Flashback Friday: Star Search

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Ahhh…high school poems…nothing quite like knowing so little yet saying so much

I lay atop my bed; I’m bare,
I look up at the endlessly wide sky, and stare.
I cannot see the bright stars that glare,
Yet I know that they are there.
The girl I long to hold is out somewhere.

I must find her without any haste,
I long for her sweet lips to taste,
Without her life is but a waste.
Through my body coldness raced,
Only she can warm me with my heart embraced.


Flashback Friday: Stream of Beauty

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The golden dew falls from the dark sky,
Calmly collected in a pool of your eye;
The tiny ignorant violator will sadly cry,
For yours is the soul that will fly,
He grows old and ugly and slowly dies,
while the world patiently watches and sighs.

A warm and tingling feeling flows,
Through your body from your head to toes,
The wise and insightful see and know,
Stinging sweet sweat drips at your nose,
Into a cool softly flowing stream it goes,
Your beauty is stunning, I propose,
a union?

Flashback Friday: Change of Clothes


I haven’t read this is a decade…it made me chuckle

A woman of stature enters
Tall and elegant she glides
What is it though, at the center?
Her beautiful, sparkling dress hides
The black ugliness is on the inside.

No one can see through her style
She is a glimmering example of perfection
An illness has infected her for awhile
Still her clothes make look like a confection
I appall her brilliant deception.

Flash Back Friday: When Chaos Catches

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When a thick dark dank fog
Encircles the valley like a bog
And chokes the radiant sun
Ears straining to hear the gun.

As fears grip the lungs and squeeze
Chaos overcomes the mind with ease
Crippling legs like a black cancer
You’re at a loss for the healing answer.

Your enemies stand right beside you
With hopeful eyes. Each time is a new
Battle that must be bravely won,
Alas one thing is left to be done.

Look not for an ally to help the fight
For it is you who holds all the might
You cannot put forth your best
Until your mind is at rest.

So breathe easy and steady my friend
For soon, very soon, it will end
When the legs suddenly take ill
Your heart can win with shear will.

Flashback Friday: Going Down

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A soft sweet rain falls on my face,
I never want to leave this tranquil place,
A breeze blows coolly through my shirt,
My damp pants are covered with dark dirt,
The sky is lifeless with gray clouds,
My bones cleaned eagerly by cows.

Sunk deeply in the thick clinging mud,
My salty tears form a small puddle
On my cheek, roots entangle my body
Turning my skin to a fine light sod;
Not yet! I climb from my hole,
You will never get to take my soul.
Too hell you will be sent to burn,
And sit there you will for eternity,
Giant rocks weigh you down,
A fate fitting for a social clown,
Still I walk among the living.
I will never go down without fighting.

Flashback Friday: Fine Young Bloke

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Sprouts push hard against the stubborn earth
Everyday, we witness the miracle of birth
While a wise, kind, and caring being is dying,
A tiny young bird falls, and begins flying

A boy heaves a stone and learns to kill,
In the vast world some people are not free still,
Someone raises up in anger and shouts,
In the intelligence of men there still lay doubts;

A heart is toyed with and broke,
By a careless but rather fine young bloke,
It is a miracle for anyone to stand,
Alas all I want is to hold someone’s hand.

Devil with a Halo

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I wrote this in high school. Interesting reading things I wrote then and wondering what was going through my head

For those who live in the bustle of the law,
Years and years through rock you did claw,
To see the smiles on the faces of Ma and Pa,
Do you ever think of all the blood you draw?

Pouring out words like no tomorrow,
No thought to the lies that you borrow,
If paid you would surely kill a sparrow,
In the mirror you look like a devil with a halo.

You’re going down hard and fast,
Maybe we’ll be obliged to give you the gas,
To save those who kill we’ll hold a mass,
But you will only be a thought in the past.

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