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There is a million ways to say S+A
but none of that matters if you don’t stay
engraved on to that tree,my arm,my life
forever you will stay in my memory
there’s no getting rid of the chilling feeing that comes when you walk in a room
the stomach knots tying me into a bind of unclear feelings
The sun is in no comparison to you
Heart beating faster I don’t know what to do I’m talking like my lips are covered in glue no words escapeing just my air cause your breath takeing
They say I’m cold and bitter they ask how you put up with her
Tic toc I watch the clock past 1 2 3 how long could this torture possibly
Through those times of madness
When I've no more energy to fight
When I've that feeling of emptiness
You bring me up to the highest height
When ever I'm drowning in loneliness
And every day is just black and white
When ever I'm in times of sadness
The day dreary, your my guiding light
But you did always believe in happiness
Every one feeing happy, feeling all right
Was that perhaps your thoughtfulness
A visionary who always had great insight
Then you did have such an awareness i
The memory of you here day and night
Like when ever I'm in times of darkness
And I can't see, you are my guiding light
I don't know wThis was also inspierd by an old song we we sang at school
here I was going with this write the words guiding light
Took from a poem I wrote called someone back in 2004
Trying to keep pattern as did with others such as WONDERER ,KALIDOSCOPE,SORROW,ECT
this poem guiding light is a tribute to a friend I lost tragicly back in september 1993
someone like no other she was GUIDING LIGHT iM REFERING TO HER SPIRIT THAT LVES ON
AND GETS ME THROUGH THE DAY ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,written by myself DAVID SCOTT JUNE JULY 2012
I don’t know if taking my last breath with a kitchen knife through my heart would be better, the pain radiating through my mutilated body, than taking my last breath unknowingly with an empty bottle of sleeping pills right next to me
I don’t know if the all consuming pain that takes over my mind and racks through my body is worth feeling something for the last moments of my pathetic and numbed life, feeing something even if it feels like a bomb has exploded in my heart spreading fire through my arteries and veins
I don’t know if downing a whole bottle of amphetamines is worth silencing the dull and deafening yelling in my head, the light blue pills acting as a comfort, a parent I never had lulling me into a sleep so deep I might as well have been dead
If I wake up in en emergency room in a daze and a full body bandage, or an unwavering fatigue, my body trapped in what feels like an eternal rest, will I be joyed? Will I be excited? Will I be disappointed, or devastated?
When I inevitably go one day, let it be with enough feeling to wake up my decaying soul, but let it be gentle, let it be what I always hope to find when I slice through the once perfect skin on my disfigured body, causing jagged, uneven, angry red scars that are never everything I’m searching for
Hethgut had to keep the beast away from snow mountain
For the women and children were up there, huddled in fear.
Other men were coming down the hill behind him,
But he was the lead beast slayer, so he stood out front.
He expected to die today, but it would be an honorable death.
They would sing his praises, and his great grandchildren would revere him.
He was more than ready. He was eager, feeing the other world in his grasp.
The monster had claws like an eagle, and eyes of red; blinking lights.
He had never seen such a beast. Smoke came out of its head.
He wondered what weapon would kill this beast.
If he could not kill it, could he at least maim it
Harm it enough that it would limp away, leaving the helpless alone?
Hethgut got out his sword and began slashing.
The beast did not below, scream or shout.
It stopped and looked at him, giving him the chills.
He took a run at it. Feeling his heart leap. A great day to die!
No matter what problems come your way.
Your God is with you, to turn them into hurrays!
Even if your best friends, slap you right in the face.
I promise you that is the best gift and far from a disgrace!
God never did create any junk!
So stop feeing low, you are more than a low-life punk.
Comments are by no means, defintions of you.
Your relationship with God, is most honorable and true.
Fifty-five years ago, today I made a life changing decision.
Had I not, my life might have ended, in a tragic transition .
So, when things for you might be going quite wild and rough.
Do not let arrogant, stuff-shirted people give you guff!
In these fifty-five years, I have lived an exciting life.
Mostly, learning it was alright to be imperfect or not always right.
If you are one who never wrote a book.
Know your poetry, gave more to life, than it took!
Popularity, being top dog, is not where it is at.
Really, what you gave, counts on life’s rose mat.
I know my secific contributions to humanity!
And all of you, helped me stick to them, with veacity.
What a stupendous Valentine’s Day this is!
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2/14/2025
writing you these words
to love you
in the form of prose
as I’ve loved you by my fingertips
and in the beating
mechanism of my soul,
the being and un-being of it all
so let me touch you still,
memories new and far
and soon to be,
the day and night we called
over and over
through the fear and pain I discovered
I didn’t have to be strong
all the time and I just
needed you
my only real fear now
is being kept from you
when you need me, my only want
is your arms to sink into
do you know,
can you feel
the joy I feel when you
lie down and pull me in? it’s
a feeing like i’ve had it all
and so nothing can really be taken,
like loving you when we’re old
would be easy - for us,
and i could die smiling
right here in those moments,
over there in those words
when you call me your angel
in the form of a whisper
Through those times of madness
When I've no more energy to fight
When I've that feeling of emptiness
You bring me up to the hieist height
When ever I'm drowning in loneliness
And every day is just black and white
When ever I'm in time's of sadness
You make every day shine so bright
But you always belie din happiness
Every one feeing happy, feeling all right
Was that perhaps your thoughtfulness
A visionary who always had great insight
But you always had such an awareness
The memory of you here day and night
Like when ever I'm in time's of darkness
And I can't see, you are my guiding light
I dont know where I was going with this write the words guiding light
Took from a poem I wrote called someone back in 2004
This was also inspierd by an old song we we sang at school
Trying to keep pattern as did with others such as WONDERER ,KALIDOSCOPE,SORROW,ECT
this poem guiding light is a tribute to a friend I lost tragicly back in september 1993
someone like no other she was GUIDING LIGHT iM REFERING TO HER SPIRIT THAT LVES ON
AND GETS ME THROUGH THE DAY ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,written by myself DAVID SCOTT JUNE JULY 2012
note did tweek a little switching words verses round but still same
just thought in better context,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,