The rhythm of life
mirrors those famous daffodils
swaying to the tune of the wind.
Bending without breaking.
Needing only the sun and breeze.
Homo sapiens, a different breed.
Forever wanting this and that.
Having through time
developed an overwhelming greed.
Grey no trace of soft yellows.
All will sadly end one day.
Not so the yellow daffodils.
The fields will be full
with their gentle rhythms,
the swaying of golden heads
in the breeze of life.
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Posted: Feb 2017
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sometimes I see clearly man's destruction of self.
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The sadness in our brown eyes as we danced to our lost song
Neither one of us was wrong
We stayed in our relationship way to long
Too much of our love had died
We forgot to keep an open eye
We had nothing but lost love
We tried to bring the relationship back to life
It couldn't survive
there's nothing left but to say good bye
I will always remember the day we fell in love
Good bye to you my lost dove
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Posted: Jan 2017
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Thinking of an old love
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Follow me, sage father
Tempered with the ages
Embodied in a ghost
Never seen
Where lies my hope
Deaf as a post
To all my suffering
Follow me, exalted past
On fields of glory
All honor makes
Never forgetting
The stories told
From turning pages
In recesses of my mind
Follow me, heart pure
Filtered by the ashes
Of all my failures
Cleansed by fire
Escaping no one
Resurrections made
And wounds healed
Follow me, wizened lady
Reading tea leaves
Arranged by nature
At the bottom
Of my cup of fears
Forecast my future
With all its tears
Follow me, natural soul
Who lifts me higher
On tides of hope
Beyond the safety
Of those would hang
Me on a rope
With no remorse
Follow me, immortal mother
Whose love I knew
Born of pleasure
Her seed good measure
From which I grew
Into her treasure
Behold in her eye
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Posted: Sep 2013
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Very abstract sense of spirituality within myself...
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I was cast in shadows of doubts
Where I would stand in winter woods
Surrounded by these long straight bars
Stretching majestically away from the sun
So that standing behind each tall bare tree
Rising right high over me or under me
Not always knowing which direction
Will leads me home or away to darkness
And as always light should follow me
Shining path I will follow along the way
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Posted: Dec 2017
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Inside and outside my shadow.
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Im so proud of you my love
Humbled by what you can create
Pleased by how you see the world
Immensely impressed by your kindness
Awed by your understanding and wisdom
Lifted by your courage and strength
In great admiration of your drive and energy to have a better life
Your endless and selfless generosity towards others
Family or strangers
I'm simply blessed as your mother
Your commitment to grow and change
And on and on
I am around you always
learning more as a student of life because of you.
You are the epitome of humility yet acceptance that adversity creates a strong character to be good in many ways.
We are blessed, your brother and sisters, your dad, and everyone around you
Specially your one and only son, my Jaxon Jaymes, I am truly humbled.
I love you
Always,
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Posted: May 2017
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There are so many things in life that we can truly feel blessed. My children are more than one o many reasons 9 II feel how great life is.
This is a dedication to one of my daughters, my junior, my Camille. I have three wonderful daughters. The two older ones are married and settled in life. My junior opts to live a life alone and yet I feel she's so complete and happy. She's very strongand capable that she's more into helping so many people specially her beloved brother, my one and only son.
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I simply adore you my first true love.
You built the foundation of love and fear within me.
Before you were born I was fearless and strong about anything
Then you came, I became vulnerable, weak to the notion that if something happened to you
My world would simply crash. .vanish and I would simply crumble. ..
Yes, you taught me the true meaning of love. ..my world changed
For the better because of you
Believe it or not, but that was my truth then
And still remains the same.
You might not hear from me everyday, but know that I always think of you.
I love you. .
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Posted: May 2017
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When my first daughter was born. .
I simply felt my whole world and future changed.
42 years today and I still remember very vividly how I felt.
Thank you Lord for all my children.
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Do you know that shade of red
Existed in any collage of colors
Pastels of fragrance flowers
Never really seem grey and red
Next to an ol' red squirrel
Busting through some autumn leaves
Busy in his own thoughts
Less weary than before
As the seasons change
His life for evermore
What has always been
Season by season begins
With greatness and birth
Why this season ever ends
Mysteries of the Earth
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Posted: Sep 2017
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Abstract of life.
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He stood proud and strong
this monument of a bygone man.
His helmet glistened
shield and staff held high.
But I heard his cry
"pigeons be gone
your shit is eroding my metal."
"Silly monument, I said
in my head.
Bygone men were real
made of stronger steel.
The shit they had to bare
certainly did not scare.
They survive through you.
So cut the crap,
for now, it's raining
the shit away.
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Posted: Jan 2017
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It had to be said ha ha
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the grave is our destiny
where none whatsoever can be changed
it's a wholesome place all to yourself
and nothing accompanying you but the wind
you hear nothing, not even their tears
that builds up from rivers to oceans
if only it was said before your destiny
perhaps it'd have made a difference
now you're all alone sad and forlorn
a world only you can dwell
but I know deep in my heart
everything you've had is remembered well
oh rest my love, soon I'll be there
where fate crossed not in this life
but somewhere love knows no bounds
and our love once more entwined
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Posted: Jun 2022
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Soon we'll all meet our Maker
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The Inevitability of those that search it
The blame leaches that think they are worth it
Wow es me, its just my luck,
Alas im nice, a usual iq f*ck,
The blame game starts with want,
Followed by blame, friends, them, family and shant,
But its never ones fault for then this leech is visible,
And you see what they want…yours and there life to be both miserable
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Posted: Nov 2015
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accolades are nice...aren't they ?
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