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Houston Hararah Poem
As I walk my own path to god,
I hear many voices telling me what's right or wrong,
All these outside sources screaming trying to bend me towards their will,
What's right and what's wrong?
As I seek the answers of wisdom and spiritual growth,
I longingly gaze into the never ending sky,
I ask why do these things seem to be one to many and why,
Which voice guides me to the path of truth,
Which voice leads me astray away from you?
As I pray into the darkened night sky asking for reasons I wish I knew why,
My heart flutters in anticipation,
What comes and what goes?
Love is something my heart desires,
Will god bring me to the heightened hour?
Which religion paves my way?
Or should I let me heart run astray?
If there is even a chance for something more than this world then let my heart embrace it and protect it with everything inside of me.
Will love guide the way?
Will heaven be far away?
Believe in me to find you if you exist.
Copyright © Houston Hararah | Year Posted 2016
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One last kiss
Makes it seem like its worth the trouble
No one Around
to See you frown
Why do we care?
maybe its because you are someone there
Someone to hold you... to touch you
We walk so slow together
I would give you the world
I want what was before
Open my eyes
Don't make me hide behind
Copyright © Houston Hararah | Year Posted 2008
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Houston Hararah Poem
There's no other body in this room than the soul of whom haunts my eternal dreams,
Spoken the truth of god and the word of wisdom,
You'll hear my calls calling so ever graciously across the waters and the ocean sea,
Miraculously reviving a lost love, one so sweet and pure that the roses start blooming again in the fall,
The word of god and wisdom spoken true and ever so sweet,
The Nightingales cry in the midst of night because of our love that was lost and ever so beautiful that not even a shadow could pierce the light that dangles over our shadows,
I love to love and I hate to hate this world,
I love to think that things do matter and that words do have a significant sacred vow that can never truly be taken back again,
Spoken the word of god and the truth of wisdom,
He tells me to go on and to breath deeply,
That someday this pain will mean something,
Someday my love will be heard and returned,
I'll keep believing in a better tomorrow
a morrow without sorrow,
Peace within,
Eternal struggle,
Keep believing,
In a better tomorrow.
Copyright © Houston Hararah | Year Posted 2015
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Haunting faces that follow to the dark,
Darkened spaces utter despair,
follow me into the lair of haunting faces,
Faces of the wicked,
Faces of the past,
Faces of the future that hold no crass,
HAUNTING FACES live in fear,
Running around the spiraling staircase,
Up and down it goes where the faces may pose,
Hiding in the dark,
Hiding in your hearts,
Haunting Faces,
Faces that you hold dear.
Copyright © Houston Hararah | Year Posted 2016
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Houston Hararah Poem
BIPPETY TICKIDY TOCK
THE CLOCK IS SPINNING UP
THE CLOCK IS TICKING I AM SPINNING
RICKETY BIPPEDY BOP
GROVELY DOVELY HIPSA MII OVELY
BIPPEDY TICKETY DOCK
Copyright © Houston Hararah | Year Posted 2016
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Houston Hararah Poem
I want to believe in beautiful things,
Yet beautiful things left, not so long ago, decades ago,
My heart aches. It aches, hurts on its own.
Am I alone?
Beautiful things, oh; my precious beautiful things, come back, back to me,
Let's be beautiful forever. Watch the vast blue seas, the waves crashing against the rocky shores, laughing through the adversities, cry through the eternity, nothing becomes our something, when we are together,
I no longer feel alone,
I'm light as a feather,
Felt so beautiful together.
You know? Our love was suppose to be forever.
I miss your weather, oh, how I miss you so,
Even the coldest stormiest nights,
It was hurting the most,
Atleast, we weren't alone,
Beautiful things, oh; my precious dear beautiful things,
You were the only home,
I have ever known.
Copyright © Houston Hararah | Year Posted 2021
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Naked alone my teeth are sinking in the bone
The ship is sinking all are in fear
I do, let's jump; overboard
Naked clotheless the chocolates are in the sea
Man overboard, Set the sails and let's jump ship
Naked and ready to go
Jane Fonda Knows what to do
Jane fonda Knows everything
She is life itself and i'm the chocolate beneath her teeth
Set sail and lets go ho ho ho
Copyright © Houston Hararah | Year Posted 2015
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Reborn,
Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust,
Through nothing but sheer will to survive and overcome the obstacles set before him,
Came one man,
Reborn,
From the mist of heartbroken tragedy,
Reborn,
Nothing left to loose but to rise,
Rise beyond the conditionings and path paved in sorrow before him,
Rise he shall,
Reborn again,
The stage has been set once again,
But this time I'm not acting,
I am living the truth,
I have power,
The wolf lives inside me,
Embodiment of strength and power.
I will Live in fragments no more.
With God right besides me,
There is nothing in this world I cannot do.
Copyright © Houston Hararah | Year Posted 2017
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Walking into this room I smell a hint of cinnamon and lavender leaving the room,
Something young inside this bitter old heart flickers for a start,
A child within grasping the thin strand of lost memories,
Painful chest feeling pulsating to the skin,
I feel a sad-full cheeriness to remember something that was lost within,
A momentarily realization of the layers of sadness covering what might be hiding within.
Copyright © Houston Hararah | Year Posted 2016
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Houston Hararah Poem
The day you reckon with me,
Might think of me as a fool,
You may take everything I've ever told you for granted,
You make forsake my love for weakness,
But you are wrong for I am strong,
I am strong for loving you for so long,
I am strong for continuing to walk this earth knowing that you mock my love,
My heart is big and my song is long but you don't have listen for it to be right or wrong,
You don't have to hear the melodie,
You don't have to watch as the ocean crashes upon the shores of my aching broken heart,
But you are wrong,
Love is not wrong,
Love made me strong.
Copyright © Houston Hararah | Year Posted 2015
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