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I know that stealing is wrong but I don't regret what I did.
I only stole food and I only did it to be able to feed my kids.
After my wife died, I had a breakdown and my job was something I lost.
I would've gladly paid for the food but I couldn't afford what it cost.
I turned to other people for help but they refused to lend a helping hand.
People don't help others like they used to, it was too much for me to stand.
My kids went to a foster home when I went to jail.
Now I'm fighting to get them back and I won't fail.
I have a new job and I'll get them back but I don't know when.
But mark my words, my children and I will be a family again.
(This is a fictional poem)
Do you still search mirrors, looking for me?
Do you now look outward–in to where you were,
but have never really been?
Like a stubborn cobweb, you dust my tired mind
and pool my older tears as my feelings rewind.
You sought to be lost upon untreaded paths
seeded with selfish young wrath.
I am sadly sure that you torched any existing map.
I had to be me - more than just your sought need.
I had to grow - but you said ‘no’, so I had to be freed.
You paled with cold, refused my warmth and disappeared.
You vanished. To me, it will never focus as something clear.
You, my you – lost in time, lost in place.
Most times, I steer towards a good cope.
Other times I feel you should have to know
all the parts of me that your lost, cost.
We shared our dreams, first kept in a free box.
We grew them on baby powder and giggles.
Our childhood dreams were warm escapes that felt nice,
but we aged and I matured. You secured resistance.
Expensive are dream rates when love is the price.
One good life lost. Two potential joys tossed. Pointless sacrifice.
Sometimes remembrances linger more light and I may then think,
maybe you live happily lost in our old, free, dream box.
Could never live in a city,
nothing about it feels right,
so cramped, crowded, and quite dirty,
hard angles always in sight.
The stress I see in the faces,
pricey closets for a home,
everything near someone else’s,
no land they can call their own.
Moving like rats in a subway,
nothing but concrete to walk,
all this to live where ‘things happen,’
at least that’s how many talk.
So few of them will have children,
the cost most just can’t afford,
and most went there for the fast life,
gives nothing but demands more.
The morals always declining,
any in they’ll tolerate,
cling to it amidst the chaos,
and die still claiming it’s great.
The crimes of degraded people,
city hall doing nothing,
don’t care to arrest criminals
when they need them all voting.
It hollows out the whole city,
great buildings rotting away,
the people not getting better,
the whole place endlessly fades.
And yet they say we should live there,
believe they top all the rest,
better than all of those ‘rednecks,’
see other folk as much less.
No, I can’t live in a city,
the whole place is insane,
no job, museum, or night club
can be worth that kind of pain.
People need to know, that freedom isn’t free,
there are those who gave their life, for you and me.
Many come back wounded, they’ll never be the same,
if we don’t stand up to help them, we should sit in shame.
The things they had to go through, the things they now, must endure,
freedom isn’t free, this we see for sure.
If we’d put ourselves in their place, try and walk a mile or two,
we’d listen to our hearts, when the truth comes shining through.
They paid that price, their life for our freedom, you see,
many come back forever disabled, cause freedom isn’t free.
Be a grateful supporter, it’s our time to pay the cost,
as we live our lives, theirs they have lost.
They shouldn’t need for anything, they payed the price you see,
isn’t it our time to pay the price for them, cause freedom isn’t free.
I Have Read Some of Your Book, the Stories told and the Positive Messages it attempts to Portray.
I Believe in them, But Don’t know if I Can Live up To Them?
To Prove My Worth as A Man, I Seek Power, Influence, Monetary Wealth and Prestige.
I Think of Being Virtuous, A Man Of Character, Humble and Truth Seeking.
Though I Still Often Seek Lusts of The Flesh, Even If Only In My Mind.
Oh Wretched and Sinful Man that I Am.
Your Words Wash Over Me, Renewing My Mind, Spirit and Resolve, But I Often Wonder If It Is Enough?
For In My Daily Walk, I Often Do the Right Thing, But With The Wrong Motives.
Many Times Seeking Mine Own Ends At Any Cost.
Father Give Me Wisdom For Today, For Tomorrow I Will Need More.
Grant Me Daily Sustenance For Food, Shelter, Clothing and a Few of My Many Wants, Or Hearts Desires.
Help Me Not to Seek to Be Free Of Your Guidance, Instruction(s) Or Laws, Merely to attain Temporary Goals which Fade and Decay With the Passage Of Time.
Know that I Love You, I Don’t Always Understand You, Or Know Your Will, Though I Long to Have Your Presence In My Life.
Forgive Me For Past Indiscretions and Daily Misjudgments In Character, for I Am Only A Man, Made Of Flesh and Blood.
Though Made Of Clay, and Seeking Your Face.
Sincerely,
Your Son by Adoption
Author Paul Cumberbatch (September 15th, 2020)
Hesitation has cost me much joy,
sweet moments I didn't share,
it wasn't either greed or insecurity...
I preferred look away and not care.
If this guilt had not been there
to control my sense of extreme humility:
a laugh, a kiss, a touch or gesture
wouldn't have been missed by me.
Some wonder why they didn't dare,
why they wouldn't dream of what was already there,
not to explore all the wonders and delights of desire...
being reluctant to show the tender side.
.
Wished my decisions hadn't been too premature,
making me prone to mistakes, that in turn
turned out to be a disaster rather than a failure...
watching everything I built quickly burn.
Hesitation has cost me much joy,
the tender feel of willing and passionate lips,
to assure those eruptions of internal passions...
now, what I desire is deluding me.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
To love your country,
you must commit yourself indefinetly;
there are no doubts, or fears
when it comes to defend it fervently..
do it for the sake of your family,
or your countrymen who wish for peace!
They will send you to distant lands,
away from your loved ones...
to uphold freedom and its sanctity,
and you'll shine with bravery!
Anytime peace is threatened,
you'll retaliate and engage in combat,
true soldiers always fight with self-confidence,
never retreat in any circumstance!
There'll be days of fright , of darkness and despair,
and nights to shed tears on cold pillows;
no tender eyes to glance into or arms to embrace,
but surrendering distorts your honor!
As the mission comes to its end suddenly,
and you are one of the surviivors to declare victory,
although you'll also grieve for the fallen ones:
you'll wave your flag to the calmest skies!
To love your country,
you must avail yourself of dignity
and protect its borders vigilantly;
be aware of its tremendous cost:
risk your own life,or allow
the enemy to toast!
You can't see my soul,
But I think that you know,
It ain't what it is
But it is becoming what it will be,
Tapestries of the past and the jagged corners of the now and blended hope into the future,
Merge all three I's into one you'll see as me,
Past lessons good and bad were the threshold of today,
And as they melt into tomorrow
Ancient pains won't stand in my way,
Cuts and bruises scraped knees of life,
Will not hold me at bay,
As I learn and then grow stronger facing east each dawning day,
Face is worn and leathered life attempts to make me hard and steely grey,
Yet with every blow I weather I grow softer in the grace,
The old man inside me now sees what young arrogance of yesterday could not embrace,
Life tattoos you call em scars
But it's just how the one becoming me has come to be,
And the pains that cost the most
Are the wounds that you can't see,
The ink of life imprinted on my soul
Will become God's masterpiece
In the land of tin men, a little tin soldier he was made
Now painted red and blue in a wooden box he was laid
Was then given to a child, he was happy as could be
Thinking of all the other toys that he would get to see
Every night in the little boy's bed, next to him he lay
Guarding him against all evil until the next light of day
Everywhere the little boy went, the tin soldier went too
The little boy proud of his soldier’s uniform of red and blue
He always sat at the end of the table whilst his master ate
Telling all the other little boys the tin soldier was his mate
They all gathered around to see his uniform of red and blue
But they all laughed and said “mines a better one than you”
So it was to be that the fight began, in the sandpit it grew
All the little tin men fighting the soldier dressed in red and blue
Then the fight was over, and the little tin soldier he had lost
He had paid a heavy price, with his arm, and leg the cost
The little boy of his tin soldier, he was so ashamed
The battle was lost, and the tin soldier was to blame
The little boy left him there, and went inside to cry
The little tin soldier only wished that he could die
Many weeks passed the tin soldier in the sandpit he was laid
The bright colours of his uniform had now began to fade
The tin soldier wasn’t happy, for he had put up such a fight
When he saw a shadow coming towards him, in the night
It was the little boy, who had come looking for his mate
The little tin soldier forgetting what could have been his fate
The little boy then hugged his tin soldier with all of his might
How could he not love the little tin soldier who had put up such a fight
In the land of tin men, a little tin soldier he was made
Now painted red and blue in a wooden box he was laid . . .
Won’t you stand with me for a little while?
I will walk a thousand miles to see you smile
Stand with me…
Stand with me, dear,
Stand with me if you want to
Stand with me,
Darling, stand with me and be you
Stand with me…
I thought all faith was lost and everything
Until I noticed I was found
Stand with me…
Our priceless love doesn’t cost anything
I am no longer gravity-bound
Stand with me…
Stand tall through it all
Stand with me…
Stray with me and free-fall
Stand with me…
Get on the ball and walk hope’s hall
Stand with me…
Don’t hit your fists against the wall
Be of good courage, my love
Treasure happiness from above
Stand with me…
We are spiraling and descending into nothingness
We are colliding and swirling into hopelessness
Stand with me…
But, don’t give up now
You got to win somehow
Stand with me…
Sometimes, we lose
But, that is all old news
Stand with me…
Be brave and take a bow
We are living in the now
We are rulers of our tranquil town
Mind-blown because we replaced our smiles with a negative frown
Don't give up
Just move forward
Stand with me...
Stand with me.....
I don't want to be on my own
I feel in distress when I'm alone
I'm by myself, wondering if you'll stand with me
Stay with me, stand by me, lean on me passionately