memory

March 7th, 2008 . by Cue Ball


Just a memory
in my head
you are (now)
Just a memory
in my head
you are

not any more do i spend
hours and hours thinking
about what i could have said
about what we could have been
not any more do i spend
days and nights dreaming
about the love that we’ll make
about the life that we’ll create

memory in my head
thats all that you are(to me)
memory in my head
thats all that you are

Author: Anonymous

Scared

February 2nd, 2008 . by Cue Ball

Why am I scared, to stay in love.
Fear of rejection, or even to be shunned.
Love can be, both scary and good.
I am scared to be shunned, and rejected.
I am in love, but scared to death.
For my love is far away, in another state.
With her son, who is learning to skate.
I am scared, that our love will fade.
For our distance is great, and time is short.
Till I make my trip, to the sunshine state.
Love her I do and, love her I will.
Till my dying days, a part of me she will be.
Scared I am, scared I will be.
Until I see, what she has for me.
Her love for me, is strong I know.
All we need, is some time.
To allow our love, to mature and grow.
To hold her hand, and watch the sunset.
My life was dull, but now is bright.
Everything has changed, since we met.
I may be scared, But in love I am.
So I am giving my all, to loving her.
Three poems I have wrote.
One was lost, two were saved.
But to her, is whom I gave.
My heart that is.
So maybe this poem, should be called.
Love or bust.

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Without Love

January 27th, 2008 . by Cue Ball

Today I spend, a day with out love.
Another day spent, with out my Dove.
One more day, I must spend.
Until this short time, will come to an end.
One more day, just one at a time.
Is how I must, look at this time.
Too hard it is, to think of how long.
We must spend, apart for now.
Soon we will, walk together.
Arm in arm, and hand in hand.
I love you I do, I cherish you now.
Our talks on the phone, wanting to hold your hand.
Soon we can, walk under the moon.
You can watch, me all but croon.
I care for you, so much I do.
What I want, is to be with you.
Look we may, and look we will.
Although we know, what is our will.
Together we have, given our hearts.
To each other, although miles apart.
You have mine, and I have yours.
Though we may have, work and chores.
The hearts we hold, are mine and yours.
You know who you are, and in just time.
Together we’ll be, inseparable in due time.
Our love for now, can only be told.
In due time, our love will be bold.
Together in life, is what I want.
To spend our day’s, holding hands.
My love for you, Is what I flaunt.
Every time I hear your voice, it sounds as heavenly bands.
To hear your voice, comforts my soul.
To hear you speak, makes my soul weep.
I love to hear, the sounds of your sleep.
In due time, together we may sleep.
Ending this now, I must do.
So I may talk, to my lovely boo.

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You!!

December 24th, 2007 . by Cue Ball


You are my life.
You are my day.
You are my light.
You are my way.
You make me laugh.
You make me cry.
You make me smile.
You make me sigh.
You I want to see when I wake up.
You I want to see when I go to sleep.
As I look at you, when you sleep.
All I think, is just one more peep.
I’m lost in your ways.
Lost in your days.
Lost in your look.
Just like in a good book.
I can never seem, To get enough.
Especially when, I try to be tough.
I want to laugh, I want to cry.
All I want, is to be by your side.
I see now, that you’ll be there.
Right by my side, by taking the dare.
You know the price, yet you don’t care.
I am thankful, that you’ll be there.
We can say a million words.
But none can compare.
To a beauty and compassion,
That shows you care.

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