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It was a beautiful story,
I wish it was my own.
It makes me think of you,
so every now and then
I turn it on.
Was the first song we danced to,
it made us fall in love.
Now every time it plays
I see your face,
you’re all I think of.
Why does it seem true loves
are always kept apart?
Is it cruel fate,
a form of bait
that’s used to crush the heart?
Or is God to blame
for all this pain,
or maybe we’re just blind.
Well, I don’t really know...
I’m just missing you tonight.
But I still see you in my dreams,
and I still hold you in my arms.
Each time the little things bring
you back in my mind,
I find you’re still inside my heart.
So, I don’t care how long time goes on,
I’ll sit and wait til time stands still.
Where nothing ever can keep
us apart again.
If I have to wait until forever...
then I will.
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I told them I'm tired now
time stands still a casual acquaintance without breaths
death is not gracious just an unfaithful companion
sorrowful sombre soul slumbers
bound to uncharted waters I'm drowning..
loyal morning birds chant mournful melodies on repeat
strumming to heartbeats
mishmash medley of images reverberate repeatedly
regretful reminders
leave an emptiness behind
echoes float like ghosts..
I can hear a billion souls but I'm deaf free from those
bitter and remorseful ignorant uncultured
without realisation of words unspoken
what could have been should have been but was not
it's too late regret is an unfaithful belief
loved ones stare upon my grave shivers and silence
anguish and grief pain and relief
I'm paralysed
unable to rise
to wipe their tears and fears..
craving to have one more chance to make amends
to express my emotions to show greater devotion
it's too late nothing is immortal love we share only a memory
in times when my scent reappears smile that I existed
love with all of your heart..
I was never lost never found
misunderstanding led to impassive pretending
I became too preoccupied building walls
they failed to overcome and conquer
yet I was no fortress..
legacies left behind reveal with time
words written words unwritten surreptitious or controversial
unimportant for remembrance die with me
maybe grim reaper will listen...
Facing life the best I can , standing tall
Got my back against the wall
But here I stand
Holding the dead man's hand
Dancing to the devils band
Six guns blazing
Bullets grazing
Maybe my last fight
And I'll probably die tonight
But untill then got you in my sight
Holding the dead man's hand
Dancing to the devils band
But I won't go down
May be my last trip to town
Riding the outlaw way
May end today
Boots on mind clear
Forgot what it is to Fear
Or hold someone dear
Lost to all I see
Dancing to the devils band
Saw I held the dead man's hand
As I lay dying
I thought I heard crying
Angels crying for those Holding the dead man's hand
Time stands still
My body pays the bill
Lost to tomorrow
Beyond the sorrow
Long as your Holding the dead man's hand
You'll be Dancing to the devils band
29 Aug 2014 6:53 pm
Adult playland
Time stands still in
a magical land
come let me show
you, just take my
hand
No children can come
here its only for
the grown
A place to relax a
far away home
There are trees
filled with fruits
and nuts
and shady spots for
tired butts
A sweet spring pond
with minnow fish
you can soak you
feet or skinny dip
A small white
mountain with a
horse and wagon full
of hay
You can ride up
enjoy the sight then
sliegh ride back the
same day
Lots of rides and
things to do
like hide and seek
and jump rope too
There's a giant
stair case with
padded towels
To slide a bumpy
ride down
Fire flys light the
night
and love to be
caught then back to
flight
No worry for
mosquitoes and the
biting fly
There are friendly
bats and on those
they dine
Croaking frogs and
crickets sing
sweet smelling
flowers forever
spring
Butterfly's so
beautiful and free
put on a show for
you and me
A big front porch
with rocking chairs
and old hound dogs
and cats napping
without care.
Old grandpas with
jumpy knees they
shrink you down and
bounce you all you
please
Grand ma shouts wash
your hands at the
fountain there
wash your face and
comb your hair
Dinner is ready and
boy its good
Now hurry before its
cold if you would
Back yard raised
fried chicken and
real buttered corn
on the cob
Mashed potatoes and
gravy and thanks
first to God
Green beans and
apple pie cold milk
to spare
No ones a stranger
so pull up a chair
It's all waiting
there for you
It's there in your
heart and easy to
get to
Just remember the
good child hood
times
and sing and
remember those fun
childhood rhymes
In twilight's glow, where words softly weave,
Two hearts entwined beneath the silver moon,
With every glance, the world begins to leave,
As time stands still, and love’s sweet song is strewn.
The gentle brush of hands, a spark ignites,
In laughter shared, the universe aligns,
With every breath, the heart takes flight,
In tender moments, destiny entwines.
Through storms and trials, love's light will endure,
A flame that warms the coldest, darkest night,
In every challenge, we shall find a cure,
For love, my dear, makes everything feel right.
So let us dance beneath the stars above,
In every heartbeat, know this truth: we love.
It’s again one of those evenings
It’s again one of those pains
It’s again one of those
moments of loneliness.
When a whiff of fragrance in the air
sets the heart pounding
When the soothing moonlight
sets the soul on fire,
When you cry
and couldn’t shed tears
When you drink the ocean
and couldn’t quench the thirst,
When you envy the twinkling stars
and hate the free roaming clouds
When time stands still
and each moment you live
seems like an eternity,
When at each breath in you live
and at each breath out you die!
~Contest: "P" (Pathos) Poetry
~Sponsor: Constance La France
Shadow Land…
Walking and talking
On through a silver forest
Enchanted birds either sing
Or give up their wings
As the magician controls all things
Time stands still if that is his will
He has ways of making you believe
He’s a magic man, lives in magic land
And I have seen in disbelief his tricks
Is he more than a magic man
In what now seems a foreign land
Heaven, Hell, and Earth are at his command
The powers that be
Altering images of time and space
Defying nature’s laws to cover up all of the flaws
His realm of magic the only cause
Lost in a scheme that’s just a deadly dream
With the strength to conquer anyone
Walking and talking
On through a silver forest
The sun is rising, the shadows playing
Games of time whose secrets are undiscovered
Plain and simply, days without numbers
Time will stand still if that’s his will
He has ways of making us believe…
He is a magic man
Lives in a magic land,
Shadow Land.
Planting the garden with all love and kindness
I kneel and bow my head in quiet contemplation
Reflecting on life passed,
already slipped through my fingers
Of times my soil was not tendered by such kindred hand
When minutes were short
and hours so fully crammed with business
I'd simply open my seeds regardless of consequence
and scatter aimlessly upon the land
Much that fell about me would wither, fall, or fail
For quality of moment did not matter,
meant little to me
Little I did would flourish
for it surely wasn't manned nor intended
No nurturing, no love, no care, no nothing
Yet now my precious moments surely stand
I learnt in time to find freedom in saying no,
gently taking back that
that was too freely given
To once more take hold of pallet and brush with artistic flair
That my own world could bloom in full colour and take a stance
So I could get a grip, a hold on all
To really know how to stamp my brand
For time stands still for no-one
Under the veil of silence, thoughts float like the shadows of lost dreams,
In the labyrinth of time, where seconds whisper echoes of longing,
It is the moment when spirits dance in harmony with forgotten stars,
And in the depths of the soul, doors open to eternal realms.
Sleep is the gateway where the lights of reason fade, slow and gentle,
It is a refuge for the heart, where pains dissolve into silence,
It is a murmur of a river that carries memories in waves of forgetfulness,
In a world where dream and reality weave together magically.
In the dance of the night, the soul plunges into the seas of the unknown,
In a hypnotic dance of thoughts merging with the eternal,
Under the wing of the moon, the mystery of unseen worlds is revealed,
And the desire to know becomes a whisper lost in the wind.
The dream is an altar where illusions and secret truths intertwine,
It is a journey through the valleys of shadows, where time stands still,
In deep sleep, the mind becomes a field of shimmering stars,
And each moment becomes a brick in the wall of eternity.
The entire existence becomes an incantation of cosmic calling,
A murmur of desires rising from the depths of being,
In a symphony of silences carrying echoes of infinity,
And in sleep, the longing to understand the mystery of life is born.
In darkness, the soul rises and falls, like a night butterfly,
It is a waltz with the unknown, where loneliness becomes a friend,
It is the place where dreams rise like a prayer to the universe,
And in this silence, we find the peace of a night without end.
Mexico we have arrived leaving the snow and cold behind
A beautiful beach with warm water what a timely find
For the next week relaxing and warm waters await
Time stands still no need to hurry, fun thinks to create
Having the sun beat down on me , my body rejoices
Eating scrumptious food watching stunning shows some great choices
The staff are great , so helpful and aim to please
Lounging in my beach chair mediating ,wind creates a gentle breeze
Time to create the perfect suntan courtesy of the sun
Music flows through the air , I get up and dance such fun
The food I will savour forever, no waiting in line
The trip like the poem is coming to an end, until next time