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Terry Curran Poem
My inner self.
My soul is connected to the earth
My mind is all I know
My life, my art, my music is all I can share with the world
I’m humble; I inspire the person beside me
My family and my friends are my number one rule
Today I can share this with a stranger
Tomorrow I could die lying beside a stranger
I believe that my life is blessed
I have been divine to my friends
I listen with ears memorize with my eyes, my mind is my sacred home
If I could secure this world, I would save all the people that matter
I hate deceit, I hate poverty, I hate rules, and I hate not knowing
Not knowing how I could save the life of the one I know
My inner beauty is built to listen to the one I care about.
Copyright © Terry Curran | Year Posted 2010
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Child Of No Father.
Down the lane the wind blew into a mist of flame
I reached for hope but all was lost in a flash of flare
I reached for ages, I went for miles, and all I was left with was a cry for help
I watched the world fall down in a grief of pain
Man had taken his last fall; now all that was left were children of no fathers.
The world had set down upon me, and everything fell before me
My distance to the ground was becoming higher and I could no longer reach
The will of man was going to be in ruins and I was the last child standing
I couldn’t find belief but all in vain I cried for help
Man had taken his last fall; now all that was left were children of no fathers.
Man had splintered his home, earthly hopes and dreams of their children
He lived in duplicity in his own nature, owning to his own ruins
The cycle of life was becoming one again; I could smell the fresh air again
Like a new born child, the air felt different and reviving
Man had taken his last fall; but I was no longer a child of no father.
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Terry Curran
Copyright © Terry Curran | Year Posted 2009
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His Gone Again.
I dreamt you were here last night
I saw your beautiful face looking at me
Those were the days when I never drunk myself to bed
I miss your soft hands miss playing pillow fights in the middle of the night
I want you to hold me in your arms.
Please do not leave me again.
Your side of the bed is empty and cold
I’m lonely it’s not the same when you’re not here
If imp going to sleep without you here
I’m going to have to leave need to let you go
Your ghost is haunting me, everywhere I go
Your everywhere
I want to let you go but you’re my soul mate.
I’m so in love with you
I want you back in my life
On our bed, where we made love all night
Where I and you felt together
I want you back.
Copyright © Terry Curran | Year Posted 2010
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Stronger
Been through stress
Been through it all
I’m heading a place where my life is on the line
We try to survive this life, but I’m stronger than I thought I was
We said we would not make it but we did
We said we would die holding hands, but we died facing each other
Your last breathe made me stronger, and I felt the air from the earth.
Yesterday we held hands, tonight will hold you even tighter
I will be true I will miss you when you’re gone
I will cry I will let the world know how much I miss you
My heart will never care to love again you made me happy
How will I survive without you?
How will I live without you by my side
I will awake tomorrow and your face will be fading from my eyes
I promise I will be true, will you be true to me?
I love you, I need you and I miss you.
Copyright © Terry Curran | Year Posted 2010
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Not Knowing.
Taken to place
I’m brought to a new realm
Taken back
Brought to the land.
Unfamiliar with this place
I’m losing my mind
This loss of not knowing is lunacy
Taken back.
Brought back
This is what the land looks like
Unfamiliar to the new beings.
Terry Curran.
Copyright © Terry Curran | Year Posted 2010
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Down
She is very down today
The pain in her eyes is very disturbing, I can’t control myself
She is very young to experience this kind of pain
My only way to help her now is to pick her up
She has lost her soul. Her pride has been taken away from her
She was just a young innocent child with love and much of it to share
How can the world be so cruel to her?
How the worlds can let this happen
How can woman still have a child and hold it on their arms
Forget all the troubles in the world and forget about this girl
Her life will be nothing but darkness
The evil that has been brought to this world is unforgivable.
The world has became a beast that eats us all away
Takes our virgin souls and eats us alive
She was a young virgin; raped by men she called uncle
The world has became selfish, disarming, rude and foolish
Words are hopeless to this world
An answer will be answered soon
A glorious Monday morning will be glorified.
Copyright © Terry Curran | Year Posted 2010
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Our Father.
I was raped last night by a man
I’m kneeling down here today because I believe
I believe that you’re out there; I want to come home to you
It’s true the world is a monstrous place
I saw the last days of the world flash before my eyes
When he grabbed me at the corner of the street, he took my soul
He took my soul when I felt it inside me
I do not want to be here anymore
Here my prayer, here my cry
Here me lord, I want to come home
Today I’m going to come to you
Where I will be safe
Where my unborn child will be safe
Amen.
Copyright © Terry Curran | Year Posted 2010
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My Pen and paper.
Tonight I will hate him
Tonight I will cry
Tonight I will hate every being
I’m not scared to lose myself
Hatred is the love of his life.
I hate him, I hate him
He will never be in my life
My life feels nothing, I feel like nothing
He feels stupid for never knowing me
I’m just not a child with no father
I’m a child who will never have a father.
He hurt me, im so hurt, I cry every night
My mom reminds me of him
They both deserve nothing from me
I owe them nothing
This is my life; I’m going to be happy
My life is this pen and paper
My life is in my words
My life is written on my lips and my mind
My life is when I’m writing my thoughts
My life is happy
I’m a very happy person.
Copyright © Terry Curran | Year Posted 2010
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