writings

the middle ages

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the middle ages
are so hard
the times are rough
the feelings scarred

these are the times
when life is got
but not the happiest
in the lot

for now is when decisions come
to work or play or melt away

this is when you have to pay
for most of what you think and say

a job must be chosen
family too

but in this middle ages
nothing will do

it’s too soon for children
too late for games
too early for good salaries
yet the ‘old jobs’ just aren’t the same

the rest of life is counting on right now
but there are so many decisions
and so little true know-how

what is a dream

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what is a dream, when you wake up too soon
miss the happy ending, it’s just you there in your room

what is the point of life lived so sweet
when just at the peak, heartbreak tugs at your feet?

what can you do, when your life’s fading away
who do you turn to when he no longer chooses to stay?

who is left to love, when all there is is hate
when do you call it quits and walk the other way?

who will wipe the tear that falls from your leaking eye
who will hold your hand when everything passes by?

how can you lie there and let it slip away
why not just go back to sleep and see the end that way?

quiet

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the clouds appear

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the clouds appear
a huge storm is near

the drops begin
it seems like it will never end

lightning flashes, thunder roars
everyone closes all their doors

feelings can not be shown
after all, you’re all alone

soon the many clouds will clear
and the end will then be here

it’s true another storm will come
but to live, you have to pull yourself through some

a feeling so true

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a feeling so true
like the stickiest super glue
just don’t know how to
release myself from you

or even if I want to

I want you to know
all that I see
want you to feel
the little things that we get for free…

.. that mean so much

poetry is

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poetry is reason

in my world of craziness

the one and only focal point
for when I run amiss

tidies up my mind
puts my thoughts in line

it even does the thinking
when I haven’t got the time

home

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home is not that great a place
until you’ve gone away
then it is a haven of which
you often dream and pray

you wish and dream and hope
that soon you will be there
To all the things that made you leave
you do no longer care

you heard your name whispered on the wind
and knew from where it came
That one sweet place from in your mind
that will always stay the same

one day you return
to this place you’re so very fond
but all the things you dreamed of
all of them are gone

the people and the places
are not quite what they were
and to them your fondest thoughts
have faded to a blur

seems true that home is something
and is quite a special place
but more priceless are the memories
for they will never lose their grace

ever changing ( only surprised ) | original

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love is here

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love is here
and all around
never before have I felt so bound

to life and lonliness, not to mention
the everlasting long
for your sweet hand on my face

I begin to wonder
where is my place
in this world, where should I be
moreover, what is it that I truly do need?

besides a new head, to think things through
a new mind that doesn’t always seem to dwell on you

a fresh state of mind, content with what it has
that never once sheds a tear when looking back
and knows the days will only get brighter from here…

clean and pure

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almost sure
denying lures

and letting go

sense him here
always near

never fear

because he is always with me

reaching out
unable to shout
never a doubt

that He will somehow help

hide my face
feel the grace
can then hold my minute place

He has lifted me again

out of the hole
the bottomless whirlpool
that left me a fool

He put me back on my feet

a little wise
in a tightening vice
a melting disquise

leaving only the truth

He has poured graciously into my soul

see things as they really are

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saw the signs

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saw the signs
but missed the road

reached the end
but not where I intended to go

Turned around, began again
fearing deep down
another dead end

knowing inside that the trip was a must
and I had to do it
despite the distrust

The sky is dark and lights are dim
lines are long
the road is thin

Cars are few and spread apart
but I will reach my destination

if only I follow my heart

questions questions

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questions, questions .. fill my head
what is life and what is death?

is there a difference if one chooses to live
a life with no feelings; chooses not to give

Won’t give love, won’t give fear
won’t give laughter and no tears

Life is what one brings to it
not just walking through without breathing in

a life fulfilled is a life well-lived

A life worth livingin in which a man concedes and gives

Gives of himself
gives of his heart

gives of his being
each and every part

when one lets go
decides to give in

his life at that moment
does finally begin

walking by, let out a sigh

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walking by.. let out a sigh.. look of pain
as they choose not to hear my name

just the fragile shell they see
not the truth that’s really me

only the sad and depressed
they care not about the rest

all the happy times I’ve had
they only want to see the bad

all that has brought me down
they use that to keep me on the ground

‘I want to help you’ they always say
but that is just the game they play

to make themselves feel better