Part of life.......
Choices made we must endure; our lives will change, yes that is for sure. Although we feel that all is good, we must look back at where we stood. Decisions made that were not so kind, give trouble now within our mind. We dream of happy and content; yet face each day with much decent. The woes of life we could not see; so seek forgiveness, let it be! We fill our hearts with all that is true; try not to think what has made us blue. We must reflect on good and bad; for this is what we all have had. Console ourselves as each day fades; and live with all our choices made! Life!!!
Regeneration!
There’s a sadness in being, a sadness in seeing Our creation decline, Twas not your vision nor twas not mine, But we will begin again as we have before, And once again, hope for more.
When a good word is said
good words bad words
A REQUIRM FOR A WRETCHED WRECK
what is there to say except lo all these years later I still miss you my brother?
Just Imagine
Imagine we are just a thought? What would you be?, A millonaire?, A captain at sea?,,, Anything you wanted to be, to fly to the stars?, to land on the moon?, or to be with someone you love? too soon?,,life is not wrong, or its not right
In your shadow
To one who knows
Ice cream, just ice cream
it is about now.
quantum emotion
love and hate cannot coexist in the same soul at the same time --- rebel Sudanese tribes Mexican cartel bribes Afghanistani warlords casualty scoreboards disappearing in Argentina Junta censored political arena thirties in unCivil Spain
FJ.............
Probably my greatest friend never to be ...........I was very stupid and selfish when I was young .....drugs and alcohol ruled my life but changed me .
Falling Down
working is supposed to be a family affair However people are into their own worlds it helps to be considerate and kind Living together working in harmony alls well on the working front Peace and love to all
Dark moments in my Daughters life.
To start with the first truth,this Poem was very hard to do,I cry and write,cry and write again and again,the feelings of the memories came out from the shadow. Her Mother did not want children at all,what I could not understand,because I wonted so many of them and I was believing,that as a Mother she is sure going to Love her children,but I was badly wrong. We was over all to far from each other in to many things and then I left the family for my two Sons Mother. My Love for my Daughter was very deep and her Mother was very jealous about it and told to my Daughter that she was the reason to our divorce. She told my Mother,that she is going to do everything she can to destroy my life. Before that she met with my new Love and they made a deal,that if I take care of her needs,then she give my Daughter to us. When I heard it ,I could not accept that other people make a deal about how to use me and I did refuse. I have think about it many time later and that I should had accept to be used,then I could had safe my Daughter from the horrible things that was done to her. Later my Daughter was taken with Ambulance two times unconscious to the Hospital,but nobody still checked what was the real reason.....I never knew what had happen,but if I had heard about it,I had for sure not believed in any accident. My Daughter got finally courage enough to brake her self out from the jail she had live in from 4 years old on the Fathers day,when she was 15,she came to me and refused to go back to the Mother. From 4 years old,she had to wash her own cloth,make food,take care of all her own things and also wash the floor of whole the apartment on knees in an old way,she kept her as an made or in fact more as like a Slave. About 20 years ago,she got a stroke in the Brain where she had got the damage when the Mother kick her around the room. The Doctor was thinking she hardly going to survive,but I think she is of hardwood as I am and she survived. She still has to take Aspirin every day to keep the blood thin and a shadow is of course hanging over her. After she moved to live with me,she still had hardship with her self,she was not sure who she was,because the Mother had destroyed almost all her own will. She start to drink in secret and when I realized it,she was already alcoholic.
DISTANT
I have struggled to express my thoughts and feelings of a part of my life unfulfilled..Of the dangerous days of youth and ignorance...Of how the careless exuberance of youth can bring about the unfathomable consequences and agonies in innocent life... Though this work tells me its finished, I still feel there is a whole world of unexpressed feeling I need to include. So it may be amended at some point.... I dedicate this to Tim....
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the bones of my soul like scarecrow trees awaiting Spring blossoms
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hold me like the moon go round and round the sky all the broken things inside me are going to learn to fly
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dreams without borders souls are made in flame kiss me under water now I just miss the way you said my name souls without borders dreams are made of water hold me in the fire and let me say your name
hugs
rivers of the souls they fly notes in song passing by golden threads of time marking stitches in a rhyme weave which we believe without the boundaries we conceive hold me like the moon gone round and round the sun
Its a whole new world {hopefully]
A prison ship in the vastness of space, prisoners all, the human race, illusions of freedom to keep all blind, no truth allowed, there's nothing to find, only rules and regulations, laws for populations, to think is frowned upon, verbalise or analys
.........Winds of change........
Happy easter holidays to everyone. Cant leave here if I tried.
roller coaster
Wake and wander Oh how sunrise sun falls. While contemplate oh how can I exist without change know can not live in constance of comfort and complacency. Dawn is breaking silence of night with a new day a gift,challenge and change
Using words
i regret use a lot of words sometimes
Be you always!
The guarantee of non existance when it hits you between the eyes, makes you realise, that the games we play in our so called lives, well, it's all just lies. Of course we will end, my friend, and when you know just where you go, a
Lies
I dare to wake stumbling through heavens gate, beauty abounds and noone knows, cept me, I see, creations gift, this picture born, imaginaton scorn, but tis the beauty of life, Tis nothing new, for those fortunate few, who live this way....ever
Mayfly
No words are left to say when they have been spoken no silence left to break where obliteration bleeds No eyes to glimpse a secret when truth has been unsealed no slumber thy to wake where emptiness embrace
sorrow
thank for reading
forgive yourself and accept your past
To forgive is NOT to forget, it is to live in peace within yourself. And be set free from the person that has hurt you.
Who Knew?
Who decides?, who hides?, who becomes the leader?. Who becomes the feeder? Who creates the fear?, Someone near?, Who knew?, not me or you?, who knew? Who knew that we'd be here?, who knew?, who shed a tear? No one knew, this lasts for e
Gentle Whispers
Written 2 years ago for a special Man who helped me grow so much, just wondered down memory lane:-)
1st effort
this poem is what comes to me=it is a reflection of me and my view of the world and hopefully u are part of that -thanks :)-
There was a lad from Rosmuc!
A father deserting and a daughter's forgiveness and understanding Making her father_s land her land
Still Blue Rain
Inspired by 'Stillbluerain'
Liebes Gedicht
Ich liebve es
Reconciliation
A play on big words commenting about all the current diplomacy going on the big geopolitical world stage!! It's always better to reconcile our differences in the search for peace.
NEW?
So, imagination IS creation, I imagined you, you imagined me and that is what we see, Simple at first, but complex over eternity!, constant imagination creates complication, And now, we find ourselves HERE, in constant fear, of life and new creat
If.....
Have A listen...:) https://www.soundclick.com/html5/v4/player.cfm?songID=13729810 if we make the rules and we’re in control if all we can lose is an empty soul…..... 1-then why should I be loyal if none are greater than me what is
Its a shame
Its a shame that you are over there.. Its just to far away for a love to last that long .. Yes something closer would be nice for the heart to feel .. If only it were true ,real ,and now its a shame .. If only you had lied a bout where you lived
This won't work!
It seems that the only way forward is to go back, When things were simple, no attack, too many Freedoms mean too many hurts, too many dies, Too many cries, It’s a strange analogy between then and now, Progress means we don’t know how, We ne
I believe in Jesus ...do you know why?
I believe in HIM! I believe in HIM, Not because he saved my life so many times, Not because he fixed my hand from an accident, Not because he is the Son of Man, Not because he died for my sins, Because He is the CHRIST, Because He came for t
dread
oh you of shiftless dysmorphic eyes gazing as though through the wise I wonder how your body flies when she is to you unseen there is no use to he who tries the unmajestic, unclean queen although your spirit may soar to long ago dismembered
Excuse me
Excuse me if my cries fill the sky. Excuse me if I flood the plains with tears. You're my life, and I'm running for my life. Excuse me if my life drags in the rear
the purpose of life,
i am trying to show that i dont judge people onthe basis of what they give, r what they do for me, i appreicate those who give kindness , thoughtless and compassion with feelings and wtihout conditions and tht is my point and the reason for my poem
Little Poet
The little poet writes nicely of his nice wife, his nice kids, his nice university, the nice dead mice he found on his nice snowy road, and his nice guilt for sleeping with his nice student. but some are tornadoes of words, whirling, s
God is Hated...
If you say goodbye ..you are far away of GOD, this is only i can say. Enjoy!
RE: The Ride
How could she possibly resist ... enjoy riding around...
RE: Guilt
Thank you brother Cafe for the kind review! Ken...
RE: You thought I was God...
A great compassionate write Earl.. In the tender minds and hearts of children we are as God's.. and we must be the God's of love to them..Thank you for a deeply talented and heartfelt write.....
online today!RE: no title
Beautiful as always Elo. Evoking endearing emotions....
RE: My First Time
weve all been there FAL, great stuff! rob...
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