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Joshua Harris Poem
SMILE
A smile can brighten a cloudy day
It is often times contagious
A smile can lighten a load
It can change a troubled soul
A smile is the easiest tool in our arsenal
It is the most effective tool we are given
A smile can make a grown man feel weak
It can make the meanest person soft
Find a smile and you will find joy
Share a smile and you will give joy
Keep a smile and keep friends
A smile can brighten a cloudy day.
Copyright © Joshua Harris | Year Posted 2010
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From A Distance
I look outside at the pouring rain
that brings back images and forgotten pain.
The scene is set the same as before
the trees have changed and now litter the floor.
It’s been 2 years and a million drinks
but nothing can change how a broken man thinks.
All of the booze and traveling around
can’t block out the faces and horrible sound.
It’s cost me my job and the love of my life
but I am not worthy of having a wife.
The things that I saw and just watched from the side
will always be with me with nowhere to hide.
There are so many things that could have been done
to stop the man killing the mother and son.
I watched from a distance in shock and despair
and now all I see is the man with a blond hair.
The damage is done and left me to grieve
but all that I want is the image to leave.
I stay in the shadows to try and get by
but all that I want is to lie down and die.
Copyright © Joshua Harris | Year Posted 2010
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A Broken Man
Standing in the shadows as the rain fills my shoes
watching my breath like smoke as I warm my hands.
I watch the crowds walk by without a sideward’s glance
at the man in the dark with no umbrella.
Life has no meaning to a man who has lost it all,
to a man who caused his own destruction.
The cheating and lying has caught me
and now is consuming me with each passing day.
The man who had it all now begs on the streets
with no feelings of worthlessness, no feelings at all.
When you live at the top, the bottom is a long way down
and when you finally reach it the impact is deadly.
The women and money filled my head with a false reality
my happiness was at home with my wife and kids.
Now my home is the streets hiding in the shadows
waiting for my final days and begging them to hurry up.
Copyright © Joshua Harris | Year Posted 2010
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The Old Red Barn
I look out over the field laid out before me,
The smell of fresh cut grass and dirt fill my senses.
A white fence is running laps around the field
while the round bails of hay wait to be collected.
As I lean against the fence looking at the scene before me
I see the rolling hills like waves of green so bright I have to squint.
Trees are scattered along the landscape like spots on a Dalmatian
while creating the perfect shade for the exhausted livestock.
Off in the distance I can see a deer walking across the field
noticing each movement as it stops to feed.
The old red barn stands alone matching the beauty around it
reminding everyone that passes the beauty that comes with age.
The scene before me is a constant reminder of the changing of time
in a fast past world there will always be the memory of the old red barn to slow things down.
Copyright © Joshua Harris | Year Posted 2010
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Living with depression
Surrounded by this invisible box, I live my life.
I feel no joy, no warmth of companionship.
Though I am surrounded by the ones I love they cannot reach me.
My mind is in an unstoppable strain to keep my appearance.
They sense something is wrong but can do little to help.
I am out of touch with reality and do not care.
What is there to do when I have no feelings,
when my world is contained by seclusion loneliness?
I strive to defeat the invisible opponent,
I cry when alone from the lack of contact.
I am stuck in a void where you see no end,
I want seclusion but I hate to be alone.
I have to find a way out before I am defeated indefinitely.
Who do I turn to, who has the power to give me life?
If I choose death I will find peace and the pain will end.
If I choose death the pain will just begin.
Copyright © Joshua Harris | Year Posted 2010
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A Sinners Prayer
In the darkness of night let the sinner appear
In the form that he is, which is the essence of fear.
When his soul is revealed it’s ugly and black
It preps for the battle of Satan’s attack.
The feeling of joy that comes with abuse
Is a thrill like no other when he lets it all loose.
A hate filled world is all that he wants
The souls of the weak are the souls that he haunts.
When the devil appears it is evil he seeks
And the soul of the sinner is open and weak.
The king is the light that floods out the dark
And helps all the sinners find a new start.
Copyright © Joshua Harris | Year Posted 2010
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CRIMES ON PASSION
The flames engulf me like leaves on the forest floor
The passion fills me as the words hang in my throat
There is no one else but my pride holds me back
The war rages inside as I find an easier way
We can never be and the light seems to dim.
The taste of disappointment is continuous
The guilt is strangling with no relief
Visions of love are replaced with dying doves
My heart is no more than a hollow stone
There is no hope in the eyes of the dead.
Copyright © Joshua Harris | Year Posted 2010
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HANNAH
There will never be a love to match the strength,
The senses will always shrink in comparison,
The need of being close is uncompromisable,
Your smile, your laugh and your cry
The things that make your essence
My daughter, my friend and my life
There is nothing that will compare or replace
We are forever one and forever together.
Copyright © Joshua Harris | Year Posted 2010
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A day at the beach
As the dawn breaks over the open ocean
the waves emulate one another as they reach the shore.
I see the colorful sun rising on the horizon
while the dolphins play after their morning feast.
Passing ships dot the scene desperate to reach their destination
crossing paths as they push forward.
A couple of people are starting to set up on the beach
women are laying towels out while the men drag big coolers.
I see kids running behind carrying buckets and shovels
they have white suntan lotion on their faces that looks like war paint.
As the sun gets higher as I sit on my balcony observing the day
watching the magic of happy families bonding.
I think of my own family and wish they could be there
growing with love and emotion.
Copyright © Joshua Harris | Year Posted 2010
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The painful struggle
Being stuck between right and wrong seems to have become the norm.
constant struggles play in my mind, reminding me of a Shakespearean play.
If I do what is right I feel I will be held back for the rest of my life,
but if i choose to quit I will lose what is most precious in my life.
I pray for guidance and try my best to put the thoughts aside,
there is no peace of mind there is no joy.
I slip into the ocean of depression and have to pull my way out
still I have to fight to keep my head above water.
I am out of ideas and am tiered of facing this alone
there is no one to turn to for help.
God is my shoulder to cry on
he brings me back from the edge.
What to do is still a mystery
but I am never alone, even when I feel I am.
Copyright © Joshua Harris | Year Posted 2010
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