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| Diary of a Madman
Posted: 10/2/2007 12:56:28 AM | The Most Loved Person
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Pick me.
She has scars. He cant talk without a studder. She lives in a trailer.
He was a marine, she was a doctor, he was a loser, she was a sailor.
She made a movie. He killed a man. He made a movie, she killed her kids.
He cheated on me. She cheated on him. My kid died at 11 months of S.I.D.s.
Take a moment. Think about this. Can you be that most loved person? Can you be that dream?
What if you find half of that? What if you love and you wrangle in your heart? Could it be all that your dreams seam?
Could you be that Most Loved Person?
What if you took a bullet? What if the entire world heard you scream?
What if you woke up in the middle of this life, and it was just a real good dream?
What if you had it in your mind that she would be all you ever wanted?
Only to see her actually pull the trigger on the guns she said she would stick too?
What then?
Are you the most loved person?
Lets take a step further.
What if you bled for that person? What if you knew the color of your blood, and they had no clue?
What if they were to be questioned, and when they spoke of the love of their life, they didnt include you?
What if you helped them figure out things in their life, and what if it changed their life?
What if in you doing this, you made them a better husband, or even a better wife?
What if you werent the most loved person they have ever known?
What if you werent the most admired sword, stuck in the most admired stone?
What if he/she isnt yours?
When and where do you think about running towards? Is it a beach? Is it a life?
What if he wasnt the man? The one to be your husband? The one that could be your wife?
Life is a fickle entity. It changes and bumps against everything we hold true and promise to keep holy.
Yet, we fail when we let our heart run further than what our mind eye can comprehend....
In the end, we ourselves become, the most loved person.
I hate that about me. | |
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Posted: 10/2/2007 1:14:41 AM | Ive walked towards angels, with tears in my eyes. I spoke to them, asking for a reply.
Ive danced with angels and had them hold me close when I was in need. I learned to die.
Ive pushed square pegs into round holes, after much labor and much loss. I have tried to push every single part of black into the wholesome of white.
I have made a life of laughing and blashing, and pretty much come what may. I wasnt like you. I didnt have a life and a plan. I took what I made. Then I found you.
I walk towards angels now a days, and I see them pull away. I know the path I walk and dreams I seek. They dont like it. I tried to tell you that we should walk a different road as every single part of me bled. It was right.
We couldnt. So we bleed together.
The angels are wondering, exactly how this is going to end or even work.
And I cry before them. Begging my plea before God.
And when the dust settles... I still want this.
I still want to bleed on higher alters. I still want you to tell me ...
I still want.
I walk before angels, and tell them again about my want.
It cant be a bad thing... I was able to walk before angels, simply because of you... | |
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Posted: 10/6/2007 1:34:25 AM | Can I take back what I said? Can I retract the words that you chizeled in stone?
When I told you that being with you was amazing, and I could always stand to be alone.
When I told you that I wish the very best parts of you were real.
The feelings I expressed about your life, even if I wasnt part of the deal...
Can I take back what I said? Can I pull the words out of my mouth and start again?
Can I walk up to you now and tell you in front of God and the wounded, I embrase my sin?
Can I walk that fine line, and midway through, do all I can to destroy it and make it ours? Can I call you back? Can I stop being a closet fetish? Can I stop bleeding for just a few days? Can this heart mean a bit more than just a vacation?
Your beach is my hell. Your dream is my utmost worst fear. Your paradise is my insanity. Every single day is my one last painful kiss. Every single kiss is a cringe and a smile. Every single laugh is a sense of hope that fails when the tears start to fall.
Every single stitch in my heart, is followed by the erection of another brick wall.
They are standing out there, laughing at me. Ive become your clown. I dont see it that way, as I chase you in my dreams. A chalice I can never have. A feather never plucked. A dreamer in all my dreams and in all my waking moments... I am now truely ...
I shake as I come awake. I throw things around my room as the dream softly starts to fade. I seek help in friends, yet Im not a product of what they know, but rather a product of what you and I made. Im twisted again.
The twist in me is starting to feel familiar. I vomit as I feel its grey embrace. Its here. Until the next time I pull the trigger in vain.. its here. This road in front of me...
How quickly a heart can fall. How quickly white can become pain. How fast can you spin your head around and question this? Was it as fast as I spun mine? | |
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Posted: 10/6/2007 2:16:39 AM | Sit here with me for a little bit. Sit here and close your eyes.
Peal back the memories and, perhaps you and I can realize
We arent so bad.
You pulled a trigger, I drew a sword. We fell so hard. We cut so deep.
You stay over there, and I will stay here... neither one of us can sleep.
Sit here with me for a little bit. Sit here and close your eyes.
We planted so many things... I tried to help you, and didnt realize
Im burying you in the grave you wanted so bad to dig.
I am so bad.
I jumped at the invitation, and you lept at the dream. We cut so deep.
I cant stay over here, yet you can over there... tell me how to sleep?
Sit here with me for a little bit. Sit here and cut across my eyes.
I know its inside of you, but were going to let me be the blind one. I realize.
Im being burried in a grave that I dug for this gig.
You are so bad.
You were unhappy with the way it was all starting to unfold.
You spoke of the stories, the ones that you had left untold.
You told me that you were happy, but inside I know you cry.
Before you take that happy step, you would rather die.
Sit here with me for a little bit. Sit here with me and dont talk.
Im trying to tell my heart that were a passive pill.
Its all so bad... | |
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Posted: 10/6/2007 2:14:03 PM | Im an idiot... lol. I just realized a few of you have actually stopped by and posted. Forgive me for having my head so far up my ass that I failed to reply... so...
Bluesunshine...
Eric.....very intense......lots of amazing writes....you never cease to turn the fire up a notch! Thank you for putting into words, even though I know it's for you, what so many of us feel almost all the time......you rock my friend.
Thanks hon. Writting for me is starting to wash all over the place... lol. This is my little cabin by the lake. The place I can do/say things I normaly wouldnt in a "real" life. I thank you for stopping by.
Bubbles...
heya Cross, loved your wrting, im a bit of a lurker these days havent found my muse, tired of writing about the same old things so i look to others for inspiration... your thread is in the top three that i visit and i love it in here... keep it up bud!
Heya Bubbles! Ive never thought any of your writtings were all about " the same old things", I lurk in your thread quite often, and must say that often you rock me back on my heels. So, YOU keep it up as well!!
Again, I apologize for not replying or acknowledging your words and sentiments... my bad. Hope you all have a great weekend. There should be more drunken, misspelled writes tossed up in here soon... lol.
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Posted: 10/9/2007 11:02:08 AM | Have you ever heard that voice cry? Have you ever felt your heart ache, and knew exactly why?
Have you ever walked across the lakes of hell, trying to fix what you cant hold? Have you ever held your breath, holding back the things that should be told?
Its like holding onto black roses, waiting for them to become red. Its putting a bullet in the head of your dreams, remembering what cant be said.
Its standing in the fire, because its what makes the whole world smile. Its not being happy, because you have grown used to it after all this while.
I cant take it. You cant shake it. And here we are, so far away. We have the love, and we cant make it. All the words we're so affraid to say.
Have you ever heard that voice cry?
I did, and for the life of me... I cant stop it from doing so.
God, tell me why... | |
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Posted: 10/20/2007 2:44:11 AM | Lay me back, stretch me out wide.
Cut me deep, ensure its deep inside.
Take him away from me. Dont let me be me to him.
Slice away at my skin. Remind me of all of my sin.
Drive nails into my knees. Laugh at me when I bleed.
Tell him if just a dead beat, tell him I fail at his needs.
Cut me deeper. Cut me fine. Cut me for real.
Lay me open. Stretch me beyond my means.
Cut apart my life. All the while, ignore me and my screams.
Slice across my world. Step back and watch the blood pour.
Call me up at midnight, and tell me about your sore.
Do that. Do that with a smile. As you push him further from me.
Cut me deeper. Cut me fine. Cut me for real.
Hes growing older and Im here. What are you telling him day to day?
I eat bullets constantly and I dream of a life or even a chance to say...
Im still here. Im still your dad, Im not what you hear, Im still me!
But I know better. Im still here, and you hear about all I could one day be.
I lose. You lose your smile. I worry about my child. I turn into rage
I reach out to try and talk to you, but Im your FAD and I have this cage...
Bullets into dreams.
Hearts into screams.
Why did I ever do that?
... Because of you... | |
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Posted: 10/28/2007 12:05:43 AM | Your Life
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I walk in, with a skip in my step, and a smile on my face.
I look around with a smile in my eyes, and comment on your place.
I hug you and tell you its been far too long.
I talk with you awhile and everyone gets a long.
I talk to the kids and we talk about our day.
We have a coffee or a coke, and have so many things to say.
We laugh and share jokes that we know the other will understand.
You hear me laugh, and at times you reach out and touch my hand...
My Life
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I walk in twisting like a whirlwind, ready to seek and devour
I see your face and your smile, and my world turns ugly and sour.
You tell me its been awhile, and I slice the knife across my lips to make a smile
All the time I listen as I bleed before you. Its my life, lately, its become my style.
I see the kids and things inside of me twist. I want to reach out to realms you cant see
I kiss them and hold them, as parts inside of me die and my death inside shouts out at me.
You tell me your jokes and I am a whirlwind of lies and facades that show up from time to time.
You laugh and reach out an hold my hand... you have no idea the feelings I kill, just remembering my crime.
Our Life
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Look at me while I spin silently in place. Understand there are pieces missing.
You have the ability to calm me, but its not via the facade of the dream I have been wishing.
Or perhaps it is.
Yet I spin inside. You see the smile, I feel the storm. You hear the laugh, I feel the knife.
I hate the spin. It wrecks the times that you and I, them and I, her and I ... should always feel and feel for real.
You keep telling me there is no, Our life. I keep killing that part of my dream, but the spin keeps showing up. I spin. You keep saying... and I keep killing. It keeps spinning, and I keep turning.
What you see, what I feel and who we are... bleeds me dry tonight. | |
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Posted: 10/28/2007 8:18:26 PM | Dammit man.............love ya writes.....miss ya face!  | |
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Posted: 11/21/2007 3:05:29 AM | Wooden dolls all lined up in a row.
Things he wants, issues he faces
Things he has inside, that he knows.
Moving the dolls, memories he erases.
Calls in the night, emails in the morning.
So much skin yet to wash clean.
Close the door, look in the mirror... the mourning.
The things left yet unseen.
The ugly picture left untouched on the southern wall.
The wound to the chest that was never checked out.
The very first fear in the morning, when you hear that call.
That lie that he believes, the one that leaves little to no doubt.
He knows that step to take and he knows the answers are real.
The heart moves and slices, it wants what it wants and it knows how to feel.
So...
Slice it open and make it bleed. Cut it from tendon to artery, slice away its life.
He wants a fairy, and desires a dream. Cut the last parts of him away. End this strife.
Cut away at him, tell him its just a passing phase. Tell him that you were never there.
Slice away at his life, watch him bleed and tell him its all for good. Tell him its fair. | |
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Posted: 11/21/2007 3:27:45 AM | What they never say.
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Until Maybe do us part.
A life that we live. We pound it out hoping all will be well. We long for health and love.
Then life kicks.
Maybe we shake inside, perhaps we shake and twist in a world others can see. Yet shake we must.
We were together. One time it was a marriage. One time it was a fiance. One time it was pitty. One time I laughed. One time I cried. One time I bled.
We tried. Once. You couldnt walk the road I was walking down. Did you not like the path?
I remember every one of them. The scars I call by different names. I remember because they make me who I am now. They are the reason I dont look at you when you hold the door open at Wal Mart. I cant win. The trigger is so much easier to grasp than a chance at a failed smile.
I remember the street light across the sheets when I was being used. I remember hearing laughter when she said she found better.
I remember bending the realms of the world I currently held, to bring you back home. I remember you feeling happy and wanting me to go away.
I remember those times, and I remember the words I was unable to say.
I remember a blind knife.
I remember a hidden Judas.
I remember a young wife.
I remember a painful kiss.
I remember love being a dream
I remember hearing you and I laugh.
I remember hearing you and I scream.
I remember so much.
Closing my eyes, when the world thought I was sedated.
I was the wrong one. I was the one that was oh so wrong.
It wasnt until years later I saw the blood flow, and I knew this was all related.
It wasnt until then I started to hear your "rememberance" song.
Now I find you. Now I load another one into the chamber.
Now...
Until Maybe do you part... | |
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Posted: 11/25/2007 10:35:56 PM | That's good.....by the way.....really, really good...beautiful....as always......
But there's always a gun....or a bullet.....hmmmmmmmm
Love ya hon! | |
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Posted: 11/25/2007 10:50:52 PM | COLD
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I see you so far away. I see you look inside your mirror. I wonder what it is that you say. Your so far away.
I see the shadows that you left inside my life. I look inside the mirror of my life. I hear your voice, but I have nothing to say.
Im cold, so cold. But I've not gone anywhere. Im still right here.
Im the heat. But I melt only the stone inside. I just want you near.
When you see me, and you see me shake, know that its not always me you see.
There are times in your life, I am who I am, and there are times, when Im not me.
Walk a mile with me. The more you turn away, the more I forget to bleed. Yet, the more I do.
Walk that mile away from me. The one I have felt for so many years. Walking away, what should I do?
Im so cold inside. I forget the words to say. Im so lost across the miles I have no expression on my face.
Ive loved you from the very first night, but life tricked me into this ice. I need you to take me away from this place.
Im so tired of the frost. Im so tired of our loss. Im so tired of being away from you.
Im tired of being this cold. Im tired of knowing all about this pain. Just tell me what to do. | |
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Posted: 11/25/2007 11:46:43 PM | I sit her and I twist and I cringe. You dont understand this part of me do you?
Well its part of me. Its the part of me that sees you across the miles and I cant touch you. I cant reach you. I cant feel you. Yet I can bleed without you.
Can you close your eyes and feel the diamond rope? Fight the hope and feel the silver chain?
I really miss your voice in my ear. Although I have no idea who you are. I miss you in the faces I used to see. I miss you in the blood that boils. I miss you in the turning away from me. In that, I find that I need you.
You know me as much as I know you... and were both laying in a shadow bleeding silently. You're much better than me. I have a touch rich now and it will never be mine... and its so much better than me. I bleed when its all quiet.
My blood is so pure its so meant for real. Its poured out when I need its poured out when I feel... its.... me.
You're so needy. You're so beautiful.
I wont ever see you.
I wont ever be you.
I wont ever need you!
I will always bleed for you.
Tell me to go away, tell me its not this heart you want.
Shove that last spike inside of me.
Show me its in the shadows I was born to bleed... | |
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Posted: 12/2/2007 3:12:19 AM | For a Moment
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For a moment I heard you and I, and we were real. For a moment I felt like the sun may shine. For a moment I remember the days of old when dreams were real and you were mine. For a moment.
For a moment I thought I could pull you close to me. For a moment I thought about how you and I could so easily be... For a moment you thought so as well. For a moment we held each other a bit closer, and there wasnt a part of heaven that wasnt washed in hell. For a moment.
For a moment I didnt care what the masses thought. For a moment I remembered all the reasons I cried, and the reasons I fought. For a moment it was just you and I dancing in the rain. For a moment there was forever, and we were so very far away from all this pain. For a moment.
Come to me now. I need to feel your arms around me. I need to feel your kiss upon my life. Come to me while Im still shaking. Come to me, just for a moment.
Only for a moment in this life.. | |
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Posted: 12/8/2007 2:24:40 AM | Pace across the room, as your mind tries to quickly unwind. You're feeling overwhelmed. Push aside the logic, as your heart begins to explode. You're here and you're so lost. Is it really too late? How many years do you have left? How many years have you walked by with your hands over your eyes? What more do you want to do?
Hand over your eyes while you question and you search. You have already found that touch that pulls your hands away from your eyes, but what are you going to do for the next 20 years while you burry and cut away at your smile?
Its that door. Look at it. Name it. Walk towards it and through your tears try your damnest to nail it shut. Burn it down and make it fake. Look inside the flames and question all the things you have had to take. Open the burning door...
A dream, a crush a life not many will ever find. A hope, a reality, a love and a miss. A slip just once, with a kiss, and somehow I made your heart mine. Now just tell me its not.
Now just tell me that the blood and the tears I hold in my hand arent real. Now just tell me the words you say under your breath, or in your dreams, arent real.. tell me they are not...
I shake your hand and I cramp up inside. I broke down and revealed the feelings I was always supposed to hide. Compass logic and moss tree love... we're so damn lost.
I wont stop. There isnt a bone in my body that understands that. More importantly, there isnt a fiber of my heart that will ever walk away...
And then I felt the bullet.... | |
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Posted: 12/10/2007 9:34:12 PM | Push against an iron wall. Rip across my face,
as the tears begin to fall.
An iron wall, so long built. Pushing so hard,
feelings that are still being felt.
You say no when I cry yes, and I hear the love in your voice.
We take a few steps back, but run several towards... this love is our choice.
You said you would have been happier if it was me from the start.
What if life were different? What if you saw that you had the key to my heart?
What if?
Pushing against an iron wall. Rip across my life,
As our hearts show it all.
An iron wall, so long built. Its not my life to invade.
I want it to be the cramp and the hand, in the love that we have made.
Its just me. I will carry this bag of chains with me. | |
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Posted: 12/11/2007 2:24:28 AM | I know your reading this. I know your as confused as I.
I know your feeling this. I know that look in your eye.
Here I can speak, here I can talk. In this bubble I can explain this world.
I will dance with you. And I wont ever stop. I will walk with you, and I wont ever slow down. I will always look into your eyes and I will always see your smile. I will always love you, even after the song ends.
When you call an end to the handshakes, and I can no longer cramp in this life.... I will still love you, and I will still wish you were my...
I know your reading this. I know one day you will ask me to walk away.
There will be that day when there is a you and there is a me, and I willl have to quietly walk away. That day... I hate that day.
I know your reading this, and when you do. Know that you have my heart in your hands, and know that, I love you! | |
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Posted: 12/16/2007 1:06:53 AM | Blindfolds
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Another cup of coffe and another drop of blood. Another dream last night, and another deep breath.
Walking around, looking at this life and what it could be. Seeing this world in a dream, a dream of you and me.
Tell me you never think about it. Tell me its just me. Why did we get here?
You're looking from the outside, and you dont understand. You're the spectator. You're not the one holding my hand.
So I shall do the honorable thing. I will say the things that we said could never be said. I will be the silenced shadow, and put this dream to bed.
It just wont sleep.
Everyone hears the same thing from me.
Bullets and blood and pain on top of misery. Its getting kind of old.
So let me tell you a bit about her...
Have you ever kissed a morning? Have you ever seen a dove fly because it wanted to look around?
Have you ever had that mouring? Where you didnt want to do anything, where you didnt want to make a sound?
She is my kiss in the morning. My silence when this life turns grey.
She is the arms around me when I fail. She has the voice, when my heart lacks the words to say.
She looks at me and Im no longer the failure I see in the mirror. She kisses me and all of yesterday becomes clearer.
She makes me forget the street light in the window, that one last painful kiss.
Yet, I can never have her, according to her words. Its a life of happiness I will miss.
When she leaves this time, I will do my very best to try and hide.
As I love her so immensely, and blindfold my heart, and bury this inside.
The blindfold across my heart, cuts the one across my eyes.
When she leaves.. the blindfold in my world has to absorb the tears from my cries.
She will never know. How amazing she really is.
I tie another blindfold across my world, as I prepare for another day.
I blind myself in order to pretend this dance will never end.
The knot in the blindfold is starting to come undone...
I fear so much of what I will see... | |
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Posted: 12/16/2007 4:22:34 AM | These words wont rhyme. I dont have it in me.
This story , or rant, wont concern you. Its not your life.
This isnt about you, so there is no need to read, right?
This is about a dark room, a single thought and a question why.
A single life and a taken answer, and being the wrong guy.
Picture frame cords once again shoved threw my skin, sew my lips shut. Pushed off into a corner, I close my eyes. You are still the first vision I see. Cords tightly have my mouth closed, but the words of my eyes still remain. They sewed my mouth, clipped my wings, yet they failed to remove my eyes. The same eyes that look at you and see tomorrow. Those same eyes that hold you when they are closed.
The eyes that have never forgotten yesterday. The same eyes that close as I turn my head and walk away...
This last hope of you and I...
As you tell me its over... and the music starts to play.. | |
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Posted: 12/18/2007 3:24:37 AM | You never understood that very first kiss
You never understood that very first time, and how it played out
So you ran... and you ran.
Have you ever been in that place, holding the gun, when it wasnt yours?
Have you ever been seen crying in the rain? All the questions...
So you ran...
Have you ever heard her say no, I cant do this now?
And I ran... because life is to short.
If you want to tell me that you just arent sure, or that its confusing..
That you enjoy your time with me, because for the first time its amusing...
Keep up while I run.... because I want to run...
What if I died tomorrow? What if we walked away from paradise?
What if paradise had two roads, and you didnt walk...
What if you ran?
Have you ever found yourself tied to a life that wasnt what you wanted?
Have you ever found yourself in a world, that the love was real, and haunted?
So you ran...
You ran.
And I ran.
We run away... but where are we going?
We run, but there is one thing that this life can retort.
There is little need to run, in the end.
Because this life is cunning, and this life is far too short.
So why run?
Heaven is giving the signs.
There is no longer a need to run.
Yet, as I run past you across this lake of ice
I reach out for you, as you quickly run bye... | |
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Posted: 12/18/2007 4:09:43 PM | Hi Cross
Have a beer on me
Better make it a few
 
Getting serious in here mate
as across brittle ice we skate
reaching out for emptiness
for truly there is our success
in the leeching and the bleaching
of raw emotions pleading
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take it easy
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Posted: 12/22/2007 1:13:23 AM | My ole friend. So good to see a friendly face.
You still hold the reigns of the poetic chariot.
I hope all is well with you during this holiday season, my friend.
Cross
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Posted: 12/22/2007 1:23:09 AM | Last Dance in the Rain
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How many times have I been able to hold you close?
How many of those times, did I feel were going to be the last?
You have grown inside of me, and quelled my inner ghost.
The time we spent, ever second of every hour, passed by way too fast.
Holding strings of you, as the fullness of us slowly began to unravel.
Feeling whisps of you in my life, from the moment we met.
Pulling inside the strings of you, as you pulled my heart from the gravel.
Its another dream in my life, and another one that sees another sun set.
I always looked at it, as my last dance in the rain, but somehow felt...
I always loved the way the rain danced on us, as deep inside, for you I would melt.
I knew it was coming, Im not as blind as I pretend to be.
Today felt so hard like, your last dance in the rain with me. | |
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Posted: 12/24/2007 10:59:28 PM | Christmas Wishes.
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She sits alone, listening to the clock tick the seconds away.
The cats are fed, the fire is dying, the dog was let out today.
Rocking back and forth, the silence is getting so damn loud.
Another cup of tea, another glance at the clock. Where is that croud?
Laying awake in bed, not wanting tomorrow to actually arrive.
Its just another day, just another sunrise, realizing he is still alive.
Hes ten years old and Christmas doesnt hold its typical charm.
Things havent really been the same, since mom and dad lost the farm.
She isnt feeling well, her eyes are blurry, and her skin feels like its on fire.
She reaches out for something, in a hurry, but the world is lost to her desire.
The drought, the famine, the lack of medicinal supplies, its that time of year.
Rolling over to the dark side of the tent, she tries to quell all of her fear.
As the clock ticks its seconds away, something shows up on the T.V.
She wells up inside thinking, "This could help both them, as well as me!"
She picks up the phone, dials the number on the screen, as she looks out past her yard.
She smiles as her world brightens up a bit, giving the numbers off of her card.
Corporate man sits at his desk, as he sees a few more callers start to respond.
The childeren oversees will get a little bit more, from the kind folks, this side of the pond.
Maybe this is the season, maybe this is a time for gratitude, and not for causing harm.
Pulling out the papers, he signes yet another extention for the Morgans farm.
She wasnt sleeping well, as the man in white came into the tent.
She feels the prick inside her skin, yet knows exactly what this meant.
One more dream, and somehow one more day she may be allowed to live.
Closing her eyes, she thanks God for that one person that felt compelled to simply give.
She sits alone, listening to the clock tick the seconds away.
The cats are fed, the fire is dying, the dog was let out today.
She hangs up the phone, as a tear quickly touches her eye.
She never knew the impact she had that Christmas, as the world watched her die. | |
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