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can you decipher the unwritten text
on a soldiers face
from the lines the creases make
can you read the text from
the wrinkles he expressed
it cannot be put in words
from a soldiers face
a soldiers day
seeing a grenade
blowing his friends to bits
can you read his face
that words cannot say
being shot in a leg
he defends a country he loves
wrinkles on his face tells a story
about love to his land
you won't see it in a written text
which only a soldiers wrinkles can express

My heart seems to have a language of it's own,
and maybe independence of thought as well.
My mind will tell my eyes to continue to roam,
As my heart sometimes says: "sit 'here' a spell".

When someone really special just happens along,
my heart seems to see what my eyes just can't.
It's not a matter of what's right or what's wrong,
but more a matter of what I should or what I shant.

Should I take the chance to get intimately acquainted
with a woman that my eyes say isn't meant for me?
My heart strings get tugged but my vision is tainted,
because of absence of beauty that my eyes can't see.

Or shant I trust this intuition of an intelligent heart,
that tells me there's rewards for following it's lead?
As in the past, my world because of LOVE fell apart,
when trustingly I obeyed my heart's voice to proceed!

So now, because of experience, I'm left in a quandary,
do I ignore my eyes in preference of my heart's voice?
Or do I carefully consider all the pain and dirty laundry,
that occurred as a result of following my heart's choice?

In pools of changing hue,
Rippling halo’s of reflected street lights,
Through curtains of rain,
Your eyes sparkling blue.
Just standing there in the wind’s restlessness,
An oasis of calm before the storm,
Watching the dark clouds against a black sky,
Exuding intoxicating peacefulness.
Your gentle voice flies against the breeze,
Calling me,
Across the miles,
Brought to me on the whisperings of trees.
Not lonely but alone,
Ever constant in my mind,
A miracle, just for being,
Always you, my love, my “Home”.

A cloak of red she
wore you thought it
was to adorn her.
This was not to be
for this cloak
it set her free.
Inside a beast
did roar but
the grandmother
sat at the door.
She had a
shotgun in hand
but not for
another it was
for her dear
granddaughter.
The witch had
cursed on her
a life of an
evil night for
when the moonlight
comes out the
beast does shout.
For it runs free
to tear and eat at
the human anatomy,
but this was not
to be you see
for with this cloak
of red it keeps the
demon deep down inside
there it can hide.

In the darkness i sit alone
I no longer feel at home
This house brings bad luck and pain
The memories make me go insane
my mind cant be at peace
I wish these thoughts and anguish would cease
The good times hurt more than the bad
The loss is so incredibly sad
Im a lone traveller now
I have to move on somehow
The weather maybe sunny and bright
Still inside a storm brews tonight
The clouds hang overhead
They are the ones filled with sadness and dread
The exterior of my face
Lies to all of my minds dark place
To be alone in company of others
Even when surrounded by sisters and brothers
The light so dim i cant see my feet
Cant seem to lift myself from my seat
The power of the mind can be a great thing
It also can be so torturing
I close my eyes and try and sleep again
escape from the reality
will that bring the end

I never met you
on that date,
we never connected
it wasn't great.
We didn't talk
The night away,
we didn't really
have much to say.
We never laughed
at each others jokes.
There was no
eye contact or
chemistry at all.
You weren't handsome,
you weren't the one.
I wasn't pretty enough..
for any fun.
I felt nothing
when I was with you.
I know you felt the
same way to.
We never hugged much
Or kissed,
there really wasn't
much of this.
There was no passion
for neither of us,
we didn't yearn
for each others touch.
We weren't sad
when we said goodbye,
not a tear drop
or even a good cry.
I wonder why????
Actually not a word
thus far,
is the truth!!!!!
But it has to be,
because
I'm forgotten
by you!!!

As dawn breaks, she can no longer wait.
The thirst is to great, to quench her palate.
A journey she takes, 10 miles straight.
Thru darkness she goes, a bucket she throws,
on top of her head.
Wild animals she dreads. Strangers lurking ahead.
Sweat covers her face, but with each step she takes.
A love of family awaits, left behind at her place.
An old rusty pipe. Just in sight. Cloudy stream of water,
opened to her delight!!

For some looking way down in
Seeing evil lurking deep
Tempting the soul to sin
Knowing what will reap

Others showing kindness
Unconditional acceptance and love
Eyes shining with brightness
A reflection from God above

People are coming
And leaving our life
Just like trains...
Hypocritical ones and real,
For a moment , like playing games...
Some will go deep
Into your soul
Whilst the others
Are like a going away smoke...
Coming... leaving...
Both leave a mark
In your heart.
But one day
When some of them
Will knock into your door
You will quietly say-
Sorry, there is no space
For you anymore.....

I have not seen you out for many a night,
what happened to you, my nocturnal friend?
You used to be a common evening sight,
but now those sightings have come to an end.

The only time I ever see you now
is when behind my steering wheel I’m sat,
and you are sprawled out on the road quite flat.
I wish you could avoid that fate somehow.

As soon as darkness fell you would be out,
on summer evenings you were always there,
foraging in hedgerows with your snout;
since then your nightly outings are but rare.

You curled into a ball when I came near
and straightened out again when I had gone.
I was no threat to you, my prickly one,
my presence did not need to cause you fear.

In gardens out of harm’s way at nightfall,
I wish you’d kept to your own habitat.
Better by far you curl into a ball
than get hit by a lorry and be flat.