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You're Not With Me

Today I took a walk along the
paths we used to take
Tonight loving thoughts of you
will keep me wide awake

I go into our silent room
thinking you'll be there
The bed is made, the room is dark
my sadness I can't bear

Why did God take you away
to leave me all alone
Loving you and missing you
chills me to the bone

Author: Orvin Igou II

I STILL REMEMBER

Although the years have fled
I no longer feel your touch yet
Sometimes I still think of you
and the love we felt so much

Each year when that day comes
the day they laid you to your rest
I still send flowers you can't smell
so your headstone they can dress

I wanted you to know, I will find
another love and if you're gazing down
From Heaven up above you'll see a smile
within my heart, one I know will stay

Though the years will surly pass
I'll remember you each day.

Author: Orvin Igou II

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YOUR FINAL JOURNEY

Each day I watch you slowly slip away from me
you're on a journey now only one of us will take
But some day in the future that same journey I will make
many things I'll miss with you not at my side

The pain will pass in time, fond memories will remain
and some day in the future I know we'll meet again
My darling we'll walk in sunshine and our hearts will tell a rhyme
someday we'll have to say goodbye but only for a time

So Honey, stand and look for me at Heaven's Golden Gate
I pray it won't be too long love that you will have to wait

Author: Orvin Igou II

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I feel like my

grief is silent

there is no sound

that will come out,

now that your no

longer about,



I feel like my

grief is silent

as my feet shuttle

across the floor

I still can not believe Pat

I will not see you any more,



I feel like my

Grief is silent

as I go on about

my day,

but this does not mean

I miss you in any

different way,



I feel like my

grief is silent

the day is Dec. 4th

one month ago you

turn and walked away

why why did you not choose

to stay,



I feel like my

grief is silent

Thanksgiving over and

Christmas is about to begin,

yesterday I was out Christmas

shopping and I bought a

gift or two



I feel like my

grief is silent

inside my heart is breaking

just once more Pat

I would like to chat

with you,



I feel like my

grief is silent

the tears has stopped

coming out of my eye

but my whole body at night

I hear it scream and cry

and it says to God----

why, why?



I feel like

my grief is silent,,,,by charlotte Dec. 4th 2014

I dont know where you are
I wish you where here
you left me without saying good bye
but that is okay
sometimes I miss you like crazy
but I know you are not here
I know for sure you might be
looking at me, hope proud of me
There is no way I could replace you
But life help me to move on
I know you are on a better place
I know you will always love me
as I will always love you too
here now and forever my dear one.

we are the fallen,
we are the souls,
we were men of greater goals.

we are the solistice,
we are the peace
we are the fools you took at ease.

we are the strong,
in mind and heart,
we are the souls you torn apart.

we are the lost,
we are the found,
we are the ones who stood our ground.

we are the forgotton,
we are the dead,
we are the heroes they said.

we are soldiers
we are mules.
we are the greater good of men and fools.

we are answered prayers
we heard the calling
for we, are the fallen

I stand here still

against my will

because Grief I am still in today

drowning in it still,

I can not left up my arms

to comb my hair

Grief is thick in the air,

But what do I care

I can see a light a head

as I fight not to get

back in bed,

God light I see

I am not blind

as I try to unwind

from my Grief,



I stand still

against my will

because Grief I am still into today

holding me against my will

I need to drink more water today

or try to eat food

God light I see

his love will feed me,

as I get down on my knees

Help me Lord please,

no phone calls please

I not in the mood today

just go away,



I stand still

against my will

because Grief I am still into today

holding me against my will

I will open up my Bible

and read the book of Mathews

with tears rolling down my cheek

help from God I do seek

his words help take me out

of my Grief time and put me

into a better state of mind,



As I stand still

against my will

because Grief I am still into today.

by charlotte 2014

Here, On the other side of the page
where lost days go,
where lost poems go,
where forgotten dreams
are breaking up like morning fog.

Go.....
Go.....
Go.....

I am preparing myself for death.

I am teaching myself emptiness;
the gambler's hunger for love,
the nun's hunger for God,
the child's hunger for chocolate
in the hours of darkness.

I am teaching myself love;
the lean love of marble kissed away by rain,
the cold kisses of snow crystals on granite grave markers,
the soul kisses of snow as it melts in the spring.

Here, on the other side of the page
I lie making a snow angel with the arcs of my arms.
I lie like a fallen skier who never wants to get up.
I lie with my poles, my pens flung around me too far
in the snow to reach.

The snow seeps into the hollow of my bones
& the calcium white of the page deposits me
in like a fossil.

I am fixed in my longing for speech,
I am buried in the snowbank of my poems,
I am here, where you find me........

Dead-

SAS

Alas! How difficult forgivness
How does one know when?
.We tire from the weight of hate, Ffinding it intrusive to the point tof boring
When including ourselves, we then gain the power to forgive
.For we find, and absorb a traite of God!

Attainment of success, stardom and fame
Remains the ultimate dream of many
Who seek the publication of their name
Upon the future pages of history

The journey to such a destination
Requires effort and dedication
Those who at last gain such recognition
Enjoy a well deserved satisfaction

Some celebrities who make this journey
Find coping with this new life can be rough
There's an invasion of their privacy
And the demands of stardom can be tough

They then turn to some drug to ease the stress
Whether it's alcohol or other stuff
Soon their entire life can become a mess
And dealing with it's pressures can be rough

Bouts of anxiety and depression
Are what they have to endure constantly
Some develop a serious addiction
That may lead to suicidial tendency

Women tend to choose a gentler ending
Like drug overdose or a means that's neat
Some may opt to end it all by hanging
Mindful not to mess up the body sheath

Some men go for a violent ending
By putting a bullet through their own head
Others jump off a bridge or tall building
Seeking to ensure that they will be dead

Those aspiring to fame and stardom
Pursue your dream and goal diligently
Just be mindful of how things can become
And seek to be guided accordingly