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Eddie Rodgers Poem
I have come to a conclusion from the result of having my heart taken toyed with and tore. That to a pain unsettled and undying in me that I couldn't sit away to collect dust and ignore that thru the mist of pain joys of wonders to the tops of The Himalayas to the miles of The Great Wall Of China, or from the crushing waves of the sea, everybody yes every body whether it be you, her next to you, or even me, and we weren't sure and the pain came to be much more, has been hurt at least a time or two unfortunately before.
Like a shell upon a beach with waves and tides that build and roar, for once or twice it has been washed or thrust against the un grasping insensitive shore.
So once or twice ill be destined to be hurt a time or two more, there upon the shore exclaiming, crying out, and gasping, “I can take not a bit of pain more”.
If not by the words of another and distant ourselves we try to shelter our heart breaking and leaving the most valued of life’s delicate parts under cover that a pain like this could not come for me to open up to love another
If it were by a mother and the child came to find out she abandoned them at birth, or by the small girl who went thru life abused physical or mentally never knowing her true worth. For is it a curse that has traveled thru time to replace the happiness that my heart had claimed once before to be mine.
So what do we do with this hurt that has become like dots that we connect with lines? Do we bottle it up and force our selves to believe that every thing within time will be totally fine.
Or do we take it back to the place where it has been washed upon the roaring shore, so that it is passed unto another who's soul is pure and they too can say I have been hurt at least a time or two before.
Copyright © Eddie Rodgers | Year Posted 2015
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Eddie Rodgers Poem
Come to me at your weakest when there seems to be not a bit more of energy that can be zapped, tore, or desecrated from your perished soul. When your knees and legs can no longer support the weight of the world as theybend from the burdens of others so therefore I can take you in with all of the sins that life has handed out and given to those of the weakened heart and clense my loves pain away. Come to me when everyone or thing has taken the last bit of breath out of you and I will give you love to renew that faith in your heart that not everyone is out to hurt nor break your spirits that true love exists. Come to me when the wounds of love can no longer be bandaged or coated with remedies to heal the pain but in the back of your mind know I am the cure so call out my name, CALL OUT MY NAME, and though distant I shall be I will come. I will come to you in the night running a road that never seems to end that gives no breaks or exits to turn off until I get to the destination which is my loves' heart and I will exhale out saying, 'finally my love I am here I have made it to thee'. Come to me when the defined moment of our words mean your lips to mine and there can be no savior to amount to thy heart. When the redemption to ones chest is altered given to the nearest heart only to find that they can not be placed together for not all beats are similar not all eyes see the same. When the ashes of fires escape to blow out to the world. Allow me to be your whisper to the day your parting sun so that the world can see the glowing of the moon. Together we shall sit and pluck the stars out of the skies, and then compare why we love each of them. Come to me when your tears have swallowed the soles of your face and though the pain can not be replaced they may have fallen dry fromthe hurtof never being cured, but I will give them moisture. I will give the dying soul life, the airless lungs breath, and the lonesome body a deep need of caress. When you become but a weed that has withered I shall water you so that you can grow back in the rose you were. When words have no meanings then and only then can everything have been said so come to me then when your at your weakest because then we shall know that the world can love you no more
Copyright © Eddie Rodgers | Year Posted 2015
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Eddie Rodgers Poem
What ever came of that broken heart that so many of us have come to know? That haunted us for years and just wouldn’t seem to let go. Like a shadow, it followed us, and like a nightmare it entered our head to a point where sleeping became a problem, and you would stay up all night in bed.
What came to this broken heart that love was newly defined, to something so opposite we didn’t want to let it enter our mind. Did it go away with the season, turn right around and come back for a new reason? Or did it go away today just to come back in the month of May? Did it leave our mind just to come back in another time, or did it go, to a place where we could neither imagine nor know? What came of this broken heart that I often called mine, I believe it was never broken it was just me being blind.
Copyright © Eddie Rodgers | Year Posted 2015
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