Phil J Mimo is a Canadian writer born in Montreal, Canada
Started writing poetry in 1996 after a fail relationship with a young woman. Now in 2018 P.J continues to write every day about his life and love moments. A single father of an 11-year-old boy since 2011, P.J believes the relationship between his son made him stronger every day to reach his goals in Life, Love and Poetry. " He`s my inspiration". P.J has plans on writing his first book down the road after he settles down after all the dust settles. Music is a huge part of P.J`s live as well writing his first song at the age of 16, but only writing a half a dozen songs P.J is extremely interesting in writing his melodies eventually in the near future. Joe Cocker, Bob Dylan, Neil Diamond.. and Canadians young Bobby Bazini and the legendary Leonard Cohen.
Doing My Time
I live my life one day at a timejust to embrace you, your body and mind
to have lived the moments
that I've cherished in our time
just to embrace you, your body and mind
And God knows I did right
my reflections of my beliefs were right
the sight of our love didn’t always see the light
would have driven anyone away at first sight
I’m just doing my time
to embrace you, your body and mind
to have lived the moments
that I've cherished in our time
just to embrace you, your body and mind
For good and the bad, that’s who I am
protecting my heart to the end
while I don’t do my time
nor our love that was a crime
the real me is lying beside you once again
... while my heart isn’t doing hard time to the end
Do you understand, that my heart
was just doing time
just to embrace you, your body and mind
to have lived the moments
that I've cherished in our time
to have embraced you, your body and mind
My Sweetie is you
When I walked upon your trailmelting of our two souls...becoming as one
is an understatement below that August 14th sun
We lived the good and the bad...
hurt wasn’t our way
Cause I`ve known you somewhere, someplace before
as we took that last stand...once more
Cause my Sweetie is you...oh...cause my sweetie is you
At times I`ve tasted your fears
wish I could’ve taken away thoses years
Words can`t explain this to you
feelings intense, brought me for you
But change is needed one day, you know
with all the children gone, we need to go...
to the promised land where I once said...
Because of a message from a humble man you once knew flying among the angels he sent you
a letter, I`d lie for you...
Let us listen... to his praise...
“And sometimes it seems I must
have lost my mind
I might be crazy, but I`m crazy about you”
don’t you see?
cause my Sweetie is you
... Cause my Sweetie is you... oh... cause my sweetie is you
... is you
I remember them
As years gone byand winter days become summer nights
lying beside them
the scent of their skin
and the taste of their lies
I remember them
holding them, saying to them don't cry
chasing their ghosts away
out of their lives
I remember them
sweet... full of fear in their eyes
I remember them cry
Touching them cold body in mind
and me keeping them warm inside
not letting them go
and tearing me up inside
The taste of their body next to mine
didn't lie
the look they gave to me
said already goodbye
I remember them
I remember them this time
Heartache after heartache
can I forget them
as the pain goes by
I remember them
one by one each single time
The way they felt on me
it was real everytime
and 1 lost 10 found became my line
I remember them
Now that I'm older
I meant it that night
for I remember them
As the women of my dark life gone by
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