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Tod Gaines Poem
A man's heart
is the Roots
of his family tree.
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I want freedom!
I want freedom!
I want freedom!
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Warriors don't quit.
They run out of steam
like sports
it takes the whole team.
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Those that know
the beauty of wild flowers
don,t pick them.
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Tod Gaines Poem
Protect
by
Respect
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Isolation would make mad.
Gifted so sad.
A blessing our gifts are,
God granted skills.
Man plain to see the pain
you caused me.
But gifted, up lifted.
Can't see what I see?
Can't do what I do?
Can't hear what I hear?
Instead of listening, songs
fall on dead ears, held by
shackles on the brain.
Lifes masterpiece, written on Ancient
walls. The cost? history lost.
The war never stops.
Though spiritual energy it,s reinforced
Only with a positive force.
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Nature calls from under bush.
Rain floods from the sky.
Wet grass soaks my feet.
Wind carry me as the cold
freezes me to the bone.
Branches scratch my limbs.
Thorns pearce my flesh.
Mountains bang against my
knees.
When i cry.
When i cry angels hear my
pain.
Foodless stomach, sleepless
eyes.
Womanless groin
Angels hear when i cry.
Dry thoart, dry tears, cracked
lips, crying spoiled baby
sounds.
Head on the ground
Angels hear when i cry.
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How does it feel,to be in a crowd that's
so grey?
Know one to understand ,like cows
grazing in a field of baby blue
grass.
know one having one single answer
that will make hope last.
Until the next time we wine in need of
milk.
Like rolling stones going down a hill
made of silk.
Beautiful colours every where ,but
beening mean we hope it rips.
Black and blue cowboys with guns
on hips.
Though the false love that I have
and the real desire from not having
put in red.
How does it feel to not know anything
any more?
Soul is at the core.
Opening vault, signs of the times,
hidden in Purple skies, why?
can i dream of a Bull killing the
Matador?
I rather love,who wants me to kill
what for?
I quit!
Let me think,while the Sun starts to
sink in pink.
Bob asked" How does it feel to be like
a rolling stone?
I only keep moving, because I want life
to leave me alone.
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Respect is a must
not a given.
Any person that disrespects
another who is without fault,
Is a person with no self worth.
For they see their own flaws
in the others
accomplishments.
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Her hardware, silk, drops to the floor
Her software, warm, soft with curves.
CD rom all over her until she boots up.
I megabyte her neck slowly.
She goes into hard drive, i into RAM
as we both work like a keyboard.
Her eyes like chips, start to monitor me.
And the printer in my heart copies over
and over again.
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