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Been a While

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It’s been a while

Since you’ve hurt me this badly

It was just a matter of time sadly

When I needed you, you weren’t here

You were out with friends drinking beer

And more? How will I ever know?

I guess it wasn’t even that long ago

That you blew me off and blew someone else

Then made me feel the fault was in myself

So talented at making me the bad guy

While you have fun and roll so high

All the while blaming me for your deeds

Leaving me with my unfulfilled needs

Then mocking me for the feelings I have

Holding my broken heart as you laugh

And spit in my face while I cry

Hurting me to the point I’d rather die

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TBT: Hill and Holes

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When I was a child,

I ran about,

Playing in the thick mud,

Reading books every night,

Sleeping so softly,

On clouds so high,

With not a care in mind.

I fell in a deep hole,

Dark and damp,

The monster of puberty,

Dragged me down into its’ depths,

I slaved with my pen and paper,

And wrote unintelligible things,

My head was heavy with thought.

Alas, I climbed out,

And rose high atop a hill,

Now I shout what I might,

Smiling in the warm sun light,

Playing under the bright sky,

I nap ever so happily,

And I capture the words of the heart,

With a mind as clear as life.

Endure it Does

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Through fires raging
War drums banging
Our Love
Endure it does

Even when waters rise
When there’s stormy skies
Our Love
Endure it does

Ever climbing hills
It cannot be killed
Our Love
Endure it does

Though it has enemies
Who sabotage like thieves
Our Love
Endure it does

When we want to quit
We can’t live without it
Our Love
Endure it does

Worth more than gold
More than precious stone
Our Love
Endure it does

Like towering trees
Dancing in the breeze
Our Love
Endure it does

It’s strong as rock
Crumble it will not
Our Love
Endure it does

Even over time
It improves like wine
Our Love
Endure it does

Our love has no end
Ever will it mend
Our Love
Endure it does

TBT: The Cycle

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First Poem I ever wrote. Thought of it while working on the farm.

It is the superior man that falls the hardest,
At having lost his blood boils with jealousy and rage,
If his superiority discontinues he himself discontinues.
Life in its darkest form,
He falls at the mercy of Life from the clouds so high,
Onto the barren, jagged, untamed rocks of the Earth.
They have seen much of time, life,
They await its end,
Exposed themselves by time, life, they take life away.
Then another pawn takes his place in the majestic clouds.
To continue the rising and falling of power,
The Cycle.

Old Blue Jeans

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Somehow when days are filled with stress

I find that it often helps to dress

In something comfortable to wear

Like my oldest most worn out pair

Of frayed and faded blue jeans

They’re torn and pulled at the seams

But still when I pull them on my legs

The pressure melts from the days

Of deadlines, memos, expectations

Supervisors condemnations

Perhaps it’s simply how they fit

Whether I clean the house or sit

Watching shows that entertain me

Picking at the hole around my knee

Sipping black coffee hot and steamy

Imagining places more dreamy

Than the drudgery of modern life

Seems like little more than strife

Yet my old blue jeans remind me still

That life can be adventure, a thrill

So I’ll wear them, and wear them again

Because the real journey has yet to begin

Tap, Tap, Tap

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Tap Tap Tap
Send Send Send
Have no more time to spend

With expanding your mind
Or hunting treasures to find
Improving your body
Or strengthening your family

Nothing but Tap Tap Tap
Send Send Send
Only left with your best friend

Eyes fixed downward
Bow to your lord
Bent over like peasants
You lowly subjects

And just Tap Tap Tap
Send Send Send
Only this till the end

Slaves to the device in your hand
I beg your to break away if you can
Rejoin a world of relationships
Love people and forge friendships

No more Tap Tap Tap
Send Send Send
You can heal, you can mend

Be better than a tapping drone
Feeling so connected but really, alone
Stop allowing the drain of your soul
Let go and make living your goal

TBT: All You Need is Love

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another poem from my youth, cheesy but cute, and yes, I was a huge Beatles fan

To not have to worry about money or wealth,
To never have problems with sickness or health,
If food was free, and there was plenty for me,
If the world was at peace, and there was oil in the East,
It would be nice.
But everything is literally uncontrollable.
It is a nice dream, and an immense goal.
It’s not something that will change overnight.
Hopefully someday we can live in an utopia,
But until then we must survive,
And keep our hopes alive.
So to walk down the long and winding road,
All you need is love.
Everything else is lace on the tapestry of life.

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