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Kurt Kohls Poem
I was thinking of the seasons
when suddenly
i was reminded of you
how you loved me and taught me
all about
the 4 seasons of you
I was dormant in my ways
confused by the meaning of the word content
but like a SPRING downpour
you drenched my thoughts
and planted a seed in my soul
then slowly my love for you
began to grow
Suddenly, in a blink of an eye
our delirious passion
was overpowering and explosive
on-going, like a relentless SUMMER heatwave
refusing to show any mercy
But as time paced itself
steadily on course
you predicted
the infectious novelty of my hungry desires
would eventually come tumbling down
like a leaf on a FALL tree
once bright with color
now, on the ground
succumbing to its eventual fate
of loneliness
In the end
no words were spoken
just a heart that was
broken...
frozen, Like a twig
brittle with frost
lying in it's WINTER grave
never to be part of something good again
I was thinking of the seasons
i was reminded of you
how you used to love me
and teach me about
the 4 seasons of you!
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My memory flashes back
to innocent times long since gone
those hot nights parked at lovers lane
wolfman jack playing my favorite songs.
it seems like yesterday
that Peggy Sue was by my side
i was hoping to get to second base
but she just wanted to go for a ride.
i remember my palms starting to sweat
and the windows getting a bit steamy
i told her Buddy Holly wrote a song about you
but she didn't believe me
so i pulled Peggy Sue closer
and we started kissing once again
but time was of the essence
her dad said to be home by ten.
she smiled sweetly
and gently placed her hands upon my face
she looked at me and said i was a swell guy
but this is not the time nor the place.
so i gave her a peck on the cheek
and told her not to worry
we can take things nice and slow
I'm not in any hurry.
so i drove her home, kissed her goodnight
but now what was i supposed to do
that's when i drove to the nearest payphone
dropped in a dime
and called up runaround Sue!
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As i stare at this paper
empty,without words
it waits for me to write
so my feelings can be heard
inspiration came often
when we were together
words flowed freely
my pen
light as a feather
Fate has a reputation
of never being wrong
it takes destiny by the hand
and grips it forever strong
now this paper
which once was alive
quietly stares back at me
with dull loose leaf eyes
it mocks me
even dares me
to write words i couldn't speak for years
but, without you
the forecast calls for emptiness
with a good chance of tears
Inspiration comes from within
your smile always gave me my start
but these days my pen lay heavy
like a roadmap of your heart
for soulmates are rare
to let one go..even worse
now this pen and paper
who once were my companions
are the very things i curse
So i put my pen down
and tuck the paper away for the night
and maybe tomorrow
just maybe
words i couldn't speak
i'll be able to write......
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As i gently clear away
the steam that covers the glass
suddenly!
"he" appears
and for now
"he" is temptation
the very person i fear
Although we look the same
this dead-ringer is not me at all
but a false prophet
who deceives me into running
at his beckon call
"he" controls my thoughts
rents out my face
knows my weaknesses
then begins to plot my next fall from grace
The last time
"he" magically appeared
lessons had to be taught
but nothing was learned
for once again here i stand
to begin the fight
and start the slow burn
"he" is convincing
and so very clever
i am the actor, directing myself
on the next hurtful endeavour!
It's a mystery
when "he"will check in, for a visit
i wish it was never,
but honestly, im realistic
so for today
"he" is in control
my one and only friend
but once gone
that's when the apologies start
and the sorry's never end
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It stands alone
in a field of loneliness and neglect
the bright red paint has faded into a murky brown
a strict reminder from mother natures pounding fury through the years
once housing a families treasures
now only stores their forgotten tears
The door hangs lazily from its missing bolts
its hinges silent and perfectly rusted
as children we played inside its sturdy walls
now, it cant be trusted
It stands alone
the barn...
surrounded by a field of weeds and decay
tired and broken
it waits for its eventual collapse
a once bright red smile has faded
its loneliness has no purpose
not anymore
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Heaven
glistening peaceful
waterfalls angels souls
lost darkness stench foul
torment crying praying
unforgiving eternal
Hell
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God
Creator Pure
Loving Forgiving Infinite
Angel Fallen Rebellious Deciever
Unholy Temptor Legion
Liar Unclean
Satan
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Above...
rain and thunder
starts to upset the stomach of a now souring sky
it prepares itself to release a few tears
upon those seeking truth for their lies
in the distance
a white dove cries.
thunder strikes up a conversation
clapping rudely, during the rains flawless audition
i stand amid not to be judged
but to be cleansed by my own remission.
to fear, means knowing how to love?
in the distance it cries
the white dove.
Those who seek out these healing waters
peace, they shall find
but the lost refuse to drink
and prefer to gargle from the man-made pool
of illusion and lies
sadly, they never learn to fear
in the distance
quietly, the white dove cries.
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There will come a time
when this moment shall pass
and we will be alone
to enjoy what we missed
making up for the years we gave to others
will be first on our list
yes, the time will come
to sit on our porchswing
and watch the fireflies
light up the night sky with their glowing frames
saying i love you as i look into your eyes
and gently speak your name
As time passes on
the seasons change without much notice
but we don't mind
for we remain the same
in our world of porchswings and fireflies
nothing changes
except the seasons
they go unnoticed...
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Some call it a path
many say it's fate
few are non-believers
the unfortunate find out theirs to late.
It's unseen to others
a roadmap designed exclusivley for you
and if read correctly
the signs stay accurate and forever true.
Some unknowingly alter their map
leading them wrongfully astray
their future done in by some innocent choice
not meant to be chosen that particular day.
Those unfortunate souls follow a blueprint
with pages missing and torn
a journey that wasn't meant to be
is now
their crown of thorns.
This seven letter word
has been hated and cursed, cherished and loved
also prayed for to anyone who will listen
from up above.
Now, the night is getting deeper
my thoughts more shallow
i shut my eyes foolishly confident
there will be a tomorrow
but one would have to argue
and eventually agree
that if tomorrow never comes
i would have no choice
but to accept that as my.....
D E S T I N Y
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