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Curtis Simon Poem
Mother please don’t cry.
Because I am a part of you.
I will be alive.
In all the things that you do.
You gave me life.
And it was taken away.
But only for a short time.
We will be together one day.
Don’t worry over me.
It will only make things harder.
But if it will ease your pain.
I am with my grandfather.
I am sitting by his side.
And he is with me when I stand.
As I skip across the clouds.
He will always hold my hand.
Mother please don’t cry.
It is because of you I was alive.
But I am in your heart.
And in there I will survive.
Copyright © Curtis Simon | Year Posted 2005
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Curtis Simon Poem
Cries they can be heard.
In the middle of the night.
The nightmares we are dreaming.
Wake us up in a state of fright.
Something hidden in our head.
Is eating at our mind.
It brings out certain feelings.
That we can not seem to hide.
Evil lurks within the dark.
And tries to take our faith.
Waking up in a heated sweat.
Our mind is in a shattered state.
Lost you try to rap yourself.
In a little ball.
Hiding yourself amongst the sheets.
Surrounded by four walls.
No hope you think you’ve had it now.
Morning will never come.
But soon the night subsides and is past.
And awaking seems like fun.
Copyright © Curtis Simon | Year Posted 2005
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Curtis Simon Poem
Oh my brother I stand before you.
Don’t you forever forget the sounds.
The world will revel in the new.
As these two great towers came crashing down.
As brothers we will bands together.
We shall leave no stones unturned.
Never let any man take you under.
Because the faint cries will always be heard.
You will wonder what gave me life.
I was always feed by the fallen before me.
They had the courage to answer the call.
Which left me with the great vision to see.
My heart pounds to a beat unchained.
And my soul to a vast world unlined.
Never let any man take you under.
But remain true to the colors and kind.
From the rubble there rose great smoke.
And the debris was scattered and hurled.
This great action just bound our forces.
As we prepare to take on the world.
Copyright © Curtis Simon | Year Posted 2005
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Curtis Simon Poem
If it is a question of beauty.
Then what should the answer be.
Is beauty a certain type of look?
Or is beauty as far as the eye can see.
We spend most of our lives in search of a dream.
The journey is a long one at times.
Or maybe that’s just how it seems.
When you look for beauty in a person.
What is you say that stands out?
Is beauty defined by their body?
Or is the personality that is in doubt?
In the eyes of the beholder.
Beauty can only belong to thee.
How you fined that beauty?
Is the thing that sets your mind free?
So once again the question comes to mind.
And the answer I will not dare.
If you want to know where to find beauty.
That is some thing only your heart can share.
Copyright © Curtis Simon | Year Posted 2005
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