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Here I Wait

If I would have only known
The day you left would be the last.
The last time I would see your smile,
Hear your voice, hear you laugh.
If I would have only known.

What would I do differently?
What could I, even if I could?
Nothing...
I could do nothing.

Or even worse, I may have held on to you so tightly. That you would have wanted to pull away.
I would have cried and mourned your loss. Before you even left that day.

I would have tried to save you
With every fiber of my being.
Only to ultimately fail and lose you,
With only myself to hate and blame!

You left on a Tuesday morning.
I thought that you'd be back.
I thought that we had more time.
I always thought we had more time.

Looking back, I should have known
All the signs were there.
Maybe I was willfully ignorant.
Regardless, I was unprepared.

I always knew this day would come.
I just never expected it to come so soon.
I often wondered how I would handle it. Apparently alone, In a tear filled room.

Now you're gone,
And everything I use to love is a painful reminder that you're not here.
I miss you more and more as days go by, and every memory of you is chased down my cheek by tears.

If I would have only known.
But deep down, I always did.
You told me once that you weren't afraid to die. What you feared was not to live.

I don't know if I believe in God or heaven. Or if people just made them up to help them cope. I may have lost my faith. But for you my love, I will always hold on to hope.

So here I wait....

Copyright © Dustin Petersen | Year Posted 2022



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Sleepless

I lay awake once again
Unable to clear my head.
I wish this storm of thoughts would cease,
And allow me to go to bed.

I dream about the future.
I reminisce about the past.
I think about things I could have done.
A funny thought crosses my mind and makes me laugh.

I try to comprehend the vastness of space,
And speculate about aliens.
I theorize about time travel
And what was there before time began.

I try to count some sheep
But they mull around so fast.
I lose track and have to start over.
How much time has past?

I think I figured out why we have wisdom teeth,
Where Atlantis may be, any why we end prayers with Amen.
I paint a picture in my mind.
Then erase it, and paint it once again.

I do everything but sleep.
Then I wonder why we even need to.
Imagine everything we could accomplish if we didn't.
Probably nothing, just like I do.

Copyright © Dustin Petersen | Year Posted 2024

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The Thought of You

I hear your voice when others speak,
How often in crowds your face i seek.
I smell your perfume as it lingers upon the air,
I close my eyes and for that blissful moment,
only you and i are there.

I think of you while wandering,
I think of you while pondering.
I think of you while dozing off,
And in dreams, i dream of you.

You're the thought upon my waking
I grasp it clutching it praying.
That even as time begins taking
And my memories are slowly fading,
That i may be left happily partaking,
Of that single thought of you.

Copyright © Dustin Petersen | Year Posted 2022

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We are the dream

In our final breath, the truth unfolds.
As we die, a secret is told.
No longer bound by our earthly lives.
We see through veils, with opened eyes.

It was only us, in every role we played.
The lover, the fighter, the one who prayed. 
Through joys and sorrows, triumphs, and fears.
It was only us, through all the years.

As we depart this mortal stage.
We shed the masks and release the cage. 
For in the end we come to find. 
It was only us in every mind.

Fractured souls, on a distant shore.
And in death, we become restored.
For we are the actors, the stage, the scene. 
In this eternal drama, we are the dream.

Never forget, you are more than your name. 
Even if this is all just a game. 
And when the curtian falls at last.
We will find ourselves whole and vast.

Copyright © Dustin Petersen | Year Posted 2024

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The all seeing eye

The eye of truth
The eye of perception
The Eye of Horus
Defrauds deception
It pierces the soul
It reads the heart
It sits in the pyramids
Upper part.

The All Seeing Eye
Never blinks
It knows more
Than one might think
In cold silence
It always stares
Saying nothing
As it glares

Judging your actions
As they are made
Determining your fate
Intentions weighed
It never smiles
It never sleeps
But I think
It often weeps

How difficult it must be
Observing the human race
To watch this evil species
The image of God disgrace
Oh the tears
That eye must shed
Looking down
Into our heads

All the sorrow
That eye must feel
As we fight
War and kill
All the regret
That eye must know
Seeing the truth
Bent and broke
All the love
That we've been given
The breath of life
In us striven
For thousands of years
To no avail
Our better qualities
So quickly fell

And we think
OUR lives are hard
Think of the eye
We all have scarred
Think of the Hell
That it must be
For the Eye of God
That is cursed...
To see.

Copyright © Dustin Petersen | Year Posted 2023



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Broken vessels

Just like this vessel, we all bear
Marks of struggle, signs of wear.
But beneath the surface, deep within
Lies the essence of who we have been.

Like a glass that has fallen
And shattered upon the floor.
You gather together its pieces 
And hope it can be restored.

A jigsaw puzzle, a mosaic of colors.
Carefully rebuilt, one part against another.
Showing the beauty that creativity can weild. 
Love the glue with which it is held.

All its flaws and imperfections
Make it even better.
You can only create diamonds
With extreme heat and pressure.

We like this vessel all have our scars.
Our traumas and experiences, uniquely ours.  
We all are broken in one way or another. 
It's what's inside the vessel we need to discover.

So let us embrace our cracks and dents. 
For they are the marks of life's events. 
Each one is a memory of a lesson learned.  
Each one a badge of honor we have earned.

Our flaws the colors that paint our designs. 
Don't be ashamed, 
we all have cracks. 
Yours are just different from mine.

Copyright © Dustin Petersen | Year Posted 2024

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Love

Love is a basket, woven from hearts.
A masterpiece of countless intricate parts.
Its a smile that brightens the darkest of days.
A compass that guides us through lifes winding maze.

Love is the whisper of a gentle touch.
A language that doesnt need words as such.
Its the warmth of a hug, the strength in a glance. A life long journey, a life long dance.

Love is patience, in moments of strife.
A soothing calm for the trials of life.
Its the courage to stand as your world falls apart. A flame that keeps burning in the depths of the heart.

Love is selflessness, a boundless sea.
A force of truth, setting spirits free.
Its the grace of forgiveness, the power to heal.
Love is so profound its beyond what we feel.

Love is a promise, a life long vow.
A connection that grows, its eternal somehow.
Its the essence of being, the reason were here. Love is the answer, we have nothing to fear.

Copyright © Dustin Petersen | Year Posted 2023

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Loves Pieces

In trials faced, and battles fought
Through hardships endured, lessons taught.
Pains sharpened edge, a familiar companion.
I weathered its storms, remained unshaken.

Pains cold embrace, a passing breeze.
I stood unbroken, calmly at ease.
Adversities tests I met with grace.
Unruffled, steadfast in my place.

In scars of sorrow, I've carried light.
Each difficulty met with will and might.
No agony could claim my soul.
Through these things, I learned self control.

Nothing could keep me down, because I looked above. Nothing ever broke me, but then came love. It laid its seige upon my core. Made me question all I knew before.

No armor shields from cupids dart
As love surrenders every part.
In its warmth. Vulnerability thrives.
Exposing your all, lifting your blinds.

With loves tender touch- the hearts alloy. We blossom and break In arms of joy. It paints in hues both bright and dark. And always leaves a lasting mark.

In whispers soft love finds its way.
Through veils of joy and shades of grey.

For in its careful gentle hold,
Lies power untamed, stories untold.
It tears down walls, it dismantles pride.
It left me defenseless with no where to hide.

With loves sweet kiss my fortress fell.
My heart an open citadel.
Unlike hurt I've known before
Loves haunting echo an open sore.

Indeed nothing can pierce you through
Like the torments of love, so achingly true.
With every caress each tulmoultous shove.
Nothing destroys you quite like love.

Copyright © Dustin Petersen | Year Posted 2023

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Sliver of a golden moon

Surrounded by the cold dark night.
You're all that I have, so I hold you tight. 
No warm bed could be found. 
So in your car we are sleeping sound.
And high up in the sky above
Hangs a sliver of a Golden Moon.

Since I met you,
My days are brighter.
My life is better,
My smile wider.
As our relationship 
Continues to bloom.

Some time has past,
And I have grown.
Willing to leave behind,
All I've known.
To start anew, to start with you.
Beneath the sliver of 
A brilliant golden moon.

Never have I seen the world like this.
Or felt such love in the touch of a kiss.
For once in my life where ever I roam,
With you by my side it feels like home

10 years later and you have passed on. 
My world is shaken, all feels wrong. 
But every night, I look above
Hoping to find some trace of love.
A moment of peace, a memory of you
Beneath the sliver
Of a brilliant Golden Moon.

Copyright © Dustin Petersen | Year Posted 2024

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Against Time

Ghostly echos of the past
Still haunt me.
Like the warmth 
Of your bright smile.

I try to move on
With my life.
Inch by inch
Mile by mile.

I know there is
No going back.
I understand that
What is done is done.

I try to focus
On the good.
And let go of all the regrets
To which I have clung.

Still, it makes no difference.
How could it, when your not here?
The void that was created when you died
Continues to grow, year by year.

All I have left are shreds of hope.
And a way with words, so I rhyme.
And in doing so I try to kill what stands between us.
Those merciless hands of time.



Copyright © Dustin Petersen | Year Posted 2024

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