thoughts
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Forgiveness
Too many times we hold a grudge. We take a stance. We shall not budge. The saddest thing of all is we give no chance. I choose to forgive, yet never to forget. The way to felt to be in betrayals net. My heart was heavy and filled with pain. Things that made tears fall Continue reading
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Let It End
Just tell me you hate be and let it all end. I can move on and get back to normal. Move past the darkness that rises within. And carry on to what now begins. Let me move on to a better place. One in which sadness shows nought it’s face. One in which you have Continue reading
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Quick ramble
Down the winding path we go, where we stop none shall know. Do we even want to play this game? And have our chance at glory or fame? We must be careful, and rather quick. Or on us life shall play a joyous trick. Burn us up like candle qucks. Tossed around like rags or Continue reading
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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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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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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
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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