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The Cold
slowly stopping everything
Which I care to behold
The Tune my heart sings
Has been frozen
With the absence of love
my cheeks used to be rosen
but the color has taken flight like the dove
No longer do I have love
Frozen in this Cold Dark World

Perputrated by lost
This unspeakable cost
Knifes up at my back
Feeling like death just attacked
Gazed up at my eye's
Through his venimous lies
How could this happen
Can't imagine
Disgusted while I was blind
In now he's cashing his chips
He's always in a protest
Constantly pushes away
He left me here with regrets
How do you take me forgranted
You left my heart here abondened
Your decision was cruel/I can't cover up each bruise

I'M SUFFERING, A HORRIBLE DEATH WITHOUT YOU! I KNOW YOU'D SAY; DADDY; DON'T CRY, CAUSE I'M, SUFFERING TOO! JASMINE; I BOUGHT ALL THE CANS, AND TREATS, THAT YOU LOVE! I WISH THAT, ONCE IN AWHILE, YOU COULD COME DOWN, FROM ABOVE; THEN WE CAN TALK AND LAUGH TOGETHER; CAUSE EVERY DAY; THAT'S ALL, I'M THINKING OF! FOURTEEN YEARS, I CANNOT SHAKE; SO PLEASE, DO SOMETHING, AND APPEAR; FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE! WE'LL GET THAT BEAUTIFUL FARM, ONEDAY; THEN YOU, AND ALL THE OTHERS, CAN IMMERSE YOURSELVES; IN EVERLASTING PLAY!

Mommy and daddy what have you done,
What have you done to your first-born son?
Screaming and crying please help me now,
You were suppose to protect me wasn’t that your vow,
Sleepless nights caused by terror and shame,
You should let it go, what? This isn’t a game,
The trust in me that was suppose to grow,
Was destroyed by this, you ought to know,
I was made out to be quite the liar,
As the hate just grew into a raging fire,
My heart is trapped with these heavy chains,
But life went on and but the pain remains,
Mommy and Daddy why cant you see,
How this all affected me,
I lost the trust from the ones I love,
Precious gifts from God above,
No one saw and but I only knew,
Why seeds of hate just grew and grew,
I had these things inside for so long,
And I thought I would always be strong,
But hate weakens your soul inside,
Damages your loving heart and with your pride,
Always felt like I was lost at sea,
That no one ever really liked me,
I was a good boy; I tried to be good,
Always behaved like you thought I should,
Never was good enough to be around,
The pain just grew without a sound,
Now I’m screaming, let it be shown,
The pain is still here and I’m all alone.

I haven't told you a lie
Yet you continue to spy
I don't know why
I thought it would be you and me
Now I see that might not ever be
You will never trust me
I'm sorry that you got hurt
I'm not the one who hurt you
Why should I pay the price
I've been nothing but nice
Yet you don't trust me
No matter what I say or do
It always comes back to the lack of trust
Could it be you're the one doing wrong
Who wants a man who spies
The trust is gone
Care to dance
This might very well be our last song
After this you might be gone

Isn’t life strange when you stop and think?
of the ups and downs that there are.
When at times you may feel on top of the world
and those times every thing seems so afar.
You wake to the sounds of this world at dawn,
as the birds sing their welcoming songs.
Of sunlight shining through trees in bud
And the dew glistening from silvery thongs.
The web that was spun in a whisper,
while the world was asleep and at peace.
Who would dare to imagine that all this could end,
when all of our laughter would cease.
We all take for granted that which life’s given us,
its beauty and wonder we ignore.
For when it has gone and it’s too late for sorrow.
Then our tears, they will fall, no more.

When ones mind is not at rest,
one strives to do the best,
you look back over the years,
and try hard to keep back the tears,

Does life have any real meaning or is it just insane,
So many players out there doing all they can to gain,
I have had so many setbacks and been through the mill.
Yet here I am standing still,

I look back and ask myself could I have done more,
in some things yes, I could have for sure,
do I carry any grievances or grudges,
not really, you could call them smudges,

Some years have been happy and fulfilling,
others you wished you had done the killing,
life is all about living,
and also can be so unforgiving,

You read words that someone wrote,
and in your mind you can easily quote,
do these carry any feeling or just passive notes,
your heart tells you things and your conscience revokes,

When things get too hard to understand we turn to Gods hand,
we ask the questions, just tell me what you planned,
dreams and futures we all aspire,
just to find that it is a liar,

deep past the arrival of eve's night
long after the throng of the city's holiday paraders have gone
he is left far from the crowd, hopelessness his only companion
the avenues mostly still, mostly silent
the homeless panhandler remains in an alley
set against a structure where exhaust vents release warmth from below
he is posed for yet another long night's passing
the only place available to him where a freezing death may not find him
sleep may or may not come for him
half a bottle of wine might offer some comfort, for a short while anyway
as he sips his salvation, he journeys in mind
on a road traveled often, destination never to be found
where his future may lead him, he knows not
it seems that he has always merely tried to last into the following day
with a grimace he muses of tomorrow
when the sun rises next, it will be christmas day
not the best of days for him
truth be told, it could be only the worst
for he knows very well what this will mean
that his usual routine of finding nourishment will not exist
there will be no bakeries tossing out old bread
no eateries filling trash dumpsters with food deemed unfit for customers
only a mere fragment of passers-by from whom to solicit
but most folks crossing his path on this day will be just like him
with little to offer, not even a smile
snapping out from his speculation, he hunkers down upon the grate
trying to escape the bitter cold winds that seem to blow through him
he has found something to concentrate on
this is all that he has
so, we should all take this little tale to bed with us tonight
and recall it tomorrow as we enjoy our great feasts
in the warm comfort of home, with family and friends
for under the fate of circumstance
…every man could be a homeless man

Within the river of dreams
see how they flow gently in silver
streams

The flow of life ever changing
Circumstances rearranging

Though at times it feels life
around us is in a mad race
While other moments it freezes
in dead space

There is a time for everything under the sun
It's more important to know where and when to run

People come and go like the wind in its flow
Nobody knows who or why they show
All that matters we hope to have learned a bit about ourselves as we place our book of life upon our shelves

It may give comfort to hold onto what is true
Yet, often we find nothing lasts but, a moment or two

Love is often fleeting mostly if it isn't real
Maybe because most do not know how it truly feels

In the search of truth and love how we want it to fit like a glove but, we often don't know how to give what we need to live

Some may claim they know the way the truth and the light but, only one seems to know what is right


Within the river of dreams maybe we can just pick and choose what we like
However, as we pass into that good night
we ultimately must be accounted for what we do wrong or right

The question in years to come is how do we want to be remembered come our time we are placed in the ground
will the falling tree make a sound if nobody is around to listen?

Life should be filled with happiness and laughter,being good and smiling everafter
Thats a fantacy we all seek after as instead, we are faced with the harsh reallities of pain, hearthaches and disaster
That wipes away our laughter.