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Last Night While You Were Sleeping

Last night while you were sleeping, I could not help myself. I had a silent story for you, I just had to tell. 

I drew pictures with my fingertips, of hearts and "I love you's". Covering your soft smooth skin, with invisible tattoos. 

I saw you smile once or twice, it made me smile too. Right then and there I realized, I truly do love you. 

All choked up I grabbed your hand, and pressed it to my heart. Then gazed right down upon you like, a masterpiece of art. 

Your beauty overwhelmed me, I broke down into tears. Then whispered how much I love you, into your sleeping ears. 

I smiled as goosebumps on your skin, started to appear. Then laid with you and held you close, I had to have you near.

I ran my fingers down your spine, and gently through your hair. The peaceful flicking candlelight,  lit your skin so fare. 

I softly pressed my ear against, your back to hear you breathe. Then hummed a tune inside my head, singing "I believe."

Though far away in dreamland, your heart is mine to keep. It's softly beating lullaby, helped sing me to sleep. 

I hope that you will dream of me, I know I'll dream of you. I'll hold you right here in my arms, you are my dream come true. 

For life's a tale of many things, and powers from above. But I know now without a doubt, the greatest one is love.

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Draped from her body, they sparkle like gold. Tear soaked and smothered, in lies that she's told. She wears them ashamed, but she wears them with grace. To cover the pain, that is etched in her face.
It's her mark, it's her passion, her reason to breathe. As shallow and weak, as pathetic can be.
For the last time I saw her, was the last place she laid. Where I held her so close, deep down in her grave. No more to be seen, no more to betray. Damned and unheard, while she cried out in vain.

Don't pity the evil, corrupt and forsaken. Who've strayed from the path, that they should have taken. It's all self inflicted, they live unrestricted. But on this their last day, they'll all be convicted.

Etched in his body, the scars will remain. Blood soaked in madness, he's nearly insane. He wears them in anger, but he wears them with pride. To expose to the world, all his hate that's inside.
It's his mark, it's his passion, his reason to breathe. As shallow and weak, as cruel as can be.
But the last place I saw him, was the last time he raged. Where I beat him and broke him, deep down in his grave. No more to be seen, no more to be heard. Damned and destroyed, underneath all his dirt.

Now sift through my ashes, gather up all my bones. Let him without sin, cast the first stone. Pile me up in a bucket, and leave me to stay. So I can face my creator, on my judgement day.
It's my life, it's my passion, it's what I believe. As misunderstood, as reckless can be.
For the last time you saw me, was the last time I prayed. Where I dug my own hole, and laid down in my grave. No more to be hated, no more to be feared. For in my corrupt stead, an angel appeared.

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Landslides of Roses -Song-

We often like singing, to landslides of roses, and no one cares. 
This worlds almost over, so hard to stay sober, when you're not there.

 For time will tell your fortunes fail, when you breathe my name, so call on those who care for you, as your fear hides your shame. The clouds will calm, the angry rain, as I take all the blame!

This world that we live in, is taken not given, when we don't share.
 So trust in your loved ones, to hold and protect you, when I'm not there. 

For faith in love is bittersweet, when you have no shame. So close your eyes and raise your voice, call out my name. Just hold me now, believe in me, I'll take all your pain! 

Cause I love you my precious one, I hold you in my heart. So run with me so far away, we'll build a new start. Just hold me now, believe in me, forever we'll be! 

Cause we often like singing, to landslides of roses, and no one cares. And as we grow older, this world may seem colder, but I'll still be there.

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My Last Dying Breath

With my last dying breath, I will whisper your name. As my life slips away slowly, so does this pain. 
   Your name passes my lips, and releases it's grip. No more need to hold on, to this broken love trip. 
   Let me die all alone, you're too cold to come home. Now here in this light, your true colors have shown. 
   I held on for so long, said I'll never let go. But I've found peace in my soul, as my heart starts to slow. 
   Now burry me deep, in my own silent tomb. So heaven can take me, into it's uplifting womb. 
   I'll look down from the sky, as you struggle through life. And quietly pray, you get through all this strife. 
   At days end your alone, in your own bed of lies. And no one will hear, when your heart breaks and cries. 
   But  if you say you can fake it, 'til you finally make it. Then my life's in your hands, so feel free to take it. 

   For this life's not a game, we can play with no shame. It's a legend and story, that we leave with our name. 
   I'll go down in the books, as a man of good deeds. You'll go down with the world, suffocated in greed. 
   Now I'll spread my great wings, I'll look up and I'll fly. Leaving my last written passage, where I bid you good bye...

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My Body, My Home

On the ocean breeze, my spirit drifts. Then soars through the trees, on a current swift. 
   Through canyons I course, as great mountains stand still. Like an unsaddled horse, my soul has free will. 
   I gaze down far below, as the scenes all play out. In this moment I'm free, of that I don't doubt. 
   I look back at my body, that's lifeless but warm. Then look forward and smile, at the oncoming storm. 
   With lightning and thunder, my heart starts to race. As rain passes through me, I pick up the pace. 
   For a far destination, is where my soul wants to be. Where this worlds fascination, is all mine to see. 
   So I look to the stars, and the space that surrounds. As my soul takes to flight, and leaves these cold grounds. 
  Up up and away, I'm now drifting through space. Till I pause for a moment, then feel out of place. 
   For something is missing, though I'm not sure of what. But something is wrong, I can feel in my gut. 
   I feel lonely and lost, and I want it to end. So quickly I search, for my lifelong best friend. 
   As I settle back in, my soul bonds to bone. In an instant I'm happy, I'm no longer alone. 
   Though my spirit is free, to explore and to roam. This flesh human body, will always be home...

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Silver Spoons -Song-

We choose our scoops with our silver spoons. Try and deny that it's coming soon. 
   Don't fool yourself when you're giving up. Just sip your drink from the dirty cup. 
   And where the fiddler plays. Is where the woodland creature stays. And every single day. Comes and goes in blurs then fades. 
   Now everybody knows you, but you do not know yourself. Loved ones try to save you, from your lost journey toward hell. 
   And it's a shame. You've let yourself go this way. But everything will change. Someday. 

   Dressed in bells and whistles too. Force that smile pretend it's through. 
   But the tides will change with the shift of the moon. And a warm bright day will be fogged with gloom. 
   And where the children play. Will be destroyed and deemed unsafe. And 
everything turns gray. The price you pay for one mistake. 
   Now everybody loves you but you do not love yourself. The hurt and guilt you feel inside is the kind you'll never tell. 
   And it's a shame. You've let the world push you away. But everything will change. Someday. 

   You cannot destroy me but I can destroy myself! I don't want your sympathy I do not need your help. 
   Just kick me down spit in my face and tell me one more time! How much you simply hated me, back when you were mine. 

   So choose your scoops with your silver spoon. I'll deny being in love with you. 
   Don't pride yourself when I've given up. Just force me to sip from your poison cup. 
   And where the earthworm plays. Is where I'll find my peaceful grave. 
   And every single day. Life remains nothing has changed. 
   Now everybody misses you, but you feel right at home. This life has made you realize, you're better off alone. 
   And it's a shame. You let yourself go this way. Everything will change. Someday...

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Teardrops of Sorrow

Teardrops of sorrow, stream down her face. As she thinks of tomorrow, and feels out of place.
Lies and infidelity, clouding her thoughts. She knows they were weaknesses, she could have fought.
As the one that she loved, slips slowly away. She lies to herself, saying she'll be okay.
Living her life, cold day after day. She'll one day break down, and quietly pray.
"Help me dear father, in heaven above. Help me be strong, and teach me to love. "
"Show me my worth, and my light that's inside. Give me my courage, and rebuild my pride. "

A hollow dark hole, sits in place of her heart. Cause her values and morals, have all fall'n apart.
What once was a sweet, and innocent girl. Is now lost and lonely, consumed by this world.
She'd sacrifice anything, just to fit in. Sacrifice everything, and give in to sin.
Loved ones may forgive her, but they'll never forget. She's strayed far from her path, but they won't give up yet.
Holding her hand, they'll help her get through. But it won't change the fact, that she was untrue.

She damaged the heart, of a very good man. Did things that he, just can't understand.

Now I have no doubt, she loved him to death. But love's just a word, mumbled under our breath.

For actions have always, spoke louder than words. And hate is the sound, most commonly heard.

If you don't like the feelings, expressed in these lines. Then cover your ears, and cover your eyes.

For a bitter cold boy, wrote down this letter. But he wrote it to say, that he's doing better.

Lying awake, in the mid of the night. He smiles and says, "I'm doing alright. "

Floating away, on an ocean of memories. He piles up the sand, to block off his enemies.

Moving along, he hopes she's okay. But he won't let the thoughts of her, get in his way.

Lying awake, likely miles apart. They each fall asleep, with a hand on their heart.

For life is a Story, often painful to tell. But sleep sweet tonight, for they're both doing well.

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Not the Tale You Wish It Could Be

You always ignore all the things that I say, 'til it's right before you shoved right in your face. 
You know you believe me, you know you can trust me, but still you just curse me, and hurt me then crush me.

   I'm beaten I'm broken, I'm cold and unspoken, feel lost I feel slaughtered, feel hurt and I'm bothered. My back has been turned, I've betrayed my own father, to fight for this love here, but why should I bother. 

   And still you're smiling, still you're lying. Continue hiding, and I'll keep fighting. This heartache is over, there's no more deciding. 

   In all that you do, I will always see through you, I don't need your hand or your heart cause I'll get through. I'll conquer your soul, I'll devour it's contents, then calmly and slowly I'll head for my exits.

   And I'll keep smiling, and I'll keep fighting. While you keep trying, and you keep crying. This romance is over, there's no more denying. 

   Cause this life's not the tale, you wish it could be. For at the end of this life, you'll regret you met me.

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Right Side of Wrong

Struggling to stay, on both of his feet. He staggers across, the dark empty street.
 
Crossing the threashold, of a wide open door. Right there he collapses, and falls to the floor.
 
Seeing the blood, on his hands and the rug. He smiles and whispers, "I've found my new drug.
  
It lies dead on the street, in the man I defeated. Who's cruelty and sins, will no more be repeated!".
 
What a rush of adrenaline, shot through his veins. As the hate and the anger, ran round in his brain.
 
For the man that I killed, was a very bad man. And I'm not ashamed, of this blood on my hands.
 
I will stand before, my maker and say. "Lord you hath given. And I took away"

I used my free agency, he surely used his. But the young girl he destroyed, did not deserve this.
 
Now justice will be swift, and will come without mercy. And the world will one day, eventually thank me.
 
For life is a story, often too hard to tell. Twisting and turning, down spiralling toward hell.

With one saving grace, from the heavens above. There are some dirty deeds, you can't do with love.

To punish the evil, with a power divine. You have your opinions, but yours are not mine.
 
For I don't "fear" God, the way you all do. I'm not a bad man, I know this is true.
 
I walk a thin line, between righteous and evil. But he is the one, who gave me my free will.
 
I'll continue to persue, my enemies great. And do all that I can, to put an end to their hate.
 
In the eyes of the passive, too many rules do I bend. But at the end of this life, I know God's still my friend!

Best Poems Written by Timmie Kreth

Last Night While You Were Sleeping

My Island Home

In My Corrupt Stead

Landslides of Roses -Song-

My Last Dying Breath

My Body, My Home

Silver Spoons -Song-

Teardrops of Sorrow

Not the Tale You Wish It Could Be

Right Side of Wrong