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It's a Boy!

The first time I saw your face I frowned
I wasn't upset with you but with the woman
that handed you to me and all the memorys
it triggered
As I looked at those tiny hands and feet
I had a moment of hope and pride before it was 
distracted away medically and smashed
the reality of life hit me like a jolt of electric
corseing through my body
oh what tomorrow may bring my son
I'm sorry!I'm sorry for the world you are in

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Faded

Light in the dark of
night all around
I'm not going far
bright but dimming down

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Encounter

I didn't hear any machine noises to warn me of her presents.
A small hand touched my shoulder and I jumped.
I turned to see nothing behind me till she lowered her hood.
A floating head was all I saw till she turned off her
cloak to reveal her four foot doll like frame.
She pressed her head against my chest and wraped her
arms around my waste and I returned the hug.
It's been so long Becka I'm supprised to see you!

Copyright © Thomas Hopkins | Year Posted 2008

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Death

In The Realm of His Life Forever as long as it lasts
we move away from the past
and the questions that we never ask
get buried and burned to the ash

We kept trying to make our way
but it degraded into the decay
And tomorrow it never comes
and all that we do is undone

And all that we've made with our hands
slips through our fingers like sand
And into the shadows it fades of and 
gets buried beneath the land

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Distant Friend

The black hood cloaked her so only a pale white
face was showing.Her features where too strange
to pass as human but beautiful all the same.
Her dark eyes looked at me longly but we both
knew it could never be the way it was.We both
had our obligations to other people now.Her small
thin hands touched my face gently on the cheeks.
I pulled down her hood and stroked my fingers 
through her almost white hair Then kissed her
forhead.I made a joke about the cloak saying it
was from some kind of witches order.We parted
ways and with a flash of light she was gone.

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The Oracle

Spirit of the journey 
Thy scallop wings 
benevolent 
with majesty and grace 
Thine orb illuminate 
Thus tis done 
Thy pilgrimage 
beyond lightening 
beyond moment 
beyond thought 
Through darkness thy way 
Be lit 
lines that weave 
ever tomorrow 
the way 
as time and time 
there with time combine 
at tis base 
forever today

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Questions

There are so many things that I'd like to know
but the questions i ask are answered so slow

Like reality!

All time and space why is it so?
And
Why do we think and why do we know?
Why do we live?To reap what we sow?
And when we die where do we go?

What is this life and what is it for?
Why do we live and why do we war?
And for all that we see is there something more
That lies beyond sight that we need to explore?

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Surreality

I'll tell you my story 
of my yesterday

and sometimes it's gory
and I'm in a haze

Some of it's true
or what I need to say

beyond the limits of you
in a much deeper way

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Harsh Travel

Through the wind and thunder
and through the rain and snow
and throught what's a sunder
such a long way to go.

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Fallen the Man Is

Crimson shadows dancing down the wall.
Shadow figures raceing down the hall.
Screaming echos screaming into the emptiness of night.
Pools of red are gleaming in the beams of the moon light.

Oh to who may find me tell my wife my love
I've left this shell behind me gone to the lord above.

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