If I ain't got you

Some people live for the fortune..
Some people live just for the fame..
Some people live for the power.. yeah..
Some people live just to play the game..

Some people think that the physical things define what's within..
I've been there before..
But that life's a bore..
So full of the superficial..

Some people want it all..
But I don't want nothing at all..
If it ain't you, baby..
If I ain't got you, baby..
Some people want diamond rings..
Some just want everything..
But everything means nothing..
If I ain't got you..

Some people search for a fountain..
Promises forever young..
Some people need three dozen roses..
And that's the only way to prove you love them..

And in a world on a silver platter..
And wondering what it means..
No one to share, no one who truly cares for me..

Some people want it all..
But I don't want nothing at all..
If it ain't you, baby..
If I ain't got you, baby..
Some people want diamond rings..
Some just want everything..
But everything means nothing..
If I ain't got you..

Some people want it all..
But I don't want nothing at all..
If it ain't you, baby..
If I ain't got you, baby..
Some people want diamond rings..
Some just want everything..
But everything means nothing..
If I ain't got you..

If I ain't got you with me, baby..
Nothing in this whole wide world don't mean a thing..
If I ain't got you with me, baby..

If I ain't got you - Alicia Keys

The Sunflowers

there are six sunflowers on her table..
bold, bright and beautiful..
many cheerful smiles greeting her every morning..

beaming with magnificance..
glowing with joy and laughter..
standing tall and proud above the other breeds..

amongst the white, green and purple..
the choir sings a song loud and clear..
each note sharpened to perfection..

each big, brown eye..
glaring and intimidating..
shooting airy arrows when disturbed..

they chuckle with each daybreak..
the long-awaited sun-rays peeking from beyond the clouds..
heating the shivering from nights empty and cold..

their mistress was a sunflower..
breathing and loving the bright sunshine..
licking the moisture off the morning dew..

"Good morning, Sunshine.."

Do something for a change

tired of being sick and tired..
dreading to face the next day..
missing the romance..

needing the touch..
seduced by the sinewy..
forgoing the fantasies..

with passing time..
days and months..
nothing will come out of nothingness..

numbness and void of emotions..
throw away the last straw..
lingering thought to see them again..

noticing this strange land..
the paleness of the mask over the face..
barely able to smile anymore..

do something for a change..
speaking a word..
or give a smile..

don't hide that curve under that line..
overturn the overturned..
open up the palms..

enjoying the interlocking hands..
snap open the hidden chest..
picking up the treasure..