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Mean People S.U.C.K.

To those who can not see what others do
smile...it's the best protection for any kind of day.
unlock those child like fillings we seem to let slip away.
compassion it's what so many in this world don't have.
know this is life, this is a gift not a right so just laugh.
s.u.c.k.
easy to say I know but look...really look 
if you woke this morning is that not a reason
happy, mad, sad, or hurt,
we all fill it like a change in the season
we love we loss and we have we have not 
alone because we made that way
in love for we want it that way 
but all the pain it's not something we sought 
your not alone, your not the only one, we all fill
tears washed over too many times before
if it didn't how would we find tears of joy
just look...we take so much for granted get up concur that hill
smile
unlock
compassion
know.
if you could change any thing would you
to be mean bitter magnifies difference's
who has more who has less
when it doesn't matter this morning it all started a new
the power we hold and so many don't know
is change if we don't like, if we don't want change it
it is no one fault you let it rule you, you let it grow into hate
mean people s.u.c.k. now just let it go.

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Empty Arms

No smile no look not even a word
ooh how the time has changed since she was my little girl
I don't know if she knows what it is that caused this riff
but now days have gone by and I'm now asking what if
many told me before this is what happens "you can't always be daddy"
I thought this would be different you know just a misunderstanding
how do you go from Superman to that guy in her way
how do you lose what is the world to you in just days
I know this too shall pass and things will change 
but a dad losing his little girl is a hell of a strain
I now know how my mom felt seen how she so much like me
I can almost see her smile and hear her saying "now do you see"
parenting kids have no idea how hard we have it and how much it hurts
to give it your all for whats best for them and your left hurt
to teach, tell, show, and prepare them for the world and what my come
only to become a despised human being nothing more then a bum
the bond between father and daughter is like no other 
nor is the pain he fills when he,s just father
man is meant to endure, over come doing any thing to keep her from harm
man isn't made for these empty arms.

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Past Lovers.

As our eyes meet for the first time I knew it wasn't so,
        it was something in side
               something I felt
                     something I didn't know,

After our first kiss I was sure it wasn't the first time,
           I was sure we stole a kissed before
                  under the moon light or on a beach shore
                        we had to have I felt it as your lips touched mine,

As I held you in my arms it felt natural like it's meant to be,
           maybe we shared this as Romeo and Juliet 
                   maybe we kissed as lovers in the 13th century
                         as newly weds in the 30's 40's,50's and 60's,

I could see you as time gos by as lovely as you are 
             it couldn't be just one life time you and I... this love...
                 like a fairy tale an old love story or how it use to and should be,
                     I dreamt of you before, wished for you before on a falling star,

There could be no other way it has to be I know it's true,
              centuries ago we found one another  
                      weather as close friends or passionate lovers
                              I can't only be blessed with just one life time of you.

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Found.

nice to see as I read writes from people on this site,
words of love words of hate words of lost words of fate,
how do you spell emotions I read,
                                                       would y.o.u. be right?

fingers to board you let your hearts soar 
from your mind and hearts finding the words 
turning pain into art,              
                                                    like a sunset on a sea shore.

years ago pen to paper was all we knew,
lost souls with no home and nothing to do
we raged are withered with out a clue
                                                  others are out there,like you.

short or long,weak and strong these words they grow
touching me touching you filling our souls, 
no longer alone no longer do I hide 
                                                 I love poetry and I don't care who knows.

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Mom

Mom I promised you I would do my best to help my brothers and sisters pass 
life's test to remember how you were before you were laid to rest.

Mom I`m finding it really hard to do, my brothers don`t talk to each other they`re 
playing a fool, my sisters can`t stop crying for you.
 
Mom I fill no matter what I do it`s not right, try finding peace in this family fight only 
to find I did nothing by the end of night.
  
Mom I remember our last talk, you said no matter what you would be by while I 
take this walk, mom I need your strength for my life they mock.

Mom I told you I`d be fine, that I was not blind, that at the end of this road peace I 
would find,

Mom I fill I`m not the one, all this stress I`m not having fun`m stepping up while 
the others run.

Mom I told you I promise, but it`s my family that suffers and it`s them I miss, so I 
ask you please help me through this.

Mom I am doing what I said I would, while the others fail to do what they should, 
Mom I did the best I could.

Mom,.... how come,.... you chose me to be the one?

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A Friend

Humbled by the blessing that falls around me,
the smell, the filling, it is what I'd like to be,

Soothing to the touch like silk on her face,
feared at times for not taking shape.

Cold as a winter kiss yet hard to be missed,
cool as a summer breeze on the 1st. of August,

Hated by ones who can't see the beauty I see,
cursed by others as  they hide under trees,

Wanted while alone and your tears land,
wanting it yet unable to hold it in your hand,   


A friend I found years ago in a time of need,
you picked me up planted me like a rose seed,

To cover my body in any season,
to wash away my worries is the reason,

Like music and a sound all it's own,
rain drops carry my favorite tone.

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Lossing My Ship.

Locked in my cabin I can bare to think
   turn to the rocks and let it smash and sink,
       our voyage's end seems to be on the brink,
           alas  a RAIDERS ship now turns to a mild drink,
"captain" a voice at my cabin door screams out,
    as I reach from my sward and stand firmly stout,
         " our ship lyes in the thickest of fog and without,"
               if I listen to the words they are words of doubt,
I steady my hand with a drink and my fate as well
    I open the door and the a crushing angry sea I smell,
        one step out and calm my ship sits still and without yells,
             looking into the eyes of the broken I see withered shells,
how could this be this is my ship and it escaped me,
     a tyrant in my days of old I sit calm speechless as a tree,
          no mutiny no sabotage only a crew unwilling to hear my plee,
              a ship over run by blind servants and disregard for my decree, 
the ski clears as the seas water turns blue,
     a smile from faces as if waiting for an accrue,
         a dead mans ships drifts on waters and starts anew,
               my body plunges into the sea and even at my death I knew,
the soul tamed by ones lovers kiss has no purpose,
      a mans word floats unheard willingly disregard and missed,
             and a captain can only rule until another strips him of his ship,
                   now forgotten and gone this ship floats lost and unequipped.

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Imagination.

Congradtulation on creation & salvation while the congregation gives explanation
of our nation as education to this foundation as frustration rocks the situation 
and the vibration gives separation to the revelation and realization of this
westernization and U.S.'s operation to add inspiration to this manifestation of 
private corporations & organization as they hide there procrastination and
interpretation that all is under investigation, as immigration's discrimination and
demand of proper identification to all civilization, merely a broad interpretation 
of the Bush administration and the daily variations of it's covert operation while
we sit with speculation waiting for an explanation or at lease a translation of
THERE constitution & THERE capitalization, which is just commercialization of 
cannibalization with determination with aplitude mutilation of misinformation, all
mind molestation, or brain masturbation this is globalization at it's finest, the
neutralization of all sensations, narrations of war & relation with no appreciation
for our imagination, we dream of normalization, dreamof revelation, and an end
to this desperation of this damnation, to restore salvation, bring transformation
to this population and peace to ALL generations.

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Angels On Earth.

look and see... its not what we want, how much we have, or what we don't
Tess the season and all I see is frustration hard times and misery
rich am I for what I have...not the money or power I am in this depression too
but I see the angels and I see them here on earth showing us what we don't,
a helping hand, an open door, the compassion we all lost before this plight 
a warm smile that embraces you and ensures you all will be alright
people you may or may not know they're for us they're here to keep us believing
in our hopes our dreams as they always have yes even before this plight,
you read about them in the head lines see them in the news they are here
these times our do to greed we lost our way lost our vision of what it should be
look around you have family and friends your health and time you have...
but you need...you need to be happy not worry you are like them and they are here,
smile to help another smile, extend a hand to help another get up you know you can
hold your child a loved one are just the moment it's what we have it's what we're missing
to just stop for one moment they're here in you and me in the eyes of others 
take time enjoy the holidays with everyone we all need it and see... they are here.

I couldn't find the words but I just wanted to say it's not about the money we spend it's the 
compassion we show to other that make it the most wonderful time of the year, happy 
holiday to all.

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The Gym.

walking in I see I'm not the only one thinking,
    1,2,3,4, every rep every set the body pumping,
        rock in the speakers so no one starts screaming,
           from the treadmills to the dumbbells every ones pushing,
we go to the gym to get away,
     here we find our thoughts of the day,
           no one knows no one can sees it's our way,
                 all our troubles in millions of sets whats there to say.
with every calorie we burn every sweat that falls,
     bills are paid,all is forgiven,no longer crawling the walls,
           it's how we release how we let go it's our peace of mind that is all,
we walk in with so much on our minds,
     we walk out with the smile we couldn't find,
           we don't find it in abuse in a bottle or looking for signs,
                 we find our thoughts here in the gym that is how we unwind.