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Embracing Fault: a Love's Redemption

In the depths of my own fault, I find,
A longing to mend what's left behind,
No blame to cast upon your name,
For in my own mirror, I see my shame.

With pleading eyes, I seek your gaze,
Yet you turn away, lost in a haze,
If only you could witness the truth I hold,
Choosing you, forsaking fears untold.

Let my thoughts fade, and my heart prevail,
Together, we're destined, destined not to fail,
Through the trials you've imposed on me,
Through pain and deceit, a tangled decree.

Why do I search for reasons to keep,
A bond that's fragile, causing me to weep?
I alter my stride, my very breath,
To feel my heart's leap, conquering death.

Some days I can't face my shattered soul,
You've torn me apart, taking your toll,
But strength resides within me, untamed,
I know I'll endure, never to be maimed.

Yet when you depart, my world ablaze,
The flames consume me, a scorching haze,
But I'll silence my mind, and listen instead,
To the whispers of love that my heart has bred.

There's no division, no rift to mend,
Against all odds, our souls transcend,
Through pain you inflicted, a treacherous tide,
I persist in seeking reasons to abide.

For in my heart, I find the solace I seek,
Amidst the turmoil, love's whispers speak,
No, I won't be severed, I won't let go,
With reasons abundant, our love shall grow.

In the realm of my heart, I'll firmly reside,
With you by my side, our spirits shall glide,
Through trials and torment, we'll defy,
For reasons to keep you, I can't deny.

So, let me forsake my misguided mind,
Embrace the love that in my heart I find,
With no blame to bestow, no fault to pursue,
I choose to keep you, for my soul yearns for you.

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Blaze of Bullets

Sitting outside in the cold wet mud,
Hearing footprints thud and thud,
Hearing the cry if men who die,
Watching the spider eat the fly,

Bang bang gotthe guns,
Listening to helpless men run,
Bullets of death fly in the air,
Killing them cold, leaving them bare,

Blaze of bullets,
Small rusted golden nuggets,
Coming in all shapes and sizes,
Receiving them like painful surprises,

I want to be afraid but I simply can't,
Or shall I be afraid? No I shan't,
Showing it would mean I am frigid and weak,
A small boy all pale and bleak,

For am I wicked and cruel,
To shoot a man who follows a fool,
But shall not fall to the for,
Never to let my emotions show,

Blazing at me the cruel little things,
A ringing in my ear I hear them sing,
For gazing out at no man's land, at the dark despair,
It's empty and scary but I do not care,

We all don't like this whole crumpling affair,
Low on food, too little to share,
But yet weshow our kind and caring hearts,
Like band if brothers never to part,

A repeat of loud angry and frightened men shout,
"Show yourselves you lazy louts",
Drunk and ignorant they show no fear,
For them I shed no emotional tear,

A cruel coldness clings to me,
The nightly trenches I forget what I see,
Sharp barbed wire stabs my mortal thigh,
Holding in my muffled cry,

For when I grow old, dull and grey,
Writing this poem on this miserable day,
Crouching in cold, damp much next to my mullet,
Never shall I forget the Blaze of Bullets.

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Mother Mine

I see you breathe,
I watch you cry,
I hear you laugh,
Your my mother, mother mine. 

I lie,
We fight, 
I break you down,
Stubborn but fierce,
An heir who's yet to bear your crown.


You're the voice in my head,
Telling me right from wrong,
The never ending conscience,
A repetitive song. 

I see your mournful, 
You're silent in days I've failed,
Your my mother; my heart's in anguish,
For your silence has ailed. 

My actions and choices, equivocal to say,
That I'm doing my best to be more than I am,
The babe you named and here to stay,
I'll love you more with each passing day. 

I am what I am,
A free spirit you bore,
The tiny thing you held,
I'm growing and still learning evermore. 

Your my mother,
My creator,
A woman so strong,
My mirrored other, stubborn when we're wrong, 

I yearn for your words,
Your hand to extend and feel your embrace,
Never shall I surrender, never will I cease to try,
For you're my mother, mother mine.

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The Final Piece

There are the bonds we forge at birth,
There are ties we have upon this earth,
Bound to one another until our eternal rest,
For to love and loss is the cruelest test.

We build each other up; we bring each other down,
From cherubic faces to the ragged frown,
We shout; we cry; we laugh,
Guiding one and all on their path.

How do we influence the ones we adore?
Are we crashing waves? Or gentle ripples upon the shore?
Is one a burden or the challenge they need?
To fail or to succeed?

Day upon day and night upon night,
We ask ourselves what is missing? What will make it right?
Our cups never empty, but will it spill?
Always moving never standing still.

Why am I here? What is my purpose?
Are we here to play a part and be of service?
Will we ever catch what we chase?
Always moving, guess thats why it’s called the human race.

I speak to you not as the voice in your head,
But a fading thought that lingers while you sleep upon your bed, 
Nothing is missing, nothing is wrong,
Life can be short, Life can be long,
Who are the weak ones? Who are the strong?

We each have exactly what we need,
When we want we give into greed,
So just give in, let go and release,
For there’s nothing missing, there’s no final piece.

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Within Her Maternal Enfoldment: a Niece's Homage

Though not by choice, you became my kin,
Our joy not constant, yet our bond within.
I'm inspired by your every move,
In your presence, cherished moments prove.

I strive to earn your pride and respect,
Yet at times, I stumble and deflect.
Still, you offer guidance and support,
Amidst my life's challenges, you escort.

If only I possessed your humor's grace,
If only I mirrored your talents' embrace,
If only I possessed your fearless might,
Your endeavors, forever shining bright.

Not born beneath your heart's gentle beat,
Yet a love akin to a mother's sweet.
Our memories forged, eternal and true,
For there's none like you, that much I knew.