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Even though I cannot see you
I feel as if your by my side
When I heard your voice that first time
I couldn't help but smile

You made me feel loved again
Oh but how In sadness it all Ends
For you are Just my Friend

I understand that It cannot be
Oh trust me, I understand it!

Even though I sometimes miss you, I wouldn't dare to call
For I rather be just like this, then not have you at all
I love you in secret
It hurts me but at the same time I am happy that you're alright
I love you in secret
And so I'll continue with my life

Ive never met someone like you, peculiar in everyway
Once I heard your voice, that simply made my day!
And though I cannot say "I love you"
...even if sometimes I feel blue
In secret I'll always keep this feelings that I feel for you

I thought this would dim away
But time has made it strong
And even though you never say...
How could it go wrong?

If only you would let love back
Oh My! what we could have
But in Secret everything must stay, I will just pretend
I love you and you have no idea for you are just my Friend

Hello little bird
Can you show me
How you fly so high
I want to be
In the bluest of skies
Life could be amazing
If you could take the time
To teach me how you fly

So many things
Going wrong on the ground
Gravity does not know
It is not my biggest fear
What it thinks is good for me
Only causes more tears
Anyone could easily see

Just give me a little time
Before we start our take off
I want to earn your trust
That way its not just a jump
This will work out the first time
For your love will keep me up
Evan in the hardest of hard winds
Just promise me, To never give up

What cost friendship I was once asked?
Friendship has no cost as it is freely given.
Friendship is simply the result of
cultivating a generous soul.
The acts of kindness,caring,generosity,
encouragement shall plant seeds of friendship.
These heritage seeds will then grow and multiply and
help to produce a stong and resilent crop.
To a kind person it is but an act they
naturely do and is returned in kind.
To a charismatic person it is their comraderie
bestowed on others that reaps them friends.
To a giving person it is the gift they give that
circles the globe and is received in the other hand.
To a humourous person it is the act of sharing
of laughter to improve someone else's day.
To the strong person it is the act of assisting and going
out of their way with no thought of recompense.
All these things and more are the seeds that
grow the friendships and the cost is naught but
one's time which is pleasantly passed.
The cost is naught,but to be a kind,
giving and friendly person.
Should we think to charge for these
endowments then humanity is at risk.
If purchased or gotten by coercion than is it
truly friendship and can it be relied on. I think not.
These characteristics will have a price and strings attached.
Wars and words of value shall diminish the act
and leave us unsatisfied and chided.
This is instinctive in some and can be learned by others.
If not instinctive then should this not
be a mandatory life lesson course.
Consider and thence perhaps be self taught with conviction.

The Battle ©
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I always seek

To do what I thinks right,

But, sometimes, I get weak

When it gets night...

I usually say that I won't go

And do those things again;

Too often, though

It seems, that I give in...

I guess, perhaps,

That's what life's all about,

To take your slaps

And know the knife of doubt;

Then, when you think that you can't cope,

Can't get back up again,

To find some hope

And try, once more, to win...

What really counts the most

Is if we try;

Sometimes, we get to boast,

And, sometimes, cry...

So, when ' The Battle ' rages

And there's no peace in your head,

It's ' The Battle ' of the ages

Fought by millions now long dead...
If it's any help to know,

You're not alone;

That we each face a foe

That's not our own...

Our own lines of demarcation,

We each wage a war with sin;

Feel the same frustration,

Fight ' The Battle ' of within...

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The above poem was published in 1977 as Beacon©

Verse by Russ Miles.

When, over a dozen years later, I was set free from ' The Battle ', I wrote this last verse to include in any of the remaining copies that I had removed from the market place after suffering "An attack of conscience" in 1979.

Well, at last, ' The Battle's ' ended

In the night...

Not the way that I'd intended,

Through my might...

A peace treaty has been rendered,

Yes, a victory has been won...

It came after I'd surrendered

To God's One and Only Son...

KICK THE CAN ©

When I was young,

How I loved to 'Play the hero',

To be the one

Who set the others free;

But, now it's rough, I'm just 'Another zero',

It's hard enough

To just take care of me...

Yet, memory still retains the sight,

Of 'Standing up' for what was 'Right',

Of 'Taking turns' at waiting for the swing;

The 'Sleeping out' and 'Marshmallow roasts',

The stories we told about 'Terrible ghosts',

Deciding which girl 'I liked the most',

Then, giving that girl 'My ring'...

Of having a friend 'To stay over',

Of finding a 'Four leaf clover',

Folding the paper to make a 'Hat' or a 'Fan';

"He found a nickel, the lucky bum",

Sharing the 'Popsicle' or 'Bubble gum',

"Ready or not, here I come..."

Running to 'Kick the can'...

Of building a 'Fort'

Way up in a tree,

Of painting a sign

For 'Boys only',

Knowing the 'Crawdad'

Was going to pinch your hand;

The afternoon swimming

Down at the 'Creek',

The 'All day suckers',

And 'Sharing a lick' ,

Wishing 'To heck'

To grow up 'Real quick'...

Lord, I'd love another chance

To 'Kick the can'...

have you ever met them, never keep track a deed's in faith done, givin a help or hand up's them, face in gleam of their treasured life, a door with no lock, a heart of silk gold couraged excitement bubbled within, stories of life so willing to tell purvey'd with conviction an smilin day don'd strife, finger's worked raw to the bone to do what it takes to get it all done, salt of the earth truly they are, their doors always open, silk gold knocker's the sleeved heart that they wear ~

If someone is nice to you but never comes to where you live
it is a polite stranger

If someone comes where you live and thanks you for inviting
it is an acquaintance

If someone comes to where you live and says “I’m home”
it is a friend


If someone asks “how are you”
and wants to hear “fine”
it is a polite stranger

If someone asks “how are you” and listens how you are
and will wish you luck
it is an acquaintance

If someone asks “how are you” and wants to know how you are
and will interfere your life without you asking for that,
because whatever is happening to you he takes as happening to him
it is a friend



Do You Have A Friend?

Sitting alone in a room at 2 in the morning I try to search..
I search for reasons to convince myself I am fine, I search for reasons to stay,
but really I search for reasons to run!

I find myself again in that familiar place, the place in my mind that I visit so often. I know this space well, I know its loneliness, I know its emptiness, I know the yearnings that emerge from this corner, I know questions that arise. . . “What could have been?”, “The choices that were available?”, “Why didn’t I do something then? And why don’t I do something now?” “It may not be too late to change the mistake of living a lie?”

... these questions pound me again and again, I would have thought that after all this time they would give up, they would stop, or it would not trouble me so much. But they do not do that...the emptiness persists, even the tears are weary of falling an remain stagnant in abyss of my searching gaze... in the darkness I keep sitting alone...

As the clock continues to tick, I still sit alone, really alone. It’s dark. It’s soundless. It’s hollow. Its a loneliness that consumes everything in its blanket of evaporated emotions, it creeps its black claws around you and teases you to realize the “I don’t have anyone to call...” and call for what, who really is my true friend? That is a question that I’ve become less and less familiar with... a person who can entertain a crowd of over 800 and have endless associations on facebook, cannot find anyone to call a friend..

And which friend am I looking for, because there is really no one who will not judge me ... who will not use the first opportunity to give the “breaking news” of see this was the one who “had it all together”, clearly his life has been as miserable as ours ... so again alone, I wonder where have my real friends gone...

I remember a time, when I too pride in my circle of friends, boasted on them being there for me, fought for them with family, and inconvenienced myself to meet their demands... I thought they would be there forever....so where have they now?

I remember the entourage, I remember the false importance, the false commitments of “I’ll do anything for our friendship”, I remember those naïve days,
...so what happened?

Who changed?

Was it them? Was it me? Or was it the cliché called life?.

..why do I find myself at 33 years of age with no one to talk to and no desire to talk either?...
...All that remains is the familiarity of the dark room, the hunting of the hollow silence, the emptiness of the blank color around me... I am alone....really all alone!

Cry my angel
You are safe in my arms
I promise to tell none
Of your tears;
I’ll wipe them away
With a smile and a kiss. . . .

Cry my angel
You are safe in my arms
I promise I won’t let you go;
When your fists are pounding and your heart is bleeding
I’ll save you from love
I’ll save you with love. . . .

Cry my angel
You are safe in my arms
I promise you can fall apart-
I’ll pick up the pieces
And put them together
I’ll lend you a piece of my heart. . . .

Cry my angel
You safe in my arms
I promise I won’t walk away
Take your anger right here
Don’t hurt yourself-
Your words I won’t let hurt me.

Cry my angel
You are safe in my arms
I’m here and I’m not letting go
Until your heart is whole again
You stay in my arms
In my arms
I’m not letting go.

Take my hand and follow me
to that place I long to be.
Take my hand and trust my way,
in that place forever stay.
Follow me toward the sand;
we'll run and play, hand in hand.
Take my heart and hold it true;
forever I'll stay close to you.
Seize my words and listen well,
then forever I will tell.
Release your heart and feelings too,
just as I will do for you.
Trust your heart and follow me,
to that place we long to be.