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The Horse

A black and white horse
My greatest childhood friend
Always by my side

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The Grim Reeper

it breathes on my neck

                                                    it lurks in empty allies

                                                         ready to attack

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Bloody Knuckles

Bloody knuckles
Are all that remain
Of what I use to be.
Torn skin,
Scars and scabs,
Memories and
Reminders.

Of a time when I was young
And without ambition
Or caution.
Running through green forests
With friends chasing behind.
A root,
I trip,
And my fingers collide with the dirt.
The soil stings my
Bloody knuckles.

Bloody knuckles
Are all that remain
Of what I use to be.
Torn skin,
Scars and scabs,
Memories and
Reminders.

I majored in Political Science,
But couldn't make the grade.
My effort fell short
And I fell into bad habits.
Days and nights
Spent alone.
Helpless
And at the same time
Overwhelmed.
Too much to drink,
I throw a punch
And the soft cheek of a stranger runs into my
Bloody knuckles

Bloody knuckles
Are all that remain
Of what I use to be.
Torn skin,
Scars and scabs,
Memories and
Reminders.

I changed
My ways,
My life.
I was better,
But not much.
A few local fights
For local cash
And local bragging rights.
Then a few local wins
And a few wins
Far from home.
Oh how things had changed.
No longer did my fist collide with the face of
The poor and angry;
Now the skin of champions
Caressed and slammed my
Bloody knuckles.

Bloody knuckles
Are all that remain
Of what I use to be.
Torn skin,
Scars and scabs,
Memories and
Reminders.

Now I sit
In a creaking chair
Alone once again.
If I had family they would visit me,
If I had friends they would call.
But I remain shut out
And fading fast.
No longer can I remember my girlfriends
Or the places I went
And the things I did.
The only things I hold on to
Is the memories tied onto
My wrinkly old hands
And my 
Bloody knuckles

Bloody knuckles
Are all that remain
Of me.

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Family Is

Family is love
Everlasting love
That binds us like a golden chain

Family is care
Always caring
That make all our minds one

Family is sympathy
Never ending sympathy
That gives us understanding

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The Butterfly Journey

i dreamt, i was a butterfly or was i, a butterfly dreaming
i was flying through a place without sound
no happiness
no love
then i was enraptured away
to a place of magical feeling
and dreams come true
i was delightful to see
a place with no evil at all
the people where captivating
always smiling
saying "hello"
i was taken to see the queen
who shimmered like snow
her palace was fascinating
the garden, enchanting
i never wanted to leave this entrancing dream
but i woke up

grace freeman daydreams and dreams and dreams 07/13/2011

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The Color Inside of Me

it makes me smile
it makes me happy
it blooms inside of me
it flows through all my veins
it fills my head with ideas
on how to make this world a better place
my eyes glow with excitement
my stomach churns with hope
as i feel with all my soul
the color inside of me

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Power

with power in my hand
i can make the the birds sing with a band
in a pile i can make the leaves always land
i can make a tornado out of sand
on two legs i can make the dog stand
with power in my hand