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  1997.     

I May Be Your Boy

You and I could go places
With the love we understand
That many situations faces
When it’s here at command
For love is never too easy
Though we feel it like that
Sometimes hurts or is breezy
With its consignment and lot

I may be your boy
If the heart’s something to say
Like a morning joy
Every word in its weigh
So much effortless to love
With the fire inside
Coming down from above
When the mind-sets abide

Be not my love's mistake
Just a part of my heart
With new wonderings wake
When close situations start
Little late to come back
When every route there's broken
And the feelings something lack
That in words isn't spoken

I may be your boy
When you’re sleeping all alone
And your heart could destroy
Every happiness intone
When you feel inside destroyed
In many causes that hurt
That’s confronted and annoyed
Through conventions of comfort
 
Peter S. Quinn
   
 

   
   
 

  1998.     

I May Not Reach the Top (from, Bob΄s Buttercups Songs)

I may not reach the top
For either or a different way
But what is down comes up
If it is meant to stay
To reach from dark inside
Entwine and climb then high
Is to have someone's guide
To get there on its fly

I have no desire aspiring
To be put up in just a name
For if my thoughts don't sing
In candid plainly flame
It isn't for me being there
And burn my pride on
But go back to the nowhere
That always is never done

Not the best is staying alive
With nothing to give or tell
Only empty circling arrive
With nothing that rings true bell
O let me rest then peacefully
And steer no one's thought
With what is considered breeze fully
By what it sometimes ought

I may not reach the top
For either or a different way
But what is down comes up
If it is meant to stay
To reach from dark inside
Entwine and climb then high
Is to have someone's guide
To get there on its fly

Though anything done faithfully
Should give its good fortune
If it’s not measly simple too dully
To be on its top climbing run
And closer that one can bear
The mountains for picnic surprise
Like everything that is down there
Has nothing to do with the skies

And as you can tell by now
There is no ticket for a trip
You just get on top somehow
Or down you go in your own flip
For its not hard to realize
It’s simply by fortunate’s luck
How upside up you may rise
Or forever on bottom stay stuck

I may not reach the top
For either or a different way
But what is down comes up
If it is meant to stay
To reach from dark inside
Entwine and climb then high
Is to have someone's guide
To get there on its fly
 
Peter S. Quinn
   
 

   
   
 

  1999.     

I Maybe a Stranger

The heart is always crying
Inside its profound deep
When those memories keep dying
Gone into tomorrow's sleep…
Flowers are glowing in the rain
Everything seems for nothing
When the mind’s so much in pain
And edges of the soul are roughing

I may be a stranger to you
Without knowing what really to say
But when the spirit is inside blue
Sorrow on my feelings does play

The heart is always crying
Inside its profound deep
Like those moments are away flying
Never for dedications to keep
Things maybe going alright
While nothing survives gone instance
When a passion has lost its flight
Like a flower in winters blanch

I may be a stranger not seeing thru
For everything has its own flame
But my heart is though feeling for you
And nothing forever says the same
 
Peter S. Quinn
   
 

   
   
 

  2000.     

I Miss You

Every dream goes by
The feelings of past

A drifting cloudy sky
In its longing vast

When we were very near
Love's still a flower

I wish you were still here
Each beginning hour

Love was everything
Tender softness wide

In heartbeats we did sing
Rainbows were our guide

Now curfew in feeling
Sunset golden brow

Times the years stealing
It went somehow

Each night I wonder still
Where your star has gone

If our past did fulfill
To show its light on

Nights are so lonely
With dreams memories

If you could still only
To set my heart free
 
Peter S. Quinn
   
 
 
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