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Imagine lakes of dreams
Blood contained streams
Imagine oceans that behold undiscovered beings
Imagine human life depended off of cheers and games
Man design’s umbrellas
And eventually would play a part in acid rain
Imagine not wanting to smell another rose
Or touch another soul
Because of despair and shame
Imagine in the mist of your demise
You have the passion to rejoice and sing
Imagine driving pass shattered glass
The interior is soaked with blood stains
Your mind can't comprehend the fact
that it's a dead family in the next lane
Imagine dreaming for freedom
As a result by your neck you hang
Imagine for the sake of progress
You whip a man on his back and call him a slave.
Rage, Pain, Fortune, and fame
You don't have to imagine this
Because that's what life brings.
To love your country,
you must commit yourself indefinetly;
there are no doubts, or fears
when it comes to defend it fervently..
do it for the sake of your family,
or your countrymen who wish for peace!
They will send you to distant lands,
away from your loved ones...
to uphold freedom and its sanctity,
and you'll shine with bravery!
Anytime peace is threatened,
you'll retaliate and engage in combat,
true soldiers always fight with self-confidence,
never retreat in any circumstance!
There'll be days of fright , of darkness and despair,
and nights to shed tears on cold pillows;
no tender eyes to glance into or arms to embrace,
but surrendering distorts your honor!
As the mission comes to its end suddenly,
and you are one of the surviivors to declare victory,
although you'll also grieve for the fallen ones:
you'll wave your flag to the calmest skies!
To love your country,
you must avail yourself of dignity
and protect its borders vigilantly;
be aware of its tremendous cost:
risk your own life,or allow
the enemy to toast!
Dark as a demon, but with the soul of
an angel, he's a Portuguese Water
Dog who's never been to sea, but, as
he oughta, he loves water, and highly
proprietary when you're watching
TV, downtime is shared, so it's his paw
on your foot, or else it's his head.
Morning ablutions, one leg in the air,
he waters a thicket, which wakes up a
cricket who begins to sing. The world
is his lavatory. Noblesse Obligatory.
It's a Water Dog thing.
for my granddog...
When the world is bitter and cruel
remember my love i will comfort you.
When your heart is broken and lost
remember my love i will find you no matter what the cost.
When you have lost the will to go on
remember my love i will be the rock you can stand upon.
When the worries of your heart become too much to bare
remember my love i will always be there.
with hope in hand and i will always love you no matter the cost
remember my love you will never be lost.
I came here with flowers
held gently to my sobbing chest,
to bring them to my dearest;
I have departed from the living,
to come face to face with my ending...
I lay my flowers at this cold tombstone...
engraved with a name too sweet,
and yet so painful to call it out;
the heat in my throbbing veins
could warm it up with a loving wish before dawn;
but who can resurrect someone from death?
This morning is dazzled by an intense sun,
carnations, flags and tombstones
perfectly blend as the swaying pines
offer their breeze and soothing shade towards noon;
why are the noisy larks hiding,
and melancholically sing?
I rushed here to release these tears
and let them roll from these eyes,
like raindrops falling on this very quiet place:
where tranquility is as eternal as Paradise...
I lay my flowers at this cold tombstone,
feeling a presence so known;
others before me have knelt and cried,
not to forget whom they lost and dearly loved...
her heart is steaming with reason/ he got her body screaming
with semen/ emotions she's feeling/ is making her/ weak to her knees man/
scary temptation is on/ he got a chrome to her dome/as she lays face down in
the flow/ into her body he goes/ in the air waves/ she/ he/ screams/ curses/ and
moans/ is it by some body she knows part two is coming
Ballad of the poet
When the moon kissed the sun, and light spread upon the earth. *hh*
Bright and early,
early bird gets the worm.
With sullen time on stand by.... *DJ*"
Spurns emerald vallleys that blur upon my new-found perch *J.M.G*
While all nature wakes from sluber in timeless glory. *E.G*
Morning glory stroked by a ceremonious dandelion... whisp~ *K.D*
Bitter like morning breath.
Rooster crows, two songs, I share a note with him.
My cat rises to the sun of a new day.
Stretches into a c with her tongue curled and tail furled *S.K.*
My coffee offers the sweetest taste after a goodbye kiss.
Clever and warm, I twinkle to the new morning light,
as I step outside, something pierced my heart..
~Wing broken, his bow in tow, arrows strewn,
~No flight for thee, love lost, bent arrows I see," *R.M*
Everything I see, everything I feel around me.
Becomes a new song.
Born of many emotions.
I roll them on a paper with out a pen.
BUT! In my mind they speak clearly to me~
Look into My eyes with your heart... and there you will find your soul * R.A.D.*
"I hear an angel calling The beastly being within" *R.S*
A new creation awaits beyond the path of dreams content,
Eros and Cupid both shoot through my heart." *J.H.*
As the arrow's liquid enters my soul... *RON*
Will that winged creature with the bow and arrows stop blinking his eyes?" *R.P*
He has stretched his wings too far this time. *V.B.*
"His arrow of love is strumming my heart with golden grace. *L.M*
A Halo'd smile upon my face. * L.H*
Has suddenly turned to a grimace! *G.S.*
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I remember the very first time I saw you,
You wiped the sweat off your forehead,
I remember what all I use to say to you,
Followed my heart, I love you,
Maybe I needed to guard what I say,
Or express it in another way,
I hope I did you no harm,
Or is that what you call destiny,
Please know in your heart,
Eventhough how things played out,
My life and all its' worth,
Worth calling existing - living,
And without ever crossing paths,
My life would have been blah,
Words can not express how I feel about you,
Celebrate our love, if nothing more ever than be my best friend,
You are my very breath and hope of hearing from and possibly seeing you,
The very reason I make it through another day,
Our love we will celebrate far and away,
But in my heart, you are right here with me today,
I love you friend,
You make this world and all it contains worth living,
My heart smiles when it thinks of you,
I will somehow express my heart before I leave this earth,
So much I want to say,
I don't want to complicate things,
I just want you to be healthy, happy and carefree,
I know you love me,
You don't have to say it like I so often do,
I knew day one,
When I became good friends to you!
I love you, boo!
Best of luck,
Live like you were dying!
ANITA STEGALL THE TRUTH IS... IM IN LOVE WITH YOU THA PERSON YOU ARE THE WAY YOU ARE CALM, COOL & COLLECTIVE
THE TRUTH IS EVEN INN THA HARDEST OF TIMES YOU HELD MY HAND AND WHEN TIMES GOT HARD AND MY FEET COULD NO LONGER BEAR TOO WALK ON YOU GRACEFULLY CARRIED ME INN UR ARMS KISSED MY FOR HEAD AND WISPERED LOVE INTO MY HEART YOU SIMPILY SHOWED ME THE ART AND SMARTS OF LOVE AND CARING YOU PRESENTED YOURSELF AS A MOTHER, A SISTER AND BEST FRIEND
TRUTH IS NO MATTER HOW HARD TIMES GOT I KNEW IT WAS FOR EVER ME AND YOU
TRUTH IS YOU WERE MY VERY FIRST BLESSING TOO YOUNG TOO RELIZE SO I USED AND ABUSED UR HEART MIND ND SOUL
&& IN THA MIST OF IT ALL YOU NEVER STALLED NOR FELL SHORT TOO HAVE MY BACK AND RIDE YOU WERE ONLY A TOUCH AWAY
TRUTH IS IF I COULD TAKE AWAY ALL THA PAIN, THE YELLING, THA MEMMORYS THEY’D DISSAPIRE UR HEART BEYOND PURE
THE TRUTH IS INN MY EYES YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL AN ANGLE, INDEPENDENT, AH SILENET SOIJIAH
THE TRUTH IS INN MY EYES YOU WERE SIMPILY MY FIRST TRUE LOVE THA ONE TOO TEACH ME TOO GROW TOO STRETGHEN MY HEART
WHEN MY WINGS COULD NO LONGER HOLD ND I COULD NO LONGER SORE YOU FLEW FROM THA BLUE AND WRAPPED ME INTO YOUR WINGS AND TOGETHER WE SORED THROUGH IT ALL
-THIS IS MY LOVE LETTER OF TRUTH TOO ANITA STEGALL (MY BLESSING && GRANDMA I LOVE YOU)
My crazy Cousin.
My cousin calls me crazy poet
Cause I don’t think like others
I’ve not seen her since she was three
A Flower girl to us lovers
When we got wed in sixty five
But now we write and all
Oh lord, we two are so alike
It’s just remarkable.
In eight weeks time, she’s coming here
To good old western Oz
I know we’re going to get on well
I do, and that’s because
That girl is crazy just like me
And she likes a good old laugh
She seems to be a grand old bird
I’ll say on her behalf.
She’ll bring her man, and son with her
They’re all creative folk
She can paint and write as well
And boy, it is no joke
The kind of talent that they have
It will be a joy to me
To meet up with forgotten kin
I can’t wait for this to be.
11 August 2013 @ 1813hrs.