Details |
Chance Furlong Poem
My love, My friend why did the time we had together have to end.
The times we had the adventures we shared, I will treasure them always as if they were precious gems.
Such a short time we had when you were taken from me so suddnley a tragic misfortune not just for me but also for out families. But on my life I swear as long as I have breath in my body I will honor your memory.
Yo will live on this I vow not just in my heart but in the hearts of all those lives you have touched in some special way.
Copyright © Chance Furlong | Year Posted 2011
|
Details |
Chance Furlong Poem
Thadd Baker
Friend Father
Husband Mentor
Brother Son
A life cut short
A family left to grieve
Gone but not forgotten
You are always here with us
Dad my special friend
A loss so sudden.
Your life brought to
a sudden end.
Fear not your memory will
never fade your star shines
bright So Sailor on
Sailor Fair Winds
and Following Seas
Copyright © Chance Furlong | Year Posted 2011
|
Details |
Chance Furlong Poem
MY LOVE MY PRINCE.
MY PRECIOUS JEWEL, YOU BELONG TO ME AND I BELONG TO YOU.
I SHALL TREASURE THEE ABOVE ALL ELSE, IF I COULD I WOULD GIVE THE STARS AND EVEN THE MOON.
TO ME YOU ARE A GIFT FROM THE HEAVENS ABOVE, DELIVERED FROM APHRODITE HERSELF, A GIFT GIVEN ONE I SHALL NOT REFUSE.
OUR PATHS HAVE CROSSED OUR DESTINIES AND FUTURES NOW INTERTWINED YOU WHO I VOU WHO I COVET ABOVE ALL ELSE, MY MOST PRECIOUS TREASURE.
I SWEAR TO YOU MY UNDYING LOVE, LOALTY, FAITH AND VIRTUE TO YOU.
WE SHALL ALWAYS HAVE EACH OTHER JUST US TOO.
Copyright © Chance Furlong | Year Posted 2011
|
Details |
Chance Furlong Poem
The voices that echo inside my head are deafening nothing can block the pain I feel and the terror i hear.
The call upon me to do unspeakable things driving me to madness. They taunt and torment me making a mockery of me. The pain never ends there is no way out but one. Do I dare take it?
Or do I continue to suffer in silence and claw at my body in anguish as the stream continues with out end.
Copyright © Chance Furlong | Year Posted 2011
|
Details |
Chance Furlong Poem
Isolated and alone tired and weary I drag my battered and weary body through this barren and desolate place. Trapped in my own personal hell tortured, tormented and taunted by demons of my own creation. The only way out is through redemption.
Though I can see the light of my redemption I choose to ignore it. Somday the pathe before will become known, my destiny will unfold, my story will be told. As I follow the long winding road to my redemption.
Copyright © Chance Furlong | Year Posted 2011
|
Details |
Chance Furlong Poem
Richer then poorest peasant more powerful then the wealthiest king. I consider myself luckier than anything. And, because of that I wouldn't trade any of my wonderful friends for anything. Through thick and thin they have been there through it all, never failing in their support. Giving guidance and advice wether it was welcome or not. So no matter the reason I would accept no else in the world but my wonderful friends.
Copyright © Chance Furlong | Year Posted 2011
|
Details |
Chance Furlong Poem
Death be not proud for some have called you might and dreadful but though art not so.
Many fear your icy grip but I do not you hold no power nor control over me.
I' am the master of my fate the captain of my desires.
SO DEATH BE NOT PROUD
It is I who am in control not you. You hold no sway over me vengeful spirit
My Soul is not yet yours to claim.
Copyright © Chance Furlong | Year Posted 2011
|
Details |
Chance Furlong Poem
To all the haters, the disbelivers to all those who doubted me along the way this is for you.I stood strong in the face of adversity and saw it through now is my time to shine, Now I take my place among the stars. So to all you haters out there look upon me now as I stand tall and proud, I overcame despite the odds. I alone faced the hardships life has thrown at me. Every time I stumbled I got back up not letting adversity get the best of me.
I alone overcame all the barriers in my way in my way so stand aside all you haters today is my day.
Copyright © Chance Furlong | Year Posted 2011
|
Details |
Chance Furlong Poem
Burning Love and hot desire, consumes me like a wild fire.
Pierced by cupids bow and arrow we are made for one another.
Joined together under the starts, not even nature can tear us apart.
Rising together, Spiraling hiring we are made for one another.
The love we share share burns out of control like a raging fire.
Nothing can stop us, not even our own desires.
Copyright © Chance Furlong | Year Posted 2011
|