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Falling Rain

As the rain falls down on me,
Before the end of the day.
Curtains will rise once more,
During the final play.
Even as the sun goes down,
Falling from the sky.
Greeting us the stars will shine.
Heaven knows why.
I often wonder if we deserve this
Justice 
Kindness
Life.
Meaning that if we don't give it,
Never will we spare strife.
Oppressing the weak,
Persuing the poor.
Questioning some things
Realizing more.
Still as life goes on 
Trying as we might.
Ultimately loosing
Violently in this fight
We cant go on in life like this.
X-ing out everything
You were the first bell in my life but
Z is the last to ring.


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RAIN SHOWERS

The Earth dry and bare; waiting eagerly for the drops of care;
 


Caught in the hot, steaming summer’s snare;
 


The flowers and creepers decorating window sills; all look desolate and ill;
 


As the nature withers away in the sun’s merciless glare.
 


 
 


The men and the wives; the kids and the wild;
 


All are enduring the summer’s waterless exile;
 


They are waiting for the rain; to relieve them of the heat pain;
 


And of that life which has become a sweaty turmoil.
 


 
 


The wind strong and gusty; makes the roads yellow and dusty;
 


And the air around becomes suffocating and musty;
 


The birds forget to sing; their lilting, musical thing;
 


Even as the tree leaves wristle and make noise so husky.
 


 
 


Then come the Monsoon showers; falling first on boughs and flowers;
 


Making the trees and plants glisten and glower;
 


So the monsoon comes in grace; driving away summer’s trace;
 


Lashing at window-panes with its all-reigning power.
 


 
 


As the monsoon drives away the summer heat; with its raining rhythm off-beat;
 


And the flower buds open up to return it’s greet;
 


And as the water seeps in soil; a refreshing fragrance arise;
 


While the rain continuous to cool down hot gardens and streets.
 


 
 


The Earth grows green; and water droplets gleam;
 


On the smooth, waxy surfaces of the leaves;
 


Everywhere the flowers grow; in pink, red, white or yellow;
 


While buds make their way blushingly between tendrils.
 


 
 
 The wet and soft soil; now grows fertile;
 


And tender green plantlets push through the Earth in style;
 


Through soil the tiny saplings peep; as their sown seeds begin to reap;
 


And the plants and crops shake off the Earth’s temporary curse sterile.
 


 
 


As the raindrops go pitter-patter; water in puddles begins to gather;
 


And the little birds begin to chirp, twitter and chatter;
 


The insects begin to hum along; their irritating and happy song;
 


While due to rain and wind the roofs on houses begin to chatter.
 


 
 


As the showers for some moments cease; after giving Earth life’s new lease;
 


And the pitter-patter of rain is gently appeased;
 


The sun coyly shines; a cloud it half hides behind;
 


While the fluffy clouds move along with the cool breeze.
 


 
 


The fields now green and bright; are an artist’s sheer delight;
 


Pleasing to the senses of smell and sight;
 


The fresh air so sweet to breathe; that with pleasure the body writhes;
 


In the newly born rainy sunlight.
 


 
 


But this sunlight so quickly goes; as thunderstorms blow to and fro;
 


And Earth engulfs in darkness that now grows;
 


The wind rises and howls; with a voice that trembles all souls;
 


And day and night this gale roars.
 


 
 


The trees in fear tremble and shake; as leaves, twigs and branches break;
 


And the life of these trees is put up at stake;
 


Birds in nests cower with fright; and due to cold shiver with all their might;
 


And live in fearful anticipation of what else the storm may rake.
 


 
 
The monsoon now shows its ugly face; gone are its days of grace;
 


Rainy calamities take its place;
 


Cyclones and floods destruct worldwide; the raging sea throws up its tide;
 


“Nature reigns supreme”, we are forced to say.
 


 
 


Same is the life of man; may he do what he can;
 


But destiny will always play a hand;
 


What all will man control? So he should let destiny play its role;
 


And enjoy life and act as the situation will demand.
 


 
 


Somedays will shine the sun; those days life will be fun;
 


And work will be successful how much ever it’s done;
 


Somedays by the fun you will tire; and will long to get back into the attire;
 


Of normal life, however boring or glum.
 


 
 


Sometimes hope will come out; like a tiny plant sprouts;
 


And will remove from your mind every shade of doubt;
 


It will be a bright, hopeful ray; but for long it may not stay;
 


So we must make most of it when hope sprouts.
 


 
 


Just as the shower of joy; after summer comes out shy;
 


So shower of success will come when you have almost given up the try;
 


It will wash away your helpless sigh; and will give you a new will to try;
 


Which will help you succeed by-and-by.
 


 
 


Just as the sun goes behind the cloud; when thunder is heard aloud;
 


And darkness suddenly falls on Earth all around;
 


So also failure will touch you once; its upto you to prevent its repeated occurrence;
 


Or due to failure remain depression bound.
 


 
 


Sometimes through demotivation you will go; sometimes loads of success you'll know;
 


For we need all types of experience to make us grow;
 


Like some days it is wet; some days the sun for long doesn’t set;
 


But then it needs both the rain and the sun to make a RAINBOW…


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Rain For Tears

Thank you for crying for me today

My tears are sometimes an expression 
of the powerlessness I feel

Through my tears I release my sadness, my fears
and find answers

I am all thought out
Too tired to cry the hard tears
or softly weep myself to sleep
so thank you for crying for me today

You pound hard into the earth 
As though mixing an antidote of gladness 
to overcome my sadness 

I hear you tapping rhythmically and methodically against my windowpane 
message in code "Don't worry", "Don't worry"  you say

You rain softly as my sadness and fears fade
And I begin to find new meaning


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Grey Bird

On that cloudy weekend in June 
I hear a soft and graceful tune 
from the grey bird on the tree 
branch 
Singing sweet lullabies felt 
blessed in the moment 
My body tingles of joy at sight 
Gazing out through 
my open door,
Letting thoughts fly free
Releasing love out into the horizon 
Heart filled with emotion came 
over me 
Grey bird stood playing its tune 
for awhile and on the wings of 
letting go
Then as the rain fell from the 
sky the grey bird flew away 
gracefully 
I blew a kiss to the clouds and 
utterd these simple words of I 
Love You father ( who's now in 
heaven ) and yet I hope to hear 
that grey bird sing again once 
more for me 
Farewell, love your son

Poem contest for Debbie -referential


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Wet lips

Last night I stood in the rain in my underwear.
I allowed the rain to be.
I didn’t run as a child would, laughing and loving the moment. 
I didn’t shake myself and curse the wet weather as my Mother would.
Nor did I hurriedly open an umbrella in a vain effort to hide from it.
No...No...No...I let the rain be.

I stood there with gentle water dripping down my face.
I allowed the water to be.
I didn’t reach for a towel as my Mother always did.
I didn’t shake my head as a young girl might in the shower.
Nor did I quickly wipe the drops from my face with my hands.
No...No...No... I let the water be.
Something happened while I stood there soaking wet.
Some of the rain stopped at my mouth.
It was almost begging me to taste it.
I did not spit it out like an old woman might.
I did not wipe my mouth like young men do and cough.
Nor was I horrified by the rain on my lips.
No...No...No..The glorious rain allowed me to be.


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Rain

The Pigeons of life being set to fly,
fear in the raging hearts ,they just can't defy
for the lamenting eyes , when they turn vile
And the pleasant solitude of them, remains in exile..

Intrigued by the clouds, winds just followed
the charming loneliness , felt alone on its own
for the friend,whose war, as if it waged,
when the pain was warm enough...

Their love rained and soon everything erased..


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Sometimes I Like To Pretend Things Never Came To A End

Sometimes I like to pretend, things never came to a end. But over time, our love became a crime. I didn't know what we had, would ever end so bad. But then I knew things weren't right, when we started to fight. Now I walk down memory lane all the time, the pain is worst then committing a crime. We only caused eachother pain, but we were eachothers maine. I thought things would be alright, but I cried alot that night. I don't want things to change, without you my life is strange. You said you wanted me so much it started to hurt that you couldn't wait, now im just another person you hate. When you said you didn't care, I knew the person I loved was no longer there. You aren't the same, the new you is lame. We both fell, now it's hell. You use to always be here for me, like family. But now your nowhere in sight, things aren't right. Empty is all that I can feel, I still can't believe this is real. I didn't mean to let you get away, I didn't know what to say. Am i with the right guy, or am i telling myself a lie. I was afraid to loose what we had, but to you that choice was bad.


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Hageshem (The Rain)

A blast of smoke,   she falls
 beside his cold and soaking body;
 crying out    to deafened ears --
demoralized dehumanized
  ~A gunshot in the pouring rain so they can’t see her tears.


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Demon in the Night

I stand brave at might within my room 
Without a single sight of fear 
As thunder roars from outside 
My heart as pure as gold 
This ugly bloody demon came upon me 
Face so gruesome yet posed expression without a soul to take 
Here in a home of faith that lingers in 
Thou demon in the night you can not have my heart nor soul and steal it within this night 
As the demon spoke to me in tounges 
I could not understand words that's been spoken 
And as I pray on my knees with my merry roseary beds in palm 
I wished for this demon to banish forever from my sight
And never again to appear to me within thee night 
That demon in the night can harm me no more 
By Brian Otoole


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I became rain

I became rain 

hoping to fall  and 
touch on you.
drop by drop
I touched on your
skin
and fell into your
pupil
you started to run
away 
as if  you were
wishing to be free
but I was crying and
screaming
saying  "  I love
you " 
but you …you  once
again
did not hear me ,
damn it !
I became soil , my
love
For sure, you will
come 
and be mine..
I will then  tell
you
about  my love for
you..
 My  dear, 
I can´t be without
you..
Did I not tell you 
I can´t be without
you  ?


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My Rain

Knocks my door, the sound of rain outside
together sings along, all my blues inside
a sad melancholy, in its thunderous recite
flood of thoughts, not willing to go aside.
 
Not a scale above or a level of grain below
filling those sockets, dancing in their shallow
once again brim full, letting that river flow
volume in abundance, there's always more tomorrow.
 
Scenes pass abreast, the leftover days before
always find deceived, there's no one outdoor
moments in escape and waits by the shore
worn-out and weary, whats to say more.
 
Snared between ends, a tough of war
road of maze unwinds, never sure how far
disguised in cold, pillars no more in fear
another fate descends, a price to pay forever.


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running in the rain

Running in the rain
Running in the rain
Your running in the rain 
Not to get wet, As the drops fall on your head.
Trying to dodge each drop as they fall.
You keep running in the rain.
You have no umbrella for today.
The rain  drops do fall. 
Harder and harder. You don't want no more.
Run my friend the rain drops won't stop
They call for rain all week long.


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Rain Fall

thunder rolls,
 and my hear soars. 
my love for you grows each time i get a new message.
 my eyes are bright, the rain falls. 

and i fall along side with it.


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Dance In The Rain


Rain, it is so refreshing. 
Go outside.
Dance in the rain.
Hold your head back
let it wash all your pain away.
Throw your arms open wide
spin your body around.
Do not be afraid to show
what you are feeling inside.

Feel the small drops
as they fall on your face.
Swish the wet  grass 
between you bare toes.
Making you smile 
like the warmest embrace.

Feel the rain as it kisses your lips.
Open your mouth 
let the rain fall inside.
Taste the sweet nectar.

Feel as it falls on your skin
each drop like a caress of the wind.
Close  your eyes
let your mind soar...
Let your spirit out
feeling free.
As you run your 
fingers through your hair.

Listen to the melody 
it will soothe and comfort your heart.
Mother nature can heal you.
Dance in the rain
feel your soul take flight.

Let your mind be soothed
and wish for another rainy day.
copyrightacb2008


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THE SUN IN THIS RAIN

Catastrophe! 
catastrophe!! 
catastrophe!!!          
Our 
land 
so 
much 
holy 
for 
you 
i 
hear,  
As 
legs 
running 
helter 
skelter; 
Women 
on 
this 
land 
byeing 
their 
shelter. 
Catastrophe! 
Catastrophe!! 
Catastrophe!!!          
As 
children 
crying 
for 
dangling 
breast- 
in,In 
like 
the 
men 
fearless,fearing.Damsel 
of 
this 
land 
cannot 
be 
seeing.   
Catastrophe! 
Catastrophe!! 
Catastrophe!!!          
This 
mansions 
are 
meant 
for 
me,Fearless 
lion 
why 
picking 
their 
race,No 
one 
to 
tel 
me 
why 
all 
this?       
Catastrophe!
yet 
not 
catastrophe...Sun 
in 
this 
great 
rain:What 
a 
strange.


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Refreshing Rain

Rain dives down onto land
Grass oceans and even sand
Gently falls upon my hand
My reflection in the raindrop
Who is this I see
Ity bity drops of rain
Created high up in the sky
In the clouds is where it lies
Cleanses planet earth 
Soon after its birth
Washes away evil and sin
Gives one a sense of refreshment
Planet earth is truly a blessing
Wash away all earths pain
Earth. Please. 
Wash away my sins
Let the water rain down on me
Replenish myself to start a new
Slight regret gives off a sense of weight 
Heavy on my shoulders
I carry this around 
But I must accept my sins to set myself free


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when love is like rain

       Sometimes love is like rain
Immeasurable when outpoured
Or love is as a seed of a tridax
Cannot be taken back when given
Can love be as the sun
Brightening the very lives of all who see it

Is love truly a trap
As I have heard from my peers
Is it a diversion into doom
Is it a complicated path to hell before hell

I read from tales and legends
Of the time before time
When only love existed
A time before man was made
Before earth was born
Could this be true

Love is told to be beautiful and strong
And it will continue to exist
Till time shall end and begin again
Could this be its reality 
I’m standing still and waiting 
To see what love has to offer


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The Unexpected Visitor

It was a regular summer afternoon, dull & dreary,
Generally the mood around was tired & weary,
When suddenly the sun disappeared from the sky,
And black clouds from end to end began to glide.

To everyone’s surprise for it was Feb end,
The rain Gods seemed to be setting a strange trend,
For without any kind of warning nuzzle,
There began a gentle incessant drizzle.

Soaked in were the unwary by the sudden shower,
While ominously the black clouds continued to tower,
A flash of lightning, a lone thunder growl,
Amazed further the bemused souls.

Me in the meanwhile having been drenched too,
From my window now soaked in the mesmerizing view,
Saw the beauty, experienced the rains,
Felt the atmosphere with all my senses.

The glowing sky, the glistening trees,
The birds in them looking ill at ease,
The fragrance of wet soil overpowering my mind,
The weather was of a hypnotic kind.

The crisp cool air so fresh to breathe,
With an occasional whiff of a gentle breeze,
Raised up in me a joyous thrill,
As did the rain drops bouncing on my window sill.

At night though in a tone subdued,
The gradual pitter-patter continued,
By which into sleep I was gently lulled,
As into blankets I remained cuddled.

The morning was a sight to see,
The weather was calm, the rain had ceased,
The air was bracing & cool to sniff,
Awoke all my senses with its one whiff.

And the sky, it was such a ravishing sight,
Looking intensely fresh and bright,
The nature in general looked so clean,
As if through a laundry it had been.

At this point I saw towards the horizon,
Where among the multitude of clouds rose the sun,
And as its golden aura it spread around,
I stood there – one soul – silent & spellbound.


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Rain

The rain pours and pours heavily,
The darkness starts to seep in,
Fear creeps into many hearts,
In such a place I have been.

Many are here,
Many have left,
But the rain does not stop,
It leaves everything wet.

They say it should stop,
They say it should leave,
But the rains and darkness remain,
Unstoppable against anyone's need.


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What Rusts In The Rain

                        What Rusts In The Rain
(For The Memory Of William S. Burroughs 
& Typewriters)  

It is Lawrence, Kansas and the sky opens
up as if a doppelganger of all mothers and 
wombs
Leaving out rain as milk from its breasts 
onto
all things fertile
     Rangas of storm
A writer adores their typewriter.
They name it and ache in its lack of health 
and death.
Brother, the decades faded and the Beats 
and the Hippies
their dawns edges burning off in the 
sunlight of time
took flight on dusky dirges and are gone.
Generations come and go and that none 
of us can turn in protest against, too busy 
in our living and then our leaving.
Opiate, apt fruition.

There is no lover like a typewriter.
Stroke its keys.
Know its response.

Kansas, Dorothy's head all turned around 
and paisley.
You died and they left your typewriter in 
the backyard
of your last home, grass growing up into 
its spine.
No more pawning for what the soul was 
too terrified to
go without.
Maybe it is better here.
Waiting for the return of some living, freed 
dignity.
An ability to grow creative legs, talk again.
The scent of English Ovals on its skin


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Dancing in the Rain

Loving you is like dancing in the rain. Heaven and Earth expand while we dance together hand in hand. Two souls everlasting with pure intensity like exotic electricity. Raindrops falling on our bodies touching every inch of our core. Our passion ignites beyond control. Never let go, let's just keep dancing in the rain.


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summer rain

i lie down in the road
 no one around 
looking at the sky
 fluffy gray clouds fill my eyes
 i'm waiting
 i hear thunder in the distance 
its getting closer
 the wind picks up
 nice breeze flowing over me
 something cool and moist hits my cheek
 finally its here
 drops of water fall from heaven
 i close my eyes
 slightly cracking my lips
 just enough to taste the water in my mouth
 it starts pouring down
 my body cooling off 
from the summer heat
 im at peace
 listening to the sound of the rain
 rush down the sidewalk
 i smile and think to myself
 how i love summer rain


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rain

All around rain drops fall
Beneath my feet is cold and wet
Count the puddles on the ground
Dance to the sound of the storm
Every second at least a thousand drops fall
Far away I hear it roar
Getting closer by the minute
How it soothes my soul
It makes me feel relaxed inside
Just feel the wind in your hair
Keep listening
Loud thunder roars in my ears
More and more rain fall
Now the clouds are clearing up
Over the hills I see sunshine
Place your mind in peacefulness


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THE SUN IN THIS RAIN

Catastrophe! 
catastrophe!! 
catastrophe!!!          
Our 
land 
so 
much 
holy 
for 
you 
i 
hear,  
As 
legs 
running 
helter 
skelter; 
Women 
on 
this 
land 
byeing 
their 
shelter. 
Catastrophe! 
Catastrophe!! 
Catastrophe!!!          
As 
children 
crying 
for 
dangling 
breast- 
in,In 
like 
the 
men 
fearless,fearing.Damsel 
of 
this 
land 
cannot 
be 
seeing.   
Catastrophe! 
Catastrophe!! 
Catastrophe!!!          
This 
mansions 
are 
meant 
for 
me,Fearless 
lion 
why 
picking 
their 
race,No 
one 
to 
tel 
me 
why 
all 
this?       
Catastrophe!
yet 
not 
catastrophe...Sun 
in 
this 
great 
rain:What 
a 
strange.


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Monsoon Lullaby

Another sleepless night,
Lonely.
Not alone,
But, if only,
Love requited, 
Respect,
Despair.
I know better than this.
Tiny drops of bitter tears,
Sour grapes bloated on fears,
Silver moon, juniper breeze,
Tick, tock, tick.
Iridescent sands of time,
Fall.
Hourglass.
Hours crawl.
Seconds fly,
On broken wings.
Agony.
Ache.
Lightning in a lavender field,
Desperate love, refuse to yield.
Pitter-patter of tiny toes,
Heaven weeps above.
Drowning in your thirst,
Tease.
Begging.
Praying, please.
Grains of glitter,
Dance.
Jump.
Death upon descent.
Flutter shut, worn and weary,
Lashes, window, wet and teary.
A distant grumbling cry 
whispers.
Monsoon lullaby. 


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The storm

It rains at night 
When everyone is sleep
In the morning 
when the light peeks 
The sun shines 
As if everything is fine 
Noone has to know 
About the night time 
That the thunder is the pain 
And the storm is to blame 
But in the day everything is fine 
No rain just sunshine 
Noone has to know 
That at night time 
The rain falls 
The thunder roars 
Brings the storm 
Thinkin can't handle one more 
But day peeks 
here for one more 


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Daydreaming on wendsday morning

im sitting in class,
the rain keeps falling
my mother keeps calling
my mind is empty
but it keeps on thinking
the teacher stares at me
i feel like I’m shrinking
he’s trying so hard to gain my attention
But sadly I’m lost in a different dimension 
I don’t care anymore, **** what you say
your  useless, annoying, and put my thoughts in disarray
But the rain keeps falling
Mother keeps calling
my mind is filled with countless sadness
i answer the phone, and i feel so alone
the sounds i hear are loud and clear
im lost, im lost, im lost
in my own thoughts
the clock keeps ticking i wish it would pause
just sign the clause, sign the clause
sweet mary jane, mixed in the rain
my window pane sounds foreign and strange
your in my range your mine, but its too ealry for a valentine 
i take the ultimate risk, I give her a kiss
who would think i could daydream so twisted like this
I’m lost again in my mind as it spins
I gain focus, class has ended
This is fair better than the life I pretended
Now I can go off and take on the world
I was daydreaming in English of that one special girl


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The Child

Running through the rain the child trips and stumbles. While up above his head the sky ripples and rumbles. Splashing through the puddles on the concrete sidewalk, the child he runs in absolute fear.Tears mix with the rain upon his face, even as his rythemic cries reach his youthful ears. Not knowing what to do or who to ask for help, the child wanders aimlessly, watching the world around him as it melts.
Confused and terrified, the child feels that he is lost. He feels that noone loves him in this life, so depression became his boss. Slashed is his heart; his wounds refuse to heal. So he lashes out in fear; left behind is how he feels. 
Asphalt benieth his feet, the child collapses to his knees. He covers his face with his hands and sobs, " why me?" This child was lost until recently. Life had forced him to grow up fast. It had caused him to take responsibility for the actions of his past.
Desperately searching for an easy remedy, the child continuously cries out for help. 
The true identity of that child...
That child is me.


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THE SUN IN THIS RAIN

Catastrophe! 
catastrophe!! 
catastrophe!!!          
Our 
land 
so 
much 
holy 
for 
you 
i 
hear,  
As 
legs 
running 
helter 
skelter; 
Women 
on 
this 
land 
byeing 
their 
shelter. 
Catastrophe! 
Catastrophe!! 
Catastrophe!!!          
As 
children 
crying 
for 
dangling 
breast- 
in,In 
like 
the 
men 
fearless,fearing.Damsel 
of 
this 
land 
cannot 
be 
seeing.   
Catastrophe! 
Catastrophe!! 
Catastrophe!!!          
This 
mansions 
are 
meant 
for 
me,Fearless 
lion 
why 
picking 
their 
race,No 
one 
to 
tel 
me 
why 
all 
this?       
Catastrophe!
yet 
not 
catastrophe...Sun 
in 
this 
great 
rain:What 
a 
strange.


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Walking In The Rain



Silently walking as the rain drops kiss my body.
Trudging through the mud and wet grass
searching my mind for the words to heal the pain tearing at my heart.
Things said before
wielding our words like stabbing knives.
Tearing at hearts and ripping apart lives
Scars, they never got a chance to heal
As the hurt continues and we add to it 
blaming others.
A treacherous heart does make one a fool
I know somehow I must stop.
I am trying to choose carefully the words I speak
causing pain will not help.
If only mere words could take away pain
perhaps we could go back and start again...
Wishing cannot make it so ... so the question remains -- 
How to stop the drowning silence that reigns...
Just walking in the rain...
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