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Don't let me end this life
Teardrops furnish my dreams as I sleep at night
Stress keeps a writer pasting his life
Blessed to weep, wasting his night
Look only to suspended glory
This is my end story
Awakened buried in depts of sand
Several enemies carrying a manless hand
Who can account for these muderous loyalties
As curteous as poverty spoiling me
I know I'm a loser
Riding passenger side in a best friends cruiser
My reflection through this glass lense ever so tiny
For death smurks at me
Holds me in thy grips as he lurks to see
A greater figure, who won't fall past the liquor
You can forgive me for my sins
Or you can kiss you wife and catch another nut
Should you rehearse my every motion before life begins
Then I shouldn't be another one of your brother's mutts
Your holy savior
I'm not asking you to forgive my behavior
I'm falling by a ratio of useless placeabeo
Oxygen molecules to my head
Toxic as swallowing cubes of lead
Your tears sooth the tears we shed
As mine would only move the dead
So don't let me end this life
Form:
You certainly feel no guilt
for your uncontrolled emotions
showing a need for resistance,
a sign of a certain insistence;
oh,you are untrustworthy and restless
disregarding all of the consequences
and unable to pull out of this mess,
but you can prevent all that!
Let me tend to your need today,
and I won't compromise my fidelity
over a foolish urge of mine:
let me rise to the challenge
and give you another chance to change,
because forgiveness
is the true voice of a selfless heart;
because forgiveness
wipes off all resentment
with a joyful smile...
Tomorrow seems a long way off
and when it comes, it won't plead;
it'll sweep you aside:
erasing your frantic laugh,
to make you regret all that you missed,
all that you didn't give...
I have kept my loyalty;
now,give up your vanity...
I have a peaceful easy feeling
As I sit and write this poem
Comprising 5 old songs
Which remind me of my home
They show me the importance
They teach me with such grace
To get up every morning
With a smile on your face
My youth was filled with ballads
Verses I could trust
And we all know what memories bring...
They bring dia-monds and rust
Songs taught me that my friends were
The wind beneath my wings
To treasure and embrace them
To value what life brings
There's a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in
For me, 'bout sums it up
The hope one feels within
Sometimes a simple sound
Or smell can be so strong
It carries me back light years
To one specific song
And in that song I bask
I know what each line means
Transcended to the past
Dressed in my tie-dyed jeans.
Eagles – Peaceful Easy Feeling
Carol King - Beautiful
Joan Baez - Diamonds and Rust
Bette Midler - Wind Beneath My Wings
Leonard Cohen - Anthemn
A Family Man
Lately I can see me providing for a family
But it's all weary thoughts aside from the demands in me
Why do this, why do that
Seems daily I lie dying on a tear soaked mat
Teachers wanna beg on me for childhood memories
All I've had is abusive tendacies
Hence forth and back to thee
Yet still I can see a family man, a softer me
The characteristics I offer to be
No more jumping homes, it's not a foster plea
The martial status of we, undo what they see
Pictures of my most wanted misery burning
A cast so rationalized in fear
It's only here to see me turning
As I satisfy my bitter aches with this funnel
Such a long tunnel, an impossible journey
Haunted thoughts of a family man, a softer me
No time realm could alter we
Back to stretch my muse
A dried up vision, died confused
Nearly bruised, alternatives misused
If I should fall from this stairway
Grab me and salvage yourself another day
It's only fair play
I could do a lot worse than a snare could say
Form:
Dear world do not mourn me
I’m under the earth and still this world will turn me
So dear world don’t mourn me
I put my soul in a rhyme
Accepting the fact
That I’ll never grow old with time
After Sunday
We should expect to see things a lot different on Monday
Should we spend less time living
And more time thinking of tomorrow
That for which I do not have the answer
Would you borrow another’s sorrow
Just so you could live another day in horror
Saw Mtv’s Cribs
It’s kind of funny how these celebrity’s live
I guess if you got the money, why not
If you’re saved, then why go where it’s hot
So dear world don’t mourn me
Under the earth and still it turns me
So dear world do not mourn me
As promised from my father
He’d release sperm, run out, and not even bother
It doesn’t really bother me
I just need someone to blame if case becomes robbery
Sleeping on couches
Tempted thoughts of stealing money from pouches
How can I love this world
When it so often makes me hurl
Better yet, how can I tell the world to keep hope
When I’m about to lose it
Wanted water, got saliva
But I thank got for letting me choose his spit
So dear world do not mourn me
I’m under the world and still this earth will turn me
So dear world do not mourn me
For only a penny you can buy two sparrows, yet not one sparrow falls to the ground without your Father's consent. (Matthew 10: 29)
I was a little sparrow
Perched on a little ledge
I warbled out my heart
My love song in a pledge
You looked out of the window
And you saw me on my perch
The song didn't suit your fancy
For an arrow you made a search
I kept up my happy song
And little did I know
That sweet look on your face
Was to be my fatal blow
You spoke kind words to me
I was beguiled by your smile
I preened my little features
Danced for you all the while
You found a big enough stone
That would knock me to the ground
And before I knew what happened
There was an explosion of sound
The world around me was spinning
Trees and grass and then sky
I fell down to the ground
I didn't know how or why
My little wing was broken
I lay there throbbing with pain
I looked up at the darkening sky
As felt the first drops of rain
A little boy came running
Picked up my shivering form
He rushed me into the house
Before the darkening storm
His dear Mama bandaged me
Put me in the softest bed
Dripped water into my beak
Gently caressed my feathery head
That night I stopped to wonder
At the hate that you had shown
All I had done was sing my song
Freedom was all I had known
I knew my little wing
Would probably never mend
I’d be bound to the ground
My prayers to the skies I’d send
From one thing I gained comfort
As I saw my rescuer sleep
My Heavenly Father had seen all
And His promise he did keep
I was safe and sound and healing
Would live to see another day
But when you meet God the Father
I wonder what you’ll have to say.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Impose your will and convince me
to stay always with you,because I
won't take love seriously;
because I weasel my way through
and suddenly forget about you!
Let me know all your desires,
and however big they may be...
I can make them come true for you;
it's time I did some right
and make you feel the warm light,
to show you the tenderness
of my generous heart...
come closer,let's build dreams for two!
Impose your will and hold my hand
when my thoughts are hard to surrender,
and I run to others who
use love just like I do;
give me that special reason to stay...
if I don't feel alive,take that pain away!
How long has it been,
you haven't felt the tenderness
and the real joy;
how many happy moments
you have imagined,
but always missed...
although you were here beside me,
to make me see I wasn't alone?
Impose your will,
so that I can live!
Every young face I see...
reminds me of Marlene's pretty eyes;
as her softly-spoken words
echo in my wonderful dream!
I stroll along
the lonely and silent road
without holding her hand,
remembering everything we said!
The reddish leaves
fall off the tall trees;
the lonely sparrow
flies away to hide his sorrow,
and I feel like him
without a happy song to sing,
without words to say...
just wasting away!
By the end of this day,
I'll smile behind the warm teardrops...
remembering our sweet joy:
never to feel it again,
or to give it with happiness
to my beautiful Marlene!
Long and silent road,
why life and destiny
hold me back without a reason;
If I am to blame...
I apologize for my vanity,
but how much do I have to pay
for that wrong decision?
Long and silent road
grant me this last wish:
can I hope to see Marlene
walk with me again?
Lonely and silent road,
when will I forget what I miss?
I have a little treasure trove where I keep special things.
Today I thought I'd take it out, search through my memories.
Inside were pictures, souvenirs and things almost forgot,
And then among some special notes, a paper I knew not.
It seemed at first a poem that was started long ago.
Written just for me, in secret by my beau.
He must have written hurriedly, and stuck it in my hand,
To tell me I was special, he thought that I was grand.
I've kept that note, his song of love, for lo these many years;
And as I read it through again, it still brings me to tears;
For this song was like his love, he said it had no end,
Till I became his wife and so a new song could begin.
Judy Ball
For Treasure Trove Contest by Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of PS
Of all the things I’ve come to be
All the whispers I wanted you to see
A daily entrapment
A gauntlet for me
Moisture in a soulless capture
The doors are closing
Place your grace
Upon the select few chosen
Forget this flesh
The doors are closing
Grant me peace
As my suffering
Will satisfy the chosen
A bitter sweet goodbye
The trust that transpires
Within the heat of a lie
Go on without me
I’ll see you there
I promise, I’ll try
The doors are closing
The select few that are chosen
The doors are closing
Grant me peace
As my suffering
Will make ease
Remember me today
For memories of me tomorrow
Will not be so willing to remain
A stain to never stay
In the mist of fog
And do reach to grasp it
Breathe easily, be calm
As you realize
It was something
Always built of feign
My friend
The doors are closing
Grace
The peace
That everyman has chosen
The doors are closing