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University of Life

Enrollment day begins for us
the moment we arrive.
We begin our education
in the University of life.
The subjects taught are vital.
They're stressful and demanding.
They require our full attention,
in our search for understanding.
Lessons are taught over and over,
again and again and again.
And every lesson will be repeated,
until we understand.
No one will ever drop out.
No one will ever fail.
Every lesson will be taught
with intricate detail.
Pride will come to us all
from lessons we have learned.
We'll then walk with confidence,
with the wisdom we have earned.
Choices are what shapes us,
with experience and strife.
Lessons taught are not forgot,
in The University OF Life.

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Words Got In the Way

We wanted to work our troubles out,
with the things that we would say.
But every time we tried to talk,
the words got in the way.

The more we tried to right the wrongs,
the more the problems stayed.
And even though we tried so hard,
the words got in the way.

We never solved our differences,
so together we didn't stay.
Our love couldn't over come,
when words got in the way.

Today we live so far apart,
our feelings we couldn't convey.
We just couldn't communicate,
cause the words got in the way.

Now I wait to hear from her,
on those rare but relished days.
And we laugh about days gone by,
when the words got in the way.

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The Illusion of Time

Time is such an illusion,
though we deal with it each day.
But each of us must deal with
time in very different ways.

Some people try to buy time,
and some don't have enough.
Some people have so little time,
and some have way too much.

Some are asked to give the time,
while other have to take it.
Some will have to save some time,
and some find ways to make it.

Sometimes we see time dragging,
sometimes we watch it fly.
Sometimes we try to beat the time,
sometimes it passes by.

Yes time is just an illusion,
and it changes every day.
And each of us will notice
time, in very different ways.

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A Tiny Little Ember

Once a raging fire, 
that burned so long ago,
was reduced to a tiny ember,
that had all but lost its glow.

That mighty fire I thought had died,
that left ashes in my heart,
was brought to life again once more,
from the tiniest of sparks.

All it took was a simple word,
and the fire flared and grew.
Burning as it did before,
with memories of you.

Again that great inferno was born,
from an old familiar voice.
Burning wildly out of control,
without reason, thought, or choice.

Who knew a fire was waiting, 
patiently there to grow,
from a tiny little ember,
that had all but lost its glow.

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Inquiring Minds Need To Know

Inquiring minds need to know
why some things make no sense.
Like why the grass is greener 
on the other side of the fence?
And why is it when we're shopping,
looking for Pants to wear,
even though we buy just one,
they always come in pairs?
There's simply no rhyme or reason,
no wisdom, clues, or tips,
that explain why shipments are sent by Cars,
and cargo is sent by Ships.
Another puzzling question that puts 
understanding on the spot,
is why we park on driveways,
and drive on parking lots?
And what about this Teflon,
a modern miracle of Man.
If nothing sticks to Teflon,
how'd they stick it to the pan?
These are just some questions
that keeps us puzzled so.
And we'll keep searching for the answers,
because inquiring minds need to know.

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Deja Vu

Hand in hand two lovers walk,
doing what lovers do.
And it gave me such a feeling,
the feeling of Deja vu.
A hypnotic type of feeling,
that stirs all thoughts of you.
A feeling of the mystic sort,
this feeling of Deja vu.
A distant memory hazed by time,
of a candle and a dinner for two.
When suddenly it became so clear,
with the feeling of Deja vu.
A sleeping past fills my heart,
with things we use to do.
And so often it's all awaken,
by the feeling of Deja vu.
I'd gladly surrender your memory,
and be done at last with you.
If only I could rid this feeling,
the feeling of Deja vu.
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Memories of the Flame

Silence is the wall that stands before me,
and memory the light that allows sight beyond.
Past the disappointments of the here and now,
to a time when I was wild and young.

Created from desire and fueled by passion,
is how the flames of love came to be.
After having my fill of pleasures forbidden,
there was no retreating for me.

I was bathed in the eternal flames of love,
and became addicted to its lasting burn.
Closing my eyes to the consequences,
and to all of those concerned.

But as the earth shines and is heated
by the great Sun placed above.
So to my heart is warmed and illuminated
by the eternal flames of love.

Pondering on lost love is weakening,
heartbreaking and can be so tragically sad.
But in truth, love can never be lost,
once love has truly been had.

Memories are the wonderful leftovers,
once everything is all said and done.
And those are ours to keep forever,
and can be taken from us by no one.

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A Father's Secret

Its been a while since I spoke to you,
I'm sorry its been so long.
But I've had a lot of trouble lately,
so many things went wrong.
I started to come and talk to you, 
just the other day, 
but a strange thing happened to me,
as I began to pray.
I needed some money, needed it fast,
I had some pressing bills.
I was just about to plead to you,
when my neighbor rang the bell.
He said he needed a fence torn down,
and a new one put in its place.
He said that he would pay me good,
so his offer I embraced.
And I remember another time,
not so very long ago,
I was just about to come to you,
our groceries were getting low.
But someone came while we were out,
and left some food and such.
I don't know just who they were,
but I'm glad they thought of us.
It just seems that every time
I need some help from you,
something always happens
and somehow it gets me through.
But its nice to know your up there,
should I ever need your help.
And I'll be sure to come to you,
when I can't manage for myself.
                                                         Amen.

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God Bless America

God Bless America, 
is a phrase we love to say.
But I just can't believe,
God blesses her today.
We've become a sinful nation,
full of greediness and hate.
We love drugs and booze, sex and
money, and all that we can take.
We stopped seeking after goodness,
and dwelled only on the worst.
Now only a handful of Christians 
can quote a single verse.
We've done every single thing,
God told us not to do.
We think that we can have our way,
and receive his blessings too.
We were once a mighty Nation, 
with more than we could want.
We once put faith "in God we trust",
but now in God we don't.
We need to change America,
before the hour's late.
To continue in this wickedness
will only seal our fate.
God won't wait much longer,
before he's good and mad.
If we don't change before too long,
I believe we'll wish we had.

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The Words That Shakespeare Wrote

I sent you words that Shakespeare wrote,
his poems and sonnets too.
I chose his words to express myself, 
and the way I felt for you.

I sent you words that Shakespeare wrote,
because his were the very best.
His words are known throughout the world,
and stand out among the rest.

I sent you words that Shakespeare wrote,
so you alone would know,
just how my soul longs for you,
and the way I love you so.

But the strings of your heart blew in the wind,
and became tangled with another.
And now your heart is mesmerized,
and bound to this new Lover.

And its plain to see, that my memory
has disappeared like mist and smoke.
And the last thing that you care about,
are the words that Shakespeare wrote.