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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

So many twists, so many turns
This maze they call life
Getting cuts, bruises and burns,
Why must I have all this strife?
Haven't I suffered enough?
Borne enough?
Given enough?
Lost enough?
Now to wander through this place
Always doing,
Seeking
Knocking
Asking
When will it end?
I feel so lost and so alone
No one to truly call my own
None but God to walk with me
I long for an earthly sanctuary
I'm tired and I'm cold
Day by day
Growing old
Won't someone come and walk with me...?
If this maze I must tread
At least let me have one true friend
Who'll always be there
Through thick and thin
And laugh with me
Till our heads spin
Who'll cry with me
Help mop the tears...
Show me the way when I've lost my own
And who's never too busy
To answer the phone
That's my prayer for today...
Lord.... I need a friend....
If I am to walk this way.

Dear lost shattered soul
You float around this world carrying a heavy load
Not knowing where you ought to go.
You seem not to fit anywhere
Like a square peg in a round hole
You’re weary and dark
Your light faded long ago
You’ve searched for some small spark
To ignite your presence
But only sadness and anger
Has boiled inside your essence
You’ve turned from darkness to a black hole
Wishing and hoping that your existence would just go
Instead you float on like a single surviving wing
Of an Angel that died long ago
You scream into your darkness
Overwhelmed with pain
That seems to be stronger
With each passing day
You are blind to the brightness
That is consumed within your screams
It battles the darkness
For some kind of way in
Endless tears of anguish and torture
Is all you allow yourself to see
As you question why you should be

A love that never grows a feeling that never shows a place where the sun never shines a love that should be mine but will never be a game of chess that no one wins we will never be back here again closing the door with out a key running thru life with no destiny just a empty hole in the heart that stays in one peace be cause it's never been broken

She look into his eyes and knew he hurt, by the way he held his head away from crowd...
She saw someone approach him and the smile was there, as if by magic it appeared...

She knew everyone thought all was well, when in reality he was living in hell...
He stretched out his hand to take a drink, and standing so close her eyes on the glass she saw his fingers clink...

It hurt her heart, She felt his pain...
Knowing what it feels like to love someone, who may never feel the same...

Doris Lessing is dead,
And she's not a feminist,
An uninhibited outspoken novelist,
She's also sociable and artistic.




Mind you she's no easy meat,
Won the Nobel Prize for a lifetime writing,
Passed away at the age of ninety four,
And her memories through her books will continue.




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I live on an island with many a shore,
I love my children forever more,
Do we see each other or ever meet,
The lottery has more chance to greet,

What is life but a lineage,
do we ever gain much mileage,
Friends and family we adore,
but too life is there much more,

I have memories in my mind that would scare you to death,
You carry baggage in life but not in depth,
Friends and mates that did not escape,
Left you with memories that cannot be scraped,

All my life I have carried these thoughts,
Does it do anything but nought,
Dreams may come and they may go,
But for some it is all a show

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,

you have no clue what I’m thinking, girl
you speak to me of your ideal world
our passage of time is fast growing short
with every utter you may retort
I set you straight, you start to scream
you'll soon awaken from this dream
abiding you has tired me
I can't go on like this...you see
your narrow-minded fantasy faded
foundation is crumbling, our life jaded
spoiled little girl...you haven't grown
'pears now it's time for me to move on
think back to that said, our wedding day
that we'd stick together, come what may
those feelings have not stood the test of time
our unknown future was too steep a climb
and I'm through hauling burden up that hill
no more stomach for you, I've had my fill

I picked some pretty flowers
to take home to mum
I got soaked with April showers
never knew how fast I could run.
 
Mum put them in her bestest
vase then gave me a big hug
and told me I was the sweetest
child she ever knew, I was so smug.
 
Then dad came home drunk again
slapped Mum threw the flowers
to the floor Mum looked in pain
on and on he ranted for hours.
 
Some kid's have fairy tale lives
with a Mum and Dad
who love each other, and never wield  knives
when Dad is dead, I will be glad.