tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78439682377515962822023-11-16T00:01:41.150+05:30The Drifter's StoryThe Drifterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09075134623038690455noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843968237751596282.post-18337703618271363842020-09-15T22:26:00.004+05:302020-09-15T22:58:34.360+05:30Eighteen Years<div style="text-align: left;">Eighteen years ago you came into my life,<br />And I promised to hold you tight,<br />But somewhere along the way, I lost sight,<br />And wondered into the night...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />I know you must be missing me alright,<br />And needing me to hold you tight,<br />I hope you are old enough tonight,<br />To know that somethings in life just don't pan out right...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />Today as you step into the light,<br />I know you got the strength to fight it right,<br />So take on the world tonight,<br />And make it yours alright...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />Happy 18th Birthday Tess!</div><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p>The Drifterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09075134623038690455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843968237751596282.post-21664203745336431612017-07-17T17:28:00.003+05:302017-07-17T17:28:37.325+05:30Is This Life or Something Else...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Sometimes I wonder,<br />
So many things to ponder,<br />
A day of good followed by bad,<br />
Is this life or something else...<br />
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Days filled with moments,<br />
Weeks followed by months,<br />
Does bad have to follow good,<br />
Is this life or something else...<br />
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So I sit back and think,<br />
Think is this what it is,<br />
Is the good worth the bad,<br />
Is this life of something else...</div>
The Drifterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09075134623038690455noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843968237751596282.post-24836926004602448792013-02-14T16:09:00.000+05:302013-02-14T16:09:18.603+05:30My True Valentine<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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A love so strong<o:p></o:p></div>
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Nothing can go wrong<o:p></o:p></div>
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Together we be forever long<o:p></o:p></div>
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My True Valentine<o:p></o:p></div>
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Your patience is great<o:p></o:p></div>
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Your heart so ornate<o:p></o:p></div>
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You are so delicate<o:p></o:p></div>
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My True Valentine<o:p></o:p></div>
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My heart is overjoyed<o:p></o:p></div>
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My life is complete<o:p></o:p></div>
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To have you be mine<o:p></o:p></div>
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My True Valentine<o:p></o:p></div>
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Happy Valentines Day Loo...</div>
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The Drifterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09075134623038690455noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843968237751596282.post-79621899889280399692012-09-15T09:10:00.000+05:302012-09-15T09:10:49.176+05:30A Fathers Love....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I held you for the first time<o:p></o:p></div>
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I heard your first cry<o:p></o:p></div>
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I heard your first sigh<o:p></o:p></div>
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I knew you will always be in my heart<o:p></o:p></div>
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It’s funny how life tore us apart<o:p></o:p></div>
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They say life is a craft<o:p></o:p></div>
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That people like me are daft<o:p></o:p></div>
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That I always keep you in my heart<o:p></o:p></div>
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Every morning is a strain<o:p></o:p></div>
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Like my life is a complete stain <o:p></o:p></div>
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Only some understand my pain<o:p></o:p></div>
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But I always keep you in my heart<o:p></o:p></div>
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Happy 10<sup>th</sup> Birthday Tess<o:p></o:p></div>
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The Drifterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09075134623038690455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843968237751596282.post-81466058238930468132012-05-30T10:46:00.002+05:302012-05-30T10:46:42.163+05:30The Demon Within<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Where he comes from,<br />
I wonder everyday,<br />
Hidden away,<br />
He creeps up in disarray<br />
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Scares me he does,<br />
His relentless form,<br />
Destroying everyone,<br />
That stands in his way<br />
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Why is he here,<br />
Why does he appear,<br />
I need to fight,<br />
My Demon Today</div>The Drifterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09075134623038690455noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843968237751596282.post-74584930601091442142012-05-23T13:44:00.002+05:302012-05-30T10:47:28.956+05:30I Am<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Lost i am<br />
Where i cannot be found<br />
Lost i am<br />
As i search around<br />
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Try i am<br />
Where i cannot be profound<br />
Try i am<br />
As i keep looking around<br />
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Die i am<br />
Where i cannot hear a sound<input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /><input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /><br />
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Die i am</div>
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As i can't hear a sound</div>
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He was just sitting there<br />
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Sipping his chilled beer</div>
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Watching people here and there</div>
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Sitting by myself</div>
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He wondered how he got there</div>
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Draggin on his cigarette</div>
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Watching people here and there</div>
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Sitting by myself<br />
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He guessed he was meant to be there<br />
Contemplating his life<br />
Watching people here and there<br />
Sitting by myself</div>
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Drifterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09075134623038690455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843968237751596282.post-4371284975621117222010-05-01T23:33:00.003+05:302010-05-01T23:41:24.662+05:30Broken PromiseI lie here wondering<div>Wondering what it is all about</div><div>Wondering why it always is like this</div><div>Wondering why people break their promises</div><div><br /></div><div>I sit here pondering</div><div>Pondering what each promise was</div><div>Pondering why they made such sayings</div><div>Pondering why people break their promises</div><div><br /></div><div>I die here smoldering</div><div>Smoldering about a those promise made</div><div>Smoldering those who made them</div><div>Smoldering why people break their promises</div>The Drifterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09075134623038690455noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843968237751596282.post-89843391534823273842010-04-21T10:42:00.001+05:302010-04-21T10:42:59.420+05:30I AmLost i am<br />Where i cannot be found<br />Lost i am<br />As i search around<br /><br />Try i am<br />Where i cannot be profound<br />Try i am<br />As i keep looking around<br /><br />Die i am<br />Where i cannot hear a sound<div id="refHTML"></div><div>Die i am</div><div>As i burn to the ground</div>The Drifterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09075134623038690455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843968237751596282.post-70266758271392901882010-04-21T10:37:00.001+05:302010-04-21T10:37:35.702+05:30Why Do We?Why do we feel<br />When all it does is heal<br />Why do we lean<br />When all it seems mean<br /><br />Why do we care<br />When all it causes is despair<br />Why do we dream<br />When all it seems deem<br /><br />Why do we dare<br />When all it does is disrepair<br />Why do we seem<br />When all it seems reamThe Drifterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09075134623038690455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843968237751596282.post-357694980345100802009-11-01T22:36:00.002+05:302009-11-01T22:41:57.583+05:30I WonderStanding here,<br />Watching the world pass,<br />I wonder whether i am looking through tinted glass<br /><br />I see them go by,<br />I've watched them enjoy,<br />I wonder whether i am made of darkened brass<br /><br />I try harder,<br />I try to be better than the rest,<br />I wonder whether i am just another part of the mass<br /><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>The Drifterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09075134623038690455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843968237751596282.post-3868085297509099052009-10-27T12:10:00.003+05:302010-02-28T21:00:04.144+05:30Nothing At AllSome people dance<br />Some people prance<br />Some people try hard<br />Some people do nothing at all<br /><br />Some of us try<br />Some of us cry<br />Some of us play hard<br />Some of us do nothing at all<br /><br />Some don't care<br />Some don't spare<br />Some don't wanna dare<br />Some people do nothing at all<br /><br /><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>The Drifterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09075134623038690455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843968237751596282.post-6818286200315649052009-10-15T13:02:00.004+05:302009-10-15T13:33:13.229+05:30Isle StoryFlutters sad,<br />Flutters faded,<br />Flutters in the wind,<br />Flutters amiss it's former glory<br /><br />Once feared,<br />Once worshiped,<br />Once a great might,<br />Once held in great glory<br /><br />Now tattered,<br />Now defaced,<br />Now hangs down,<br />And this our isle story<br /><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>The Drifterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09075134623038690455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843968237751596282.post-84754406979820767202009-10-06T15:52:00.002+05:302009-10-06T15:59:55.012+05:30Sleeping With An AngelI awake aroused,<br />I awake wanting more,<br />I awake craving,<br />Was i sleeping with an angel<br /><br />I awake changed,<br />I awake needing more,<br />I awake different,<br />Was i sleeping with an angel<br /><br />I awake renewed,<br />I awake having more,<br />I awake happy,<br />Was i sleeping with an angel<br /><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>The Drifterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09075134623038690455noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843968237751596282.post-19942352039594144542009-07-27T21:20:00.000+05:302009-07-28T09:48:20.877+05:30All They Can DoDo people care,<br />Do they even dare,<br />When all they can do,<br />Is feel that it is a scare<br /><br />Why do they try,<br />Why do they bother to cry,<br />When all they can do,<br />Is feel that it is all a snare<br /><br />It is strange,<br />It is so deranged,<br />When all they can do,<br />Is feel that life is all unfairThe Drifterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09075134623038690455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843968237751596282.post-48356420667997081772009-02-16T17:05:00.004+05:302009-02-16T17:16:48.605+05:30Waking Up TodayI woke up today,<br />I woke up to a new day,<br />I woke up to see myself,<br />Waking up today<br /><br />I got up today,<br />I got up to have a nice day,<br />I got up to see myself,<br />Waking up today<br /><br />I planned for today,<br />I planned for it to work out today,<br />But i never planned to see myself,<br />Just waking up todayThe Drifterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09075134623038690455noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843968237751596282.post-34850613208488760142009-02-16T17:05:00.003+05:302009-02-16T17:09:13.157+05:30It Is Not TrueYou believe,<br />You trust,<br />Yet you know,<br />It is not true<br /><br />You hope,<br />You lust,<br />Yet you know,<br />It is not true<br /><br />You hold<br />You love,<br />Yet you know,<br />It is not trueThe Drifterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09075134623038690455noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843968237751596282.post-78221897796638328002008-09-24T22:14:00.002+05:302008-09-24T22:16:52.966+05:30I FeelI feel strange,<br />I feel weird,<br />I feel lost<br />Like i'm stuck on fifth gear<br /><br />I feel depressed,<br />I feel cross,<br />I feel dead<br />Like i'm not here<br /><br />I feel spent,<br />I feel the need to vent,<br />I feel lent<br />Like a cent so dearThe Drifterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09075134623038690455noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843968237751596282.post-85559375357970504802008-09-16T21:44:00.002+05:302008-09-16T21:49:43.945+05:30Passing ByPassing by,<br />Makes one want to cry,<br />Does no one ever try,<br />To make reach for the sky<br /><br />Passing by,<br />Does not anyone wonder why,<br />Life is here just to die,<br />When there is only to try<br /><br />Passing by,<br />Makes me watch and think why,<br />People live like rolling a die,<br />Only to simply be passing byThe Drifterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09075134623038690455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843968237751596282.post-49697901769529480652008-09-16T15:41:00.001+05:302008-09-16T15:44:06.567+05:30Hold OnShe was so small,<br />So tiny, she could break,<br />I held her in my hands,<br />Held her tight to never let go<br /><br />As time passed me by,<br />Things changed, we changed, I changed,<br />But that promise to hold on,<br />That promise never changed<br /><br />Six years have passed,<br />Passed like the wind,<br />And i still hold on,<br />Hold on tight never to let her goThe Drifterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09075134623038690455noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843968237751596282.post-89989134444452648992008-09-16T15:23:00.001+05:302008-09-16T19:27:40.169+05:30Drifting<div align="left">Drifting, drifting down a road,<br />Drifting towards nothing,<br />Drifting we are,<br />We are just drifting<br /><br />Why is it so hard,<br />Why is it so sad,<br />Why does my heart break,<br />Everytime i realise,<br />That we are just drifting<br /><br />Where are we now,<br />Will we make it somehow,<br />Explain to me how,<br />We ended up just drifting</div>The Drifterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09075134623038690455noreply@blogger.com0