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Eternal Love Flame

I sometimes watch you, when you're asleep,
then take a deep breath, and this I think........
 
 
A year has passed, forever more,
life with you, I cherish and adore.
Before I met you, it was only a dream,
my green eyed girl, may never be.
 
I'm trying to think, of something to say,
that describes my love, an eternal way.
This I know, and will always be true,
neither breathless sunset nor enchanting words,
can ever be, as beautiful as you.
 
My desire for you, is so loving and deep,
my heart and soul, is yours to keep.
When I wake up, I think of you,
before I sleep, I do then too.
 
I hope this poem, shows what I sometimes can't say,
how lucky I am to be with you, day by day.
To close this rhyme, from me to you,
I'll love you forever,
eternity too

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Love Thought

My eternal love is with you,
never shall it die, 
weaken, nor be faded by life's unkind gratitude.

Wherever your body and mind takes your beauty,
my arms will protect you,

keep you warm.

I'll give my soul,
and heart for you  to keep,
if you should return it,
it'll always be warmth from your touch,
Until my last beat...

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My Own Therapist

Can I stop drinking,
from these days that seem longer.
Test will power to the limit,
then become much stronger.

Wish I can tell my family,
that I am bad,
I'm a drunk,
they'll never understand.

The feeling of being sober,
is worst then being alone.
Maybe I should die,
or stop being a moan.

I cannot leave my family,
so I keep breathing in this world that I walk through.
I'm lost in this mess,
with no one to talk too.

So until my last sunset,
that lays on my path,
this bliss I say goodbye to,
that I never loved.

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Misunderstood

The rain slides off my hair,

soaking me wet.

The sky seems to be crying over me,

I don't care.

In the middle of nowhere,

without no soul to speak with.

Should I embrace my fear?

Tears are coming,

though not mine.

But I await my fate,

inpatient for all to end,

not worried for ones deathly drop.

I never had my laughing days on this smiling planet,

nor smiled at gracing sunsets.

No need for me to be where I have my wrongly self being,

in a world that doesn't want me in it!

Can't I be free?

escape, without it not labelled a sin?

My words doesn't breach a sound!

Am I bound to disappear with just one argument?

I now don't feel the need to fear,

useless waste from above.

But I do regret for what soon my breathless body didn't become,

maybe in the end it'll turn out to be all I was.

They will finally see,

a lost poet.

Instead you'll be seeing tears in my lifeless eyes,

like fallen old crusty papers,

with no expressions,

nor emotions of any kind that suits your almighty mind,

for ever no sense.

Throw away my heart and mind into dark flames of hell!

Feel my fury from the heat of not understanding!

All vanished within my last dying breath.

Don't cry for me,

cry for yourself.

Dead writing,

like me forever,

I was........

Misunderstood.

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The Silent Man

Wind blows
but silent still shows
birds fly with there flapping wings
but silent still shows
sunsets on crashing waves of ocean
but silent still shows
smiling laughter of loving and family get together's
but silent still shows
crying and sad emotions weeping
silent still shows
music for claps of happiness
silent still shows
loving my mother always
but still silent shows
stars and moon above
my silent always shows.

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Lost Souls

Souls of fate
took flight without delay
their journey cut short
on that dreadful day.  

The world shocked in silence
was in early morning
New Yorkers watched in terror
while paper soaring.

Screams were heard 
horror we could see
the events witnessed
unfold on our TV.

Evil 
twisted 
hatred
death
mass murderers. 

What more can I say
about heartless men
they are horrible now
like they were then. 

This world will smile without them
we shall live on
for us there'll be no more terror
and people doing wrong.

It will come to them all
they will be paid
just like Lucifer
all shall be laid
And their souls they took for granted
won't ever be saved!

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Cat and His Mother

Laying there, was not all he 
did,

sleeping alone, was not all he 
did,

dreaming of his young self, was 
not all he did,

crying for you, was not all he 
did,

staring into space, was not all 
he did,

wanting your love and 
attention, was not all he did,

purring in your arms, was not 
all he did,

making you worry, was not all 
he did,

having a lions heart, was not all 
he did,

imprinted love in your soul, was 
not all he did,

letting you hold him until he 
was gone, was not all he did,

leaving fond memories for your 
heart, was not all he did,

letting you say good-bye, was 
not all he did,

sharing all this and his love 
with you,

is what all he ever did.

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Me and My K9

On one fine day,

we went for a stroll,

not holding back was he, after seeing his ball.

The suns heat fell down on us with all its might,

our path was ahead, in our sight.

And time to play rose to peak,

running rabbits we saw, near  the old creak.

Crackled the far forest looked,

bonkers his eyes shook!

Wind whistled through cut grass,

had our time of play already pass?

Was I just as mad as him?!

Now impatient with those bonker eyes,

growing greater and wide as the sky.

The ball!!! bonkers eyes told me,

the ball!!!!

Throw it......

maybe then we would play,

oh, I say, I say.

Threw it with all my strength one did,

he turned away from me, bonkers eyes started to skid.

Run,

now you can run!!!!

Never stop running,

with those bonker eyes.

Madness and insanity playing with your best friend,

all day long, till the very end.

 

By Ryan Jackson. Written on 4/JULY/2011

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Mental Breakout

Walking down a street alone
a few things come across me
surrounding gardens all acquired perfectly
flowers blooming
happy dog running
smiling people with no heads all friendly.
Much distance behind me now where I fairly took my leap of freedom
they must be wondering where I am now.
So better pick up the pace
sanity of the world is appealing to me
much reasons to be walking cheerfully.
But the fresh air does seems dirty
flowers now seem dead
dogs looking more aggressive
people with no heads are not around any-more.
NOW I SEE THE TRUTH!!!
I'm scared!
What can I do to getaway from this insane world?
Can't go back
drugs are to weak for me
better start running
run to that world where sanity was my pleasurable freedom
run away to that world where all seems to be clear through the fog
Get to that world where people smile again with no heads!

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Living Truth

When the wind blows in, 
total view is upon us.
No cloud is in sight,
sun drifts low.
Colours everywhere,
bright angels around,
birds flapping their farewell fevers,
paying no attention to our movement.
Slowly towards the seafront,
opens the gate for eternal freedom.

Never look back, 
never look back.

Nor take our eyes away from this moment,
because right here forever,
we will stay.