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E arth, the foundation of life underfoot,
L ife for the plants, grass and insects alike.
E ndearing is the flame that burns so bright,
M ovements that warm and illuminate our world.
E ncapsulating in sight is waters plight,
N ever ending as it’s concealed in all we see.
T esting is the wind, foundations should be strong,
S hrewdly the air brings oxygen, allowing all to grow.
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The wayward winds, caress the trees,
Branches sway as their leaves catch the breeze.
A storm is coming as black clouds draw near,
The gentle raw of thunder, in the distance we do hear.
Low pressure comes at first and the air seems so clear,
But soon the clouds of gloom, upon us I do fear.
Blocking out the sunlight, in shadow if you please,
Thunder will draw closer and lightening shall then seize.
A rumble then a silent flash, as war breaks out in the sky,
An eerie silence fills the air and our imagination will then fly,
For some this truly is, the apocalypse… judgment day,
But to others, a fresh beginning, they want to go out and play.
Glorious and majestically, lightning strikes again,
If only for a split second, it illuminates our plain.
Thunders rumble clears our heads to let our thoughts just go,
Lightning’s flash sooths our souls if we allow it so.
Soon the air pressure rises and clouds begin to dispel,
Rumbles from the thunder, to the lightening they must have fell,
Birds sing their song, rejoice that the battles done,
We are still standing, another day to have some fun.
But somewhere in the distance, a victim has been claimed,
Natures mighty oak tree, on the woodland floor lays maimed.
Food now for the Mites, ants and woodland lice,
They hollow out its trunk which doesn’t sound too nice.
But in doing so is formed, wood dust to feed the soil,
And the whole they leave to another animal will be a welcome spoil.
A place to shelter, have a home and feed upon the insects,
Have its young, and have some fun, life is so complex.
The oak that fell still had a spell, the acorns upon its branches,
From the spot they touched upon the floor, with only one or two chances,
A few will root and up they shoot a few oaks where once there was one.
So life did thrive and more arrived, nature revived the one that was gone.
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I woke up one morning; the air had an orange glow,
It made me feel quite strange, I didn’t know where to go.
I went for my breakfast and tripped on the stairs,
Falling towards the bottom, my memory is kind of scarce.
I found myself on a beach, not knowing where I be,
Nor how did I get there or what I was to see.
I looked at the sand, not yellow as you would expect,
But green in colour with a tint of red! What a strange effect.
I looked upon the sea, looked twice just to be sure,
The sea was yellow and the wash was orange as it came to shore.
At last I thought; a hint of normality as I looked upon the sun,
Normal in sight, yellow and bright but wait, I wanted to run.
The sun was large, too close to me so I turned the other way,
Only to find another behind; now I really began to sway.
Then a voice in my ear sounded loud and clear, “Please don’t be afraid”
“You can not see me but here I am and for you I’ve always preyed”
“This is my home, light years from yours; now to you must be showed”
“You’ll come to no harm so please be calm; your fears you must unload”
“Then you will see the glories to behold upon this planet of mine”
“To tell to your kin so take it all in, these wonders you’re here to find”
With that I was told to sit so I could see both suns and the watch the sky,
I chose a spot thinking ‘Hey, why not’ and sat releasing a sigh.
The suns did rise through the sky on a course that meant they’d collide.
“This is our sunset, so please do not fret, we’ll all still be alive”
Collide they did but without a sound and for a second there was no light,
Then came the waves; all colours like a maze, boy what a glorious sight.
The sky came alive; dancing waves of light flooded the air above,
All colours you can think of; like a shockwave from God showering me with love.
After the waves came pellets of flame emanating from where the suns did meet,
Like a firework display; so bright was its play that at one point I had to look at my feet.
Then the sky went dim with two orbs left in as the moons did take their place,
Dulled light of white, left by the plight of two suns now hiding in space.
“It’s now time to go, one seed to sow; already it has been planted”,
“You’ll soon be home; you’ll feel a bit thrown; it’s time we are to be parted”,
I then felt tired, my eyes drew closed and everything went to blackness,
On the foot of my stairs I woke with despair, was I just full of madness?
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No one can control who seizes their heart,
Who makes it skip and beat so fast.
No one can resist loves grasp like a fist,
So hard to desist, mad mumblings that persist.
LOVE is a bitter pill to take!
No one can control who’s heart they seize,
Who falls for your charms with such ease.
No one can force to love another,
The best they can do, is call them a lover.
TRUTH is a bitter pill to take!
When one seizes your heart but they don’t feel the same,
You can talk all the talk but it will all be in vein.
When they see your good qualities a plenty,
What you feel for them becomes a penalty.
FATE is a bitter pill to take!
When you have someone’s heart but you do not feel the same,
You love them as a friend but it drives you insane.
They have all the potential so it becomes quite essential,
To keep them as a friend with out being condescendtial.
IRONY is a bitter pill to take!
Two people together, great pal’s to the end,
All can be threatened when one wants more, than just a friend.
Testing their friendship, neither one wants it to be lost,
What will happen in the end and indeed, at what cost.
LIFE can be a bitter pill to take!
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Help me please to heal my mind,
In doing so, let the clarity shine.
To see the wonders of the world around,
Feel the energy, and see the spirit bound.
The energies of life that intertwine,
Connecting everything on earth, for all of time.
Life is a test of the mortal flesh,
To learn what we should do, and how to do it best.
Please teach me well, and help me see,
How to live my life, in harmony.
When life is done, free my immortal soul,
I hope that doesn’t come, until I get old.
Then guide me through, shedding all my strife,
And settle me down, into my next life.
Where the lessons continue, that I need to learn,
To carry me through, to the glory, we must earn.
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My life is for love but I hate my life,
To give everyone what they need just gets me in strife.
I love to help and make you happy,
But I ignore my needs, I feel like the content of a nappy,
Your needs always come first,
I consider your feelings but I just feel worse.
I am the ladder for you to climb,
To better your life, one rung at a time.
I, in the meantime, am walked all over,
Trampled into the ground, feeling like Rover.
I try to change, think of number one,
But when your what I need, myself I have just done.
I revert to normal to get what I want,
But loose you the same and just turn to the plonk.
I fear if I change I’ll become like the rest,
An Arsehole, a Wanker, and that’s just at best.
So I stay as I am to feel like Pooh,
For my life is to love and it’s all for you.
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In the peaceful bliss of mornings early light,
As calm and silent as a graveyard at night.
Thoughts of joy delude the sight,
As the thoughts are of the past and all it’s delight.
Whence the sounds of movement, happiness and joy,
Now is the silence, anguish, unease of the mourning ploy.
Removed from sight but never from the heart,
Always in the mind, even though were apart.
To see and hear you, every day, every part,
Knowing your not there but soon, and with a fresh start.
You will be back here, in the home where you belong,
We can start to build our future, with hearts that are strong.
The bonds that do tie,
Are stronger, even than time.
Times you are absent is time we will bide,
Then fight with all our might until home you reside.
Uneasy are you captors, as their action’s are unjust,
Realising their mistakes, in where they placed false trust.
Panic sets in as consent is withdrawn,
In court there mistakes, they now must scorn.
Their unjust actions, soon to be brought to light,
For their reputation, again they must fight.
But the battle ahead, they know they can’t win,
For their actions are nothing, but filled with sin.
Punishment sounds nice but is not my desire,
Having my kids back in my arms, that’s my prior,
Second to this, have them to reform,
Their policies, their action, to finally conform,
To the vow that they sworn, to protect the children,
Not deny them their happiness or stop them from living
To act where it’s needed, as much as they should,
Not too little or much that reverses the good.
Look deep at themselves to stop all the wrongs,
Come good in their work and have praise as their songs.
Save the heartache they cause for so many families;
And help where it’s needed, not punish minor discrepancies.
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Life deals a tough blow,
Cards of fate seem stacked against you.
Pressures of life pile on thick,
The weight of the world, burring you deep.
Love is not your forte,
No good can you see.
Pause in your thoughts and open your eyes,
Take a look around you, what do you see?
Mountains of rubble, built up to the sky,
Cesspits of rubbish, cluttering the street.
Black clouds of doom, hovering above,
A bird hanging on for life, as the wind sways his branch.
Now close your eyes, and take a deep breath,
Look again at what you see, through eyes refreshed.
Mountains of rubble, their testament to ability,
Cesspits of rubbish, dancing with energy in the street.
Black clouds not of gloom, but filled with life,
A bird in the tree, enjoying the energy of the wind.
From the worms under foot, to the birds up above,
Look beyond your first glance, see with your heart.
From the smallest of things, ugly and course,
To largest of entities, glorious in sight.
Take the time to see, the beauty within,
To find the energy to heal, your peace will then begin.
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Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
And the beauty inside I see.
But the beauty that I behold,
The tough and hardened exterior, they let be.
Their history of past boyfriends,
Have taught them to be that way,
Their previous lovers, all started out like me,
But over time they turned, using and hurting them,
Some even swimming with other fish too.
So now they always wait, for the change to appear,
But when they realise I won’t change,
Their then filled with fear,
I seem to be what they dream of, but how can that be true,
History has taught them, I do not exists,
So back to the waiting, for surly I must change,
Just a matter of time, denying what I really am,
Anticipation grows, waiting for the turn,
Then they start to treat me how they expect me to change,
I never do turn, as that is not who I am,
But they can not bare the anticipation and push me away.
I now realise, a choice I have to make,
Find a way to become, what they expect me to be,
I may find some love, but I would then loose me,
Or stay the way I am, and be lonely ‘till I die.
If I choose the latter, I’d wish the end to be nigh,
But with the other choice, surely I’d have already died.
Herein lies my dilemma, what am I to do,
I want to love and be loved, but I want to stay me too.
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I’m with a partner, on occasion, if I’m lucky,
But just as luck is, it’s never there for long.
Family and friends are always around,
Yet no matter who’s there, alone I am.
Always the lover, never the loved,
The hardest thing to do, to hold onto myself.
Happiness is false, the mask I must don,
To show that I am there, I can be relied on.
Family and friends, true to their name,
Treat me as such, their not to blame.
Partners it seems, their purpose is to do,
Treat me like the dirt that lies under their shoe.
A matt to be trodden on, left on the floor,
Used as their need takes, ignored until then.
Beaten occasionally, then dropped back to the ground,
Looked upon in disgust until I’m needed, yet again.
The dirt is ground in deep, forced into my fibres,
Yet I endure this torture, trying to find a measure of peace.
The dirt ground in, festers inside, filling me with sadness, anger and hate,
Begging me to turn the tide of my fate.
Use them first, before they can use me,
Give into my dark, become an arsehole, let them see.
With all I have been through, it would be easy to do,
But what would happen to me?... I’d loose me too.
So keep to my morals, treat as I would be treated,
Get used and discarded then used a bit more.
Keep taking my punishment, dreaming of peace,
However it comes, happiness or death, what ever my fate.
Painfully hard, resisting temptation,
The hardest thing to do, to hold onto myself.
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