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John Robbins Poem
New Years eve gave warmth even in the winds chill.
Young lovers with open arms.
And a wreckless passion so very eager to fulfill.
So blessed to live tonight no need to draw a line.
Kisses tasting sweatier flavored by whisky champagne and wine.
Counting down the seconds down till the next year.
A moment of pure bliss.
I love you seem's to be all your heart needs to hear.
We live.
We learn.
We love we yern.
For that which cannot be held in hand.
You can ask my dear but you can never command.
Don't question for we have moments in time that shall never change.
that is perfection beyond the the life that appears so very strange.
Back then can never be now.
I'd move past her memorie.
If only someone could tell me how.
Copyright © John Robbins | Year Posted 2009
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John Robbins Poem
Girl you treat me bad and dont give it a second thought.
Run around on me with every other man.
look so fine with new clothes for you I bought.
You just say there friends larry Frank Corey.
You say it's all in my head.
But I know your telling me a story.
He's got money he's gotta fancy car.
But when thoose looks fade darlin.
Thoose boy's wont even remember who you are.
I guess im a fool some call me your clown.
Cause every other night I'm sharing you with every man in this
town.
I crumble at the tales of others backseat glory.
You just say it's lies .
But your just telling a story.
Down at the bar where I drown my pain
Others laugh behind my back.
Say that old boy has gone insane.
The fool to weak to see the forrest for the trees.
A broken heart tired from always wondering .
A voice gone hoarse from always begging please.
You played to long with a man named Rick.
But forgot about his wife lorrie.
She shot ya both.
And put the final chapter to your tellin of a jaded story.
Copyright © John Robbins | Year Posted 2009
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John Robbins Poem
Only the dash seems to illuminate the night.
You feel the winds chill.
As you run through your head all that was right.
You smell the honeysuckle and remember her hair.
The night understands pain.
As I cannot return home and face your no longer
there.
That radio stations light shines from the tower.
I fought against time.
Emptyness is the heart that has no power.
Maybe the lonley understand pain.
Stillness is like death.
Im like a hobo chasing after a southbound train.
What is water without a dam.
Without your love.
I struggle to recall who I am.
I park in are once favorite place.
And dare not look to the backseat.
For Ijust might feel the passion of your once fiery embrace.
That sunrise is still beutiful.
But my false happiness is only a sham.
I pray no one ask's.
For I no longer know who I am.
Copyright © John Robbins | Year Posted 2008
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Guess Im losing myself for no mirror can remind.
All thoose faces in the past Ive left behind.
Sometimes I cant reconize my own
shadow.
A sweet melody that plays
long and so very sad though.
Such a large presence to feel so very small.
Times have left me to wonder.
Do I exist at all.
Falling into ways not always my own.
Its hard to rest your head.
When nowhere feels like home.
If only I could carry your burden.
then maybe I could know loves wealth.
If only I could grasp onto someone
without losing myself.
Copyright © John Robbins | Year Posted 2008
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