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Your smile

Touched by your smile..
All that remains is your kindness..
If only I could whisper to you that
I care for you, my world would shine with your brilliance..
On the other side of a closed heart,
All I can you hear is your call...
Unable to tell you my feelings
all I can do is,
To hold it deep in my heart.
As the Amber sun sets on the day, 
all I can recall is your smile that had the brilliance of the sun..
Your kindness that is so warm that it hurts..
I'll hide it away in my heart so that the wind doesnt steal it from me..
I have always held them close,
But the strength to tell you and wish for you with all my heart,
As my fragile self cries on it,
If not for you I wouldn't have known how it is to help,
I hope I can tell you, 
Hope.


To my lower Self

Come back to the refuge; Lets take a trip inside. No shadow can see you here, the perfect place to hide. Come back to the refuge, the largest space of all. Theres room for all your hopes and dreams, so you can bring them all. Come back to the refuge, there's power you can find; Silence is the kingdom, lost somewhere behind your mind. Come back to the refuge, the great ones wait for you; Through white light to fields of green, and skies the bluest blue; Come back to the refuge, I know its been a while, but time's a lie, so please dont sigh - just come back with a smile! Come back to the refuge, do you still know the way? Let go of thinking without any effort, and sit like that today. Come back to the refuge, put down those heavy bags! The present is a gift, it doesnt matter how its wrapped. Come back to the refuge, the journey is alone; But once your near, youl feel me here; Because the refuge is my home... Signed - HIGHER SELF.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Hold Tight

.....Lonely .....
In  the end they decide im not what they want.
They become anothers memory that will come back to haunt.
Say you want me you really do
Then in the end im left feeling blue
Is there any love thats true
Why must i always be left behind
Sits heavy on my mind
Lost everytime i have tired. 
In the end im the one that has cried
Love for others seem to come and go
And my lonely starts to show
When will i ever be someones one and only
Instead i sit here feeling so lonely. 
Will ot always be this way.
Will i ever find the right words to say 
To make someone want to stay
Will it always be
Lonely me.
thats all i seem to see
Maybe in some point and time
Ill come up with the right rhyme
Intill them ill see them walking out the door
Leaving my heart on the floor. 
Arm in arm hearts ready. To soar
But all i do is fail
Doesnt do my heart so well
Seems love ,i will never find
Just memories left to remind
Lonely is the night
When no ones there to hold me tight. 
Doesnt seem right
Form: Rhyme

I Wasn'T There

I wasn't there
If you say so 
But I grieved each and every time;
I didn't know
But my heart felt heavy 
Like it was sinking in the day sky.

I get these dreams of auspicios days 
I am walking around in a festive stage,
And I keep searching and 
Find myself loathed in sacred duty
And I wake up gulping,
Spirits are at work to take somebody .
And I still don't want it to believe,
Myths of ordinary tales says
that somebody is going to leave .
 I continue My journey
 I am far away ,
What can I predict that can change .

Restless dry ache for days
Like all the things I do doesn't matter
And I keep watching the sky from inside;
Like I am trying and reminscing 
All my bad cries ,
And it's couple of hours that pass by
When I End up bawling like a child ,
Like I am witnessing something that 
has come to say Goodbye.

When I collect myself from the Remorse 
I hear from a somebody
That we have lost Somebody,
And I keep my calm 
And ask them how and all about
With a choke in my heart 
I cut the call,
And I walk down the memory lane
With few moments of Abundant love shower,
Cuz I wasnt there
But I knew we had somebody who kept check on our family
 as an elderly guiding flower, 

Like that  
We have lost too many allies,
I wasn't there
If you say so
But I have grieved each and every time.

And I come by after 
Look how time flies 
I don't quite talk of who has 
dissapeared from our side,
And I wasn't there 
If you say so,
What would I know ;
But my eyes do look for them each of every time , 
An Empty glance of the place they reside.

 I didn't come there as a  final abide,
And it's too late for My Goodbyes,
So I don't talk about it as 
My years won't suddenly show ,
After all I wasnt there
If you say so,
And I might feel out of place 
To make it show everything is all right
My smile may come through as a recurrent flaw.
I am Far ; I know .

I wasn't there
If you say so
But I have grieved each and every time
Even if It doesnt show.
Form: Rhyme

More Silent Wars

Of all the wonderful things 
and this is what I think of 
The days that die away
Dire toward

from a body painted like a portrait 
i now realize my days were worth living
and i apologize if my smile
is a bigger burden then you can bare

drinking death
maybe that's what belief is 
a journey of man to find himself

Having gotten over looking into the mirror at night
I find it harder to face the days 
standing closer to the carousel 
I see the ends in sight

fairytales give us something to believe in 
when this life becomes too real
I'm about to go watch a movie 
and pretend tomorrow doesnt matter

"empty artist"


Green Walls

Sitting alone with my thoughts,  my mind likes to wander
Especially when I want it to stop, I cant think to turn to
The alcoholic drops, thats the exact thing that killed my pops.
I watched him silently comit suicide through the bottles of
Wine, only getting more depressing over time, I was completely 
Blind, to the world I grew up in, a crack house at 9, answering 
The door to cops time after time. Looking for my hero, 
The one who protects me, the only parent that doesnt reject me,
I wish my mom and I had a connection, but these days
I can only feel tension, from the lack of life we lived together.
Im sure the path she chose for her Is much better. She escaped
The underworld of a good man. Good intentions just lack of will,
Leaving him to sip only on the tripple distilled. I dont blame
The man, because he tried his best, life just one to many times
Put him to the test. Now he just wants to drink and rest. Leaving
Me to be motivated by someone whos already dead, from the 
Inside, leaving me sitting upstairs between these green walls 
To cry. These green walls getting close, destroying my mental
Composure, closer and closer they get, I do more things Im soon
To regret. Im losing control though I see things clear, watching
My life go.

To be continued...

Premium Member Spice Doesnt Like Me Anymore

Spice doesn’t Like me Anymore
David J Walker

Spice doesn’t like me anymore
A taco would be nice
With a little Spanish rice but
Spice doesn’t like me anymore

Some frijoles with grated 
cheddar cheese
would be fine but let  me
add please, 
leave off the jalapeno 
cause its just No Bueno
Spice doesn’t like me any more

At one time I could eat it with ease
But now not even Chinese
That Goo goo Guy Pan is for a 
Younger man
Cause Spice doesn’t like me anymore

So  what am I supposed to eat
That doesn’t have just a little heat
There are very few dips 
As good as Salsa and Chips 
Too bad

Cause Spice isn’t nice
And nothing will suffice 
And it’s hard to think twice
About paying the price
For guacamole with chipotle  
Once more 

But Spice doesn’t like me 
Anymore
Form: Rhyme

The Question Is

we ask oh conscience!
  most faithful friend.
you give comfort,ease,relieve, defend:
 but if for some reason my dear friend would go ;
i;ll be left with my deadiest foe.

[for our conscience tells us that
 we were not put here to play to dream  or to drift,
we have hard work to do and heavy loads to lift.
so
blame not the struggle face it tis god gift.
 are not these days evil but whose to blame
we just fold our hands in shame,
its time to stand up speak out in gods name.
be strong- doesnt matter what goes wrong ,
how hard the battle or how the day is long
 fiant not     fight on 
for tomorrow comes a brand new song..
yet
hope springs eternal in the human breast
,man never is   ,but always to be blessed. 
know the youself ;persume not God to scam.
for the proper study of mankind is man.
 the same ambition can destroy or save.
to determine weather you 're weak or brave. 
honor and shame from no condition rise,
do well your part for thats where your honor lies.....
Form: Rhyme

A Childs Life

Laughter, smiles, running about, learning what flying a kite high above the clear blue sky, making sand castles in the warm sand, running through sprinklers in the hot july sun.

These are some of the warm fun things that all children are about, eating hot dogs, snow cones, ice cream cones, wandering about without a care in the world. 

NOt worrying about who does or doesnt like their clothes, if they get picked last for a game. If society accepts them for who they are, children are like birds, they may be able to fly higher than others, but they are all part of our world, and they all have their special place in our lives, and their own special beauty that deserves to be seen. 

THey are our future, how special they are and if they smile, laugh or have tears falling down their face, its in our hands, how we see them, is up to us..

Birthday 22

Please God hear this prayer of mine.
For it has been the longest one longest of times
I know your listening, like you did the other times before
Hear me knocking on your front door..
Where is my wife i so longed for? 
To blossom with..?
And grow old until we fall down the floor
Yes her! The one i can share my story with
And she would keep me in her heart, stored
Trails and harships id welcome gladly,
 Just give me a sign shes the one 
A huge one i cant possibly miss or ignore
Please Father show me another glimpse of the future
In a poetic and beautiful way
One thats always lovely when it stays
Who is she?
 My Lord..
Because Il accept her as me until im dead
And meet eternity
Please give me a response
Because the thought linger and haunts..
My hopeless romantic heart
doesnt want to take anymore shots 
And this passion in me is burning red hot 
Please hear me and remember me..
Please Father?
At least for my birthday ??
age

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