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The Pleasure of the Written Lover

With a mind set for love and pleasure,
He glides his pen across the paper.
With each caress he gives his soul,
Written down for all to behold.
 
Kissing memories in every line
And leaving feelings so sublime,
We hang on to each word created.
Never shall we become sedated.
 
Ah, the fingers that trail along
The heart’s passion hungry song.
Stroking the fire to burn stronger
For whatever your lust can conjure.
 
Mouth spoken with such sensuality
It embraces the minds creativity.
Making a world all its own
And every craving is known.
 
In the being, he sees the worth,
Beauty and every silent urge.
His written word makes desires soar
And leaves us begging for more

Copyright © Toshia Hall | Year Posted 2012

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He's Gone

Why God; Why take him?
 
It’s not fair; not right.
 
So full of life to come,
 
Now gone in the night.
 
 
 
I loved him; we all did,
 
With his heart so pure.
 
Am I now to forgive
 
You, or lost forever more?
 
 
 
Why not take who’s to blame?
 
Could not wait to drink.
 
He’s gone; it’s not the same.
 
I’m lost; on the brink,
 
 
 
These walls are closing in
 
And the voices are screaming.
 
They want me to join him,
 
Just to end this suffering.
 
 
 
I won’t but not because of you.
 
For him; even in death I won’t
 
Disappoint him; I will stay true,
 
But it is a nice thought.
 
 
 
A thought to see his face,
 
And hear his velvet voice.
 
To delight in his embrace.
 
Then we could rejoice.
 
 
 
We could talk of the old days
 
How we caused childish havoc,
 
For everyone; all the crazy ways
 
We played; laughed till ecstatic
 
 
 
How we fought the others wars.
 
Even wiped the others tears.
 
Best friends; maybe something more,

 From first grade; for fourteen years.
 
 
 
For you I will carry on; keep charging through.
 
I can’t promise I won’t stumble along the way
 
Because blind I am without you,
 
Feeling along each passing day.
 
 
 

This poem is dedicated to
 
Derek Aaron Haynes
 
1-13-89 / 4-25-11

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Natures Actions

Raindrops sliding down the leaves
 
Falling; falling to the ground
 
Between the roots; running in streams
 
Strong and steady with no sound
 
 
 
A sea of wild flowers and grass
 
Dancing to the winds weary song
 
Tunes of divine secrets to last
 
Blowing sweet melodies year long
 
 
 
Waves crashing; sprouting mist
 
Fists of fury pounding stones
 
Passion, hope; to forever insist
 
Screaming dreams in hollow tones

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If and Will

If I whisper my dreams in the breeze,
 
Will you hear them?
 
If I cast my wishes upon the stars,
 
Will you grant them?
 
 
 
If I soar through the clouds,
 
Will you follow me?
 
If I swim the depths of the sea,
 
Will you find me?
 
 
 
If I cry a thousand tears,
 
Will you cry too?
 
If I laugh for eternity,
 
Will you laugh too?
 
 
 
If I give you all of my hope,
 
Will you cherish it?
 
If I love you 'till the end,
 
Will you return it?

Copyright © Toshia Hall | Year Posted 2012

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Mending

Nature's broken heart
 
Floats on a warm, blue day's breeze
 
Feeding the earth's love

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Dear God



Each night I pray to you; just let me die.
 
But I wake up and wonder why?
 
Do you not hear me; do you ignore my cry?
 
Am I that much trouble to live in such vaine?
 
Or am I destined to suffer and live in pain?
 
What did I do for you to turn a deaf ear.
 
You promised to listen and always be near.
 
You turning away is my worst fear.
 
I look in the mirror and hate what I see.
 
Do you know the heartache of being me?
 
Some would be happy if my life was through.
 
That can only happen by the hand of you.
 
Do them this favor; take me away.
 
The day they want me; in the ground I will lay.
 
When they realize they made a mistake,
 
To late will they be; my last breathe I take.
 

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The Fight

I can taste the missary and pain.
 
A bitter-sweet concoction
 
Of the utterly insane.
 
 
 
A recipe I know all too well.
 
Like a serpent, it slithers
 
Around my brain to dwell,
 
 
 
In memories better left lost.
 
To corrupt my soul once more
 
And defeat me at all cost.

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One With It All

Lying on a bed of grass blades.
Constellations are my blanket.
Breathing in the darkest shades.
Listening to the cricket’s melody.

The sweet caress of the flowers.
Their scent coating my body,
To be washed away by the showers,
The cloud band poured down.

Swaying with the Whipping Willow tree,
With each burst of wind set loose.
Soaring with the birds; so high and free.
A giant world through the ant's eye.

Skipping across the variegation pond.
The fish nipping at my fingertips.
Whispering secrets of the fond,
Mother Nature and her gifts.

Copyright © Toshia Hall | Year Posted 2013

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Our Lives

We struggle to reach

Just what is out of reach

And yet we continue

To bleakly seek

 

We follow the used paths

Laid out before us

Don’t stray, for our

Wants we must suppress

 

You must do this

You must become this

This is who you are

Do not distress

 

You are not allowed

To have your own creeds

To have your own ideas

To have your own dreams

 

It is already planned

As what they see

Forget what you thought

Your life would be

 

You love to write

You love to draw

They are not the plan

They will not befall

 

Do not cry

Paste a smile

Do not mourn

Fake it all

 

Wait, I refuse

No longer shall I be

Your puppet to control

I’m meant to be free

 

No longer a caterpillar

But a young butterfly

I spread my wings wide

And soar the eternal sky

 

Floating on a zephyr

Dipping and diving

I face the world

As my true being

 

I chase my dreams

Like falling stars

I’m no longer bound

To here or far

 

I do as I please

What I was meant for

Pen for the word

Vessel for the sculpture

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Vissions in a Summer Storm

I watch the storm as it rages on
 
And see the visions of a love gone
 
With every drop, splash and splatter
 
I hear the sound of her gentle laughter
 
 
 
Slipping and sliding down the window pane
 
The rain paints the pictures that bring
 
Painful memories with bittersweet joy
 
Of a young girl and unknowing boy
 
 
 
Howling winds filled with voices
 
Screaming out the wrong choices
 
As the glass fogs with warm mist
 
It fills with images of her I miss
 
 
 
I can see her porcelain face
 
And her dress of white lace
 
With every strike of lighting
 
I envision her for the taking
 
 
 
But these are but a mirage
 
Something it crudely did forge
 
To bring about miserable longing
 
Only to leave at the storms ending

Copyright © Toshia Hall | Year Posted 2012

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