A man without fear is a man without hope A man without hope is a man without dreams One with no dreams leads many sleepless nights Too many thoughts of how it never comes out right A man without regrets is a man without truth A man without truth is…
Writings
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The Night Sea
Among a dark sea of faces, waves of music flowing through,a reflective sun above, my heart crushed by not one, but two. First, a chest from the past was dug and reopened my misery. Then a storm of unsatisfied expectations drowned hopes of a future love to be. All this…
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Great Week
It?s been a great week So much has transpired It?s been a grand week Even though I?ve been so tired I?ve learned happy endings Aren?t only in fairy tales And prayers are really answered True faith never fails Not saying this week was perfect I had many a concern Just…
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Desire
What is it to be desired? What could that be? To be wanted and admired? Cause it never happens to me They always wait For that other guy Making me always too late And leaving me with a sigh SO tired of never being wanted Of being second best Tired…
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Oreo Friends
2 good friends are like orea halves Each can make the other cry or laugh The only problem facing such a team Is which of the halves has the cream
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Chapter 6:00
The book is done. The cover closed. The battle won. The end exposed. I sit back and smile at the story I have read. It was truly worthwhile, and now I look ahead. The beginning was nice, but the end was bitter. Saddened it so concise, I will always remember…
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Ignorance
Ignorance is killing me from the inside out Inside is only dark shadows of doubt If ignorance is bliss, Then what the hell is this? I don’t know, I don’t know The goodness in my life doesn’t impress me But my problems shouldn’t cause this misery What do you call…
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Confusion
The blue sky of understanding Succumbs to clouds of the unknown Raindrops of confusion begin to fall On an already flooded landscape Waves of puddles crash through Their turbulent froth adding to the disarray
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Walls
Walls Imagine 4 Walls Black and High Much to the point Where they touch the sky You can sit there And weep and cry Much to the point To when you die Or you can look up And see the blue And praise the only color Bestowed upon you And…
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Thought
To breathe life into something new To think, to have thought, created, designed To attack your imagination with a coup The writings that quiver in the lair of your mind