Gregg Mazade 

USA 

 
 

I am simply a God loving man who loves the peace and beauty of nature and I am moral and honest. I know, I know, how boring. I love words and the emotion they implant on the heart. In case a woman who often accesses the Internet reads this: Amber, I love you. That poem "Gods Perfect Love" was for you, because of you, and everything of you, thank you.

 

God's Perfect Love

Inspired by a thought of you that grows within my mind 
That glows within the simple warmth of friendship soft and kind 
I learned of love by knowing you and bathing in your light 
That God had poured so wet and warm upon my soul each night 
I know it took sometime before I saw the splendid truth 
All things sincere, that God has grown will show their destined worth 
If I could touch a single thing in life that wouldn't change 
I'd grasp it with my heat and soul, to protect it from the pain 
Each mountain high and valley low, is really not so deep 
Cause dear your love makes every step, a climb that's not so steep

Right Of Way

I'm rolling down the road on my burning set of wheels, 
Got the motion, got the potion, spitting blue flames from my heels. 
Some men maybe happy with their bloody nine to five, 
Not me baby, like hell maybe, I could never stand in line, I could never 
stand in line. 
I've got the right of way, 
I've got the guts to say, 
I know the people who aren't gonna wait for you. 
Their gonna steal your dance, their gonna carry your chance away. 
I'm pulling the strings, I'm working the deals, 
I won't drag in the reins, I can't stop til it's real. 
My dreaming scheming mind, it knows I gotta climb, I will not wait - 
behind, I'm gonna grab it right away. 
I'm a classic young vulture eyeing the U.S.A., 
I'm a double dealing dynamo dude living his life in spades. 
I'll keep grinning while I'm winning, and to death I'll say some day, 
I've got nine lives like an alley cat, I can spare a few to play. 
I've got the right of way, 
I've got the guts to say, 
I know the people who aren't gonna wait for you. 
Their gonna steal your dance, their gonna carry your chance away.

She

She's my life, 
She's my laughter, 
She's more sure of herself even after. 
She believes, 
She is freedom, 
In her search for the light, she would leave them. 
She's a lady of life, she's a woman on fire, she's my breath of fresh air,...in a world growing weary and tired. 
She can take, 
She's so giving, 
It's her heart, it's her soul, she is living, 
She is faith, 
She is wisdom, 
She's the first light of dawn's golden glisten. 
And she's all right, she's my passion tonight, she's a soft cool breeze, when I'm burning, when I'm burning, when I'm burning... 
She's her own, 
She is mine, 
She's that moment forever in time. 
She is grace, 
She is style, 
I see her heart through her eyes when she smiles. 
And she's so right, she's my lady my life, I'm a soldier of fortune, she's my treasure, she's my treasure, she's my treasure...
All poems Copyright © 1997 Gregg Mazade. All rights reserved.