I hate this mind that is given to me
for the words just never do cease.
This heart too is a fools game of quest
as it drowns in a salt forbidden sea!
Watch the curves I go around now, as I begin to write what I can't understand!
It happens all the time wasting this and wasting that
who are you and who am I and what have we done?
Chasing dreams I must be a fool!
For dreams aren't real,
if so where are they as my eyes open into the wake?
So what; and who cares?
Not me, this is what I do.
I run and hide for a hiding place to run to!
Misery and love it's all the same
as I was taught by my dear dear barer?
Did anyone care to see me change?
Hell no, they just walked away too!
I should have known
my heart was a gun and my mind a target.
Though what I felt and still today
as you stay your distance and lie to me,
who the hell am I and why won't you say?
Look at me and say that I am yours!
In the eyes can you gleem
and honestly say I was but just a dream?
A one night chance maybe
and the forgotten son of heavens love?
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Written February 4th, 2005
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Anulka - I am glad you enjoyed the poetry above and then enjoyed again the second time around. I, after reading your comment had to go and read it for myself. I hardly remember what I write as the words only pass through me in time of ages.
The line you speak of; in meaning my heart is of love and my mind is destroyed.
I wish I could enjoy this piece as you have, though it wrecks me in part to see what has been hurting me these years of my life.
Thank you for reading, your comment means a lot to me.
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Wow, what a great poem!
I first read it and enjoyed it simply for the words and the meaning.
Later, I read the comment you had written to someone else and saw that it had to do with your mother… I read it again, and enjoyed it even more for the second time. I loved the line: “my heart was a gun and my mind a target”
Anulka
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Sugar-And-Spice = Believe that all I write is true as this was written for my dear mother, not intended to be sad though as this is just the way it is. Thank you for reading my dear friend as I cherish it each time someone comments on the writings that flow through me.
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Aww, this is sad!
I'm sorry to hear if it's a true story. I hope you're feeling better. But the poem is very well written and flows together good. Keep writing! 
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