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Ryan Whittemore Poem
When someone you're close to and love dies, it doesn't get better with time.
That love solidifys and rots in the center of your heart. That rotting unforgettable love turns to pain like acid from a spent core.
It eats up all the remaining parts and leaves a tarnished rigid exterior that has no pity or shame the only thing that classifies as human is blood running through the veins...
No interest in rivalries or playing of games.
Just eternal black sunshine every day's filled with rain.
Where did the splendor and happiness go?!
It was here I remember but now filled with questions to answers nobody knows.
For sake of the memory I must be strong and give it all that I've got.
For honor of a sacred bond that comes to life in each thought.
I'll never stop loving you not one lesson forgot.
You're my best friend forever I'll see you someday save a spot.....
Copyright © Ryan Whittemore | Year Posted 2022
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Ryan Whittemore Poem
When people know you lack their ego
They assimilate in dens of evil
Sanctified swine proliferates
Condescending it pontificates
Assuming you're not with a friend
That leads you to what never ends
That's when they know the gig is up
The Jesuits will call your bluff
Was proved upon the shores of yonder
Escaping from the iron fist of plenty
It may seem like I said too much
Though freedoms ring can never be snuffed
You'll see it in the eyes of few
And if you listen you'll gain the truth
Atrocities committed on mankind
Have happened since there has been time
And so you must repent and sing
The song of love God's kingdom brings
*I had to make another account because the email originally used isn't available and I got no response on recovering it so here's my poem about freedom hope you enjoy thank you for reading :) P.S. my grandfather 7 generations ago was the oldest combatant in the revolutionary war he was beaten, bludgeoned and bayoneted several and shot in the face with a musket then left for dead he then at 78 years old killed 3 British soldiers with his bare hands and lived to the ripe age of 96*
Copyright © Ryan Whittemore | Year Posted 2023
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Ryan Whittemore Poem
I reached out to hold you to find Noone there
Once filled with joy & laughter, lonely seat never felt so bare
Forgotten feelings Shadow a past with everyone who cared
Holding onto the memories a fond reminder of time shared
Your love it fades as does the sun on our final days
More than a season reason for being no longer there
Copyright © Ryan Whittemore | Year Posted 2023
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