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Gregory Procopio Poem
I’m hunting high and low,
For someone I am yet to know
I can sense the beating of her heart,
But I know not where to start
She will bring me joy, bring me peace,
And maybe the loneliness will cease
So here I am,
Is she within the reach of my hand
Has she been here once before,
Is she the one who left me wanting more
Have we met in a passing glance,
Our eyes meeting in a chance
Has she passed me in these halls,
Never entering into these walls
Or is she merely just a dream,
A fantasy my mind has created just for me
Never the less,
I shall continue hunting for her,
High and low,
I shall never give up hope
For a life without love,
Without passion
Will have you cold and lonely,
As you walk into the sun
The End
By Greg P
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Blessed are the Ones,
Who follow in the footsteps of our Creator, living to spread His word
They find their way home when temptation has made them turn
Blessed are the Ones,
Who are always ready and willing to answer to the call
They keep us safe from harm as the darkness begins to fall
Blessed are the Ones,
Who save the lives of those whom had no hope left that they would live
They spend years preparing themselves just for the moments that they can give
Blessed are the Ones,
Who greet the less fortunate with open arms allowing them to see
That there are good people left, the world is not such an awful place to be
Blessed are the Ones,
Who give us hope and strength when the light is fading out
They fuel our faith and help to clear away our many doubts
Blessed are the Ones,
Who are never selfish, they are here to assist in anyway they can
They do good only because their hearts tell them to, no need to understand
Blessed are the Ones,
Who stand strong in the face of evil and never turn to walk away
With no fear at all of losing as they keep all the demons at bay
Blessed are the Ones,
Who teach us as we grow, giving us the knowledge needed to succeed
They show such patience and virtue as they take on this sometimes-arduous deed
Blessed are the Ones,
Who have strong moral values, so much honor and integrity
They show us the light at those times when we are not quite able to see
Blessed are,
The angels as they watch over us from the glorious heavens above
They have proven they earned their wings, as they offer us so much love
The End
By Greg P
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Dream weaver
The creator of fantasies
Places unknown
Way beyond the seas
Dream weaver
Enter into my mind
Take me on a voyage
To places I cannot find
Bring peace to me
As I sleep tonight
Invade this darkness
With your eternal light
Set me free
From these chains that bind me here
Release me from this pain
And take away all my fear
I beacon you
And again you come
Stay with me tonight
Let these dreams you weave
Deliver me to the sun
The End
By Greg P
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You have everything
But your soul is empty
All these people with nothing at all
But you’re to blind to see
You think you are what you make
With so much here at stake
You think that money can cure your woes
But even you must truly know
That it is really just a fix
Your problems are still in the mix
Stepping over everyone
As you make your way to the top
Your greed grows stronger by the day
Wondering where will it finally stop
With so many people
And so little hope
Life is hanging here
On the desperation of this rope
So take a long look at the man in the mirror
Before you say you have it tough
See the world that surrounds you
And then tell me
How much is enough
The End
By Greg P
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You are the sun
You are the light
You are the angel watching
As I sleep at night
You give me strength
You give me pride
You give me no reasons
No reasons left to hide
You are the rock
The voice at the mountain top
And I know
Your love for me will never stop
You quench me
With your cleansing rains
You give me all the power
I need to sustain
You give me hope
On even the darkest days
My future would be so bleak
If you ever went away
So I am here my Lord
And always ready to receive
And no that every part of me
In you I will always believe
The End
By Greg P
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I cannot be
Because I cannot see
I cannot receive
Because I cannot believe
Without you here
I am swallowed by the fear
Without you here
This life is hard
When you are surrounded by confusion
This life is hard
In your mind everything is an illusion
What is real
What is it that I’m meant to feel
Without you my Lord
The days are cold and lonely
Without you my Lord
This life all seems so phony
I need you here
I need you near
I need you to be the one to guide me
I need your light so that I can see
So please listen to my soul
Please be the one to take control
For without you here with me
I simply
Simply cannot be
The End
By Greg P
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Sweet amazing grace
As I feel your touch upon my face
You watch over me as I sleep
All my secrets you shall keep
When I become lost in the darkness of the night
You come to me and lead me to the light
When I become so blind that I cannot see
You deliver my sight back to me
When my tears fall like the rain
You come to me and take away my pain
You fill me with all your love
My precious angel from above
Your love shall always hold such a special place
Cordellia my sweet amazing grace
The End
By Greg P
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Alone again
Without you
Alone again
And feeling so blue
So many sleepless nights
Leading to endless days
A life left in turmoil
Since you passed away
The light has turned to dark
No fire without a spark
Nightmares
Are all my dreams
In this world
Nothing is what it seems
So I call to you
Please help me through
For I am alone again
Alone without you
The End
By Greg P
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His love is all around me,
Even though I cannot see
Something that is so very real,
All these things that I feel
Sleeping for so many years,
Suppressed by all my darkest fears
Finally I have been woken,
To all the glorious words that He has spoken
I have been touched by His holy hand,
And now I can understand
So strong in everything that I believe,
I am always ready to receive
He guides me from the heavens up above,
And He has filled me with His love
He has given to me a precious gift,
As I use these words to uplift
Hopefully they will touch your very core,
Realizing He can give you so much more
He offers to you an eternal life,
With no pain, no sorrow, no strife
But you must become a righteous man,
To be seated by His hand
You must rid yourself of hate,
In order to receive this glorious fate
If you let Him into your soul,
Then you can achieve this mighty goal
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By Greg P
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My dearest Cordellia, I miss you, so I thought I would send you a note
Telling you all that I have been going through and asking you to give me hope
I walk this dark and lonely road carrying all this pain
Wondering, were all these tears I have cried simply cried in vain
Using my heart and not my eyes to navigate the darkness in this place
The only thing that remains clear to me is the memory of your face
I have missed you since you have gone, I have to confront this on my own
Can not put into words this pain I feel it is something I have never known?
If it were not for all the love you poured into my heart
I would have no strength to keep myself from falling apart
You have left this life and have gone to where only the angels are permitted to soar
But the love I have for you has allowed me to open up another door
The love this father has for his daughter has consumed his very heart
And all these memories of you have allowed me to make a brand new start
Daddy’s little hiny, that was my name for you, because of your tiny baby butt
How you use to make me laugh, you were such a little nut
Cordellia Miriam, your name was as unique as you were
A piece of heaven on earth is what you were to me and that is for sure
I never knew that I was capable of feeling a love as strong as the love I felt for you
And now since you are gone I become confused at times for just what I should do
I could gain pleasure for hours just by sitting and watching you play
I would try to understand everything you had to say
So my sweet child I hope you can hear me when I speak to you each night
I hope that you are listening and I hope you understand my fight
This pain and love seem to be tearing each other apart, leaving me as a shell
I pray each night to God in hopes that you are doing well
I miss all the times you would run down the hall just to greet me
You would jump into my arms to give me a hug and tell me how much you missed me
Well my little one Daddy has to go for now but I shall certainly visit with you again
I will talk to you everyday until we shall meet again
The End
By Greg P
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