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It began as emotion,

More than you should bare.

It surfaced as tears.

Pure, fresh, and full of feeling.

It showed me your true self.



How can someone SO beautiful

Have so much pain inside?

It urges me to fold my arms

Around your graceful body,

Hold you close, and whisper

That all will soon be fine.


They say “experience the hurt,

To appreciate the pl...

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The Beggar Man

He wanders so, here and there

Walking circles in the air

No direction in this path

He simply views the aftermath

And looks back over many years

Which gave him all those countless fears

And brought him now to when he stands

To see the void which he commands


The sorry shell which he’s become

Contains an endless vacuum

Drawing out his heart and soul

To leave him with a pointless goal


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Sense me.
I am without, I am within.

Know me.
I am the pleasure, I am the sin.

Touch me.
I am the sadness, I am the Joy

Hold me.
I am the man, and I am the boy.

Feel me.
I am the torch, I am the flame.

Trust me.
I am the truth, I am the blame.

See me.
I am the many, I am the one.

Become me.
I am everything, I am none.


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The pain of separation

Because of you

Eternal bliss seemed possible.

Thoughts of you

Helped me get through each day.


How can we be apart?

And yet, I wake each morning alone

Imagining you’re with me.

Nobody should feel this way.

Except I do.

Should it be like this?


© 2009

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Bathed in misty fire glow,
It slowly slips out of character
Before the end of the days performance


Cloaks of grey cloud hang
Like attendants in the wind
Waiting to gently spread their arms,
And signal that the evening
Is on it's way.


Bur first, the reddened artist
Peeks from between the dusty layers
And makes a final curtain call,
Warming to the smiles of the audience
Bathed in it's glory.


Then ...

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A Memory

Out of sadness came a smile
You then asked me to stay a while
We talked, and laughed, and talked again
Our fingers touched, our hands, and then
It seemed as if we couldn't wait
There was no time to hesitate
For if we let the moment pass
It may well die, like Autumn grass
And fade away to nothingness

A memory........no more.......no less 

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