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Passing time
Like the ripple on the water, made from a pebbles drop. The passage of time will never stop. On and on it marches by. Taking all of the years along for the ride. Like a rolling tide it washes year’s away. Into the far past they will fade. A child is born, they grow big Continue reading
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Fire flies
In the nighttime it begins. The light within them shines again. Up they rise flicker now. Soon they will be flashing, oh wow. Children laugh. Children play. As the lights try to evade. They catch them in their little hands. Hold them tight is their plan. A simple sign that summers come, is when this Continue reading
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Enough
Funny thing is, I know I’m not enough. But I try on, until forced to give up. Acceptance, kindness, a gentle touch. I wish for all of these things, why must it be so much? Someone to look at the flaws of my soul, without judgment at all, or to cause me woe. Longing fills Continue reading
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The World
I cannot wrap my mind, around the things I seem to find. When I read the times, or even watch the news. It turns me sad and blue. Everyday a new drama. A tragedy of mass proportions. This world heads for destruction. But hey! Look at this new production! Distractions run a mock, keeping it Continue reading
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Thunder
Lighting flashes in the sky, lighting up all around. Thunder crashes in it’s wake, shaking the very ground. Storm winds shriek, they whirl and howl. Turning the air so very foul. Downpours come a welcome feat. In this nasty unrivaled heat. Drought relieved by the sudden rains. The crops restore their withered frames. Thanks can Continue reading
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Pain
Twisting burning in the gut, how I wish it would just stop. Comes and goes like the tide, on waves of pain do I ride. Some days good, others bad. Never do I know which I will have. In the end it makes me sad, and at my body oh so mad. I want to Continue reading
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Passing Time
Where are the snows of yesteryear? -François Villon The wheel turns, the story moves on. And yet we refuse to be drug along. Clinging to our pain, or perhaps our ill gotten gains. Holding on for dear life, of the memories that cause us strife. What was yesterday, but now the past? A thing so Continue reading
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Should I
Should I try, to say the words in my head? Write you a letter that will never be read? Should I share the way I feel? Only to watch it come crashing beneath your heel. The words that we speak that come from our heart. These things are spoken of only in the dark. The Continue reading
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Point of view
I can be the hero, play that part so well. Or I can be the villain, make you scream and wail. It all depends on point of view, word of mouth, all by you. I can be a shining light, or a beacon of dreadful fright. Lift you up from the darkened pit, or perhaps Continue reading
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From afar
Can I love you, without you being near? Without feeling pain or fear? I think I can, let’s try and see. Always fighting for your attention, I never seemed to learn my lesson. Staying close filled with pain, left me with nothing to show, no gain. So I stepped back and took a bow. Thinking Continue reading
About Me
A Simple man who dreams of being an Author one day. A lover of poems and stories of all types. A dreamer and a tale weaver in my spare time. What little I have as a father of three. Come sit by the fire, and let me spin my tales, let me speak my rhymes, and show you, a quite good time.
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