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Mike Gauthier Poem
The things i think when i just sit and write.
Some are so wrong but always feel right.
Its like my mind is a maze in a daze, but a phrases will appear, either words of happiness or words of fear.
I just go with the flow as someone once said... LET THE GOOD TIMES ROLL... My mind is a park and i'm on a stroll.
Its funny how, when the dishes are finished, and with just 5 minutes you can write a poem and leave people in stitches.
Although i keep in mind the essence of laugh cause how long are you interested if it is all bad .
Because with bad comes good unless i'm misunderstood you learn from a lesson then turn it to good.
To look on the ground and find twenty bucks, someone's misfortune is somehow my luck.
Does that make it good luck or does that make it bad if i lost a twenty i no id be mad.
So i pick it up flip it call it, then i stash the cash or should install in my wallet hit the store and ball it.
later that night it all set in what if that was a twenty for his sons gift should i hit the streets just to see if i can find the person that lost TWENTY
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Said so long he's gone, but he'll be back again . Yet it still feels like i lost a friend did you ever hear that saying bros before hoe's when we were together this was how it goes. Though just best of friends, we tied all our ends the journey's on pause how long that depends. Think of the good times we had in the past, God Dam man we had a blast down at the club or at some shitty pub we always had fun cause we always showed love . So now i stand true accept this fate why debate what you cant rerate life is a journey that were all among, life is that song that aint yet been sung. Time looses its edge but its not going to stop me, cause i am a soldier sent to do this all properly .so where it will lead these roads that i travel hopefully paved roads and not always gravel. They say to have is to want and in need we embrace . Choice picks our path but we pick our place ...
thanks to anyone that took the time to read what my mind writes
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inspired by the white that's on the ground. Smiling faces and christmas sounds. What will we get , what will we give . Everyones in search of that perfect gift. The best gifts i've seen come straight from the heart. From a simple i love you to a daddy whats next ..those are the moments ill never forget . so next gift we wrap consider this, can i wrap up love? and give it as a gift. so i raise my list put it away come one come all for my love give away. Scratch your head try to think back Thomas the train or your first hot wheels track. The thought of a child hood once lived by me and watching my kids as i used to be. so young and unsure of what life's going to hold, I just want them to stay young and never get old. IT was just a tree till we plugged it in then plugged the house with family and friends.
MRG...
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Mike Gauthier Poem
What does one say , to someone he's never met, what does he say so she'll never forget .
In a moment like this its instinct to lye and when i say lye i mean act like a guy. Not like the man you think you are, with a name in capitals and has its own star. we fear the truth cause it speaks to much, imagine the story if your life's been rough. So day to day left with a mask , one that will block all questions you ask. talk is cheap or so they say its the lessons in life that lead us to today . so i look to the past with the future in mind, cause i no there'll be answers to some questions ill find.I write this quick cause my lifes like this .
My mind wonders sometimes it ponders, what would life be like if we were all gonners ,would anyone notice im not in my place would they not even miss me or remember my face .
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