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My life rushes to empty activities
Until it's time lay awake in bed
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Sorry I have not been writing or commenting much. I was away traveling. When I returned I got sick for about 3 weeks. Now I have injured my left arm which already had tendentious. I am trying to avoid using it which primarily
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Not an Irishman by birth he was sent
Back to the land where he was enslaved
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Mocked, taunted, ridiculed, striped he bore my shame.
Beaten, whipped pierced, stabbed, he took my pain.
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Hello loneliness my old friend I have come to visit you again
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I killed Cupid. Yes, I did.
Crushed him, beat him
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As long as I can remember I've hated V.D.
Like Charlie Brown waiting for the card that never came
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1-If you could be anywhere right now, where would you be? Doing what? With whom? Why aren't you there right now?
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You and I should never marry.
I would be committed to love
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Running around the house was so much fun
Laughing and giggling with childish delight
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How is there purpose in a friend's suicide, how? Broken empty heart ever breaking broken
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Rejection feeds lonely soul's rejection
Pain numbs sorrow burying deep the pain
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Dare I write you a love poem for your Birthday?
For a man to express love to a woman bound
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Adventure calls me to an adventure
Time to test courage built over time
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To hold you as one united from two Catch your tears when despair is what you catch
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I make strides tentatively across streets,
A child scared to move though the risk ahead
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I'm a poem written with divine love On the canvas inside my heart he wrote
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Gray mist crept over fields of amber gray
Silence stilled the sound of distressed silence
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Lie of fantasy dreams wherein I lie
I am entranced by images of her eye
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Princess is her name and to eyes she's a princess
Men behold her glory for she's a gift to men
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I laughed, I smiled, No God, No God I cried
What right, what wrong I blurred what felt as one
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Reminded again I've been reminded
Alone I am and destined to be alone
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Be still my soul in my resting place be
Peace be still be found in my broken piece
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Son, take a lesson from under the sun
Swift, young man, the race is not to the swift
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Call to me child of love and I will call
Sweet whisper scent of love so true and sweet
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