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The Incapacity That Can Shape a Shattered Heart

Every life has courage
Every life can see the light
Every life can see the truth 
Every life is a priceless piece

Every day can be trailblazing
Everyday dialect has an exact mannerism
Every day has clues that suggest steadiness 
Every day has prolific languages 

Everything brought you here
Everything implies you still have a chance
Everything from the yesteryear breathes inside you
Everything is an avocation that you exist 

Every second entails presumptions centered on phenomena’s
Every second of apprehension can encumber the last
Every second devours time
Every second gave you a venture to be here now

Every one of us desires permanency
Every one of us strains to attain 
Every one of us has distinctions
Every one of us has a speech
Every one of us can generate a spark


Every Life
Every Day
Everything 
Every Second
Everyone Of Us 
Can Make a Difference

Copyright © Robin Sharpe | Year Posted 2012



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The Prospect

The approbation for approval of a bountiful elicitation.

An evocation that is a stimulant. 

As it  calls up (draws forth) a particular class of behavior.

Thus, we draw out  an altruism for the philanthropic devotion,

To the said principles; henceforth, being compliant and acquiescence.

We  follow tradition accepting standards and agree. 

Let's reinstate and make a conception and promote.

Ethical characteristics of self-effacing and resourceful ingredients;

Mild unpretentious attentiveness of an expedient plan. 

A creation of to pass from one state to another. 

Replacing the incongruity to find the true direction.

A change that could help streamline a new threshold

This our our nation to endure the many wonderful opportunities. 

There can be great tasks ahead.

Allow information to be clear and in a few words;

Brief, but comprehensive. 

Embrace the forward notion of staying appreciative,
 
And positive for the great people and things in this world.

A prospect of the derivative to find the  real direction.

Copyright © Robin Sharpe | Year Posted 2013

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It All Served Its Purpose Well

It is like a river that flows and then stops 
It is like a mountain that you reach the top and then stop 
It is like an apple that you bite but, do not finish 
It is like a dream that you had and  it came true but, it was not good enough 
It was like a song that you heard but, it did not have all the right words 
It was like the best meal but it wasn't that great. 
It was like you had it in your hand but, then you let it go. 
It is like my life, but it wasn't enough. 
It was like I had it, but it was not enough 
It was like a challenge, but not enough. 
It was so soft, but there were flaws 
It was so easy, but it was hard. 
It was so simple, but I made it hard. 
It was a new beginning 
It was a new story 
It was a new day 
It was a new night 
It was clear skies 
It was a windy day 
It was snowing 
It was warm 
It was Spring 
It was Summer 
It was Fall 
It was Winter 
It was every color, but not the perfect one 
It was every moment, but not the moment. 
It was a cycle of events that never ended. 
It was confusion 
It made sense. 
It was the best 
It was my life

Copyright © Robin Sharpe | Year Posted 2012

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The Writer's Penned Prospect

The truth was here 
The letters  were sent 
The mistakes were seen 
The marks were clear  
The proof was real 
The smudges  were seen
The words were unclear 
The perfection had an imperfection  
The vision was never clear 
The journey was often a somber one 
The time is now gone 
The past survived to bring me here 
The chapters and chapters continue 
The words now have meaning from that past 
The mistake has reason 
The marks were clear; I was in a hurry 
The mind raced with excitement 
The laughter was there 
The imperfections made a perfected decision 
The writings must go on 
The letters must be sent 
The truth is here 
The imperfection is the perfection
The journey lives on

Copyright © Robin Sharpe | Year Posted 2013

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A Season's Flip

Spring was a darkness bliss 
Summer was a rage to find the truth 
When fall came and the eclipse was out  
I closed my eyes... 
I think I just needed some time. 
I think I just need some time to cry over you. 
When winter came, I sang  a Taylor's swift song about a flower  I never got. 
I drove around way too much looking at places I  had already seen 
I guess you could say I  took a ride. 

The lightning flashed and the seasons changed 
A world to be  
A world to know 
My strength revealed 
The flip of the coin 

Spring was a blissful wind  
Summer gave truth to see  the light 
When Fall came and my son was born 
It sure made life a whole lot clearer 

A bliss it was to see his eyes staring back at me. 
When winter came  
I  had to watch you walk away and sing Foo Fighter's song, "Learning to Walk Again" song remembering it was me who gave you flowers in those December months. 
I drove around and looked   at places I  had never seen 
I guess you could say I  took a joyful ride 
I stopped crying over those flowers I never got 
  
I think I just needed some time  
I think I just need some time to let you walk away 

The thunder roared  and the seasons changed 
A world to be  
A world to know 
My strength renewed 
The flip of the coin strength  revealed the seasons of time  
The flip of the coin  
It sure made life a whole lot clearer.

Copyright © Robin Sharpe | Year Posted 2012



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Endless Silence of the Truth

For the time has come to gather around. 
We should  join in our hearts the endless laughing moments.
Everything around exist for us to become and to be.
Why do we  forget that the leaves on trees will not  always be there? 
Why do we show hatred when there is so much love to share?
The time crawls upon and then it all ends.
The ending of what we should have always known. 
We all do not know the endless truth about the ones who suffered for our own tears to cry.
We carry on and live the days and nights in denial.
The time has come and yet, it is always ignored. 
In the crowd there is those few that smile when you need them the most. 
Right next to you might have been your friend that you dismissed because you were busy.
He or she migh have  called on you when the tears ran deep.
Sadly, that person knew you would forget his or name.
For the time has always been a refreshing ray of new beginnings though.
The time has been a friend to you.
It is not special when  someone else gives you their time?
The leaves are not always there for you to see. 
The limbs get weaker as the day passes on.
We should join together for all of us to be and become.
Everything exist as a warm glow.
In silence the whisper of the wind says nothing is everything because it all exist.

Copyright © Robin Sharpe | Year Posted 2012

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It Is a Whole

In time it stood
A silence of the wind
A second chance
A covering of the darkness
No time to lapse
Life came to be 

A cool breeze
A drop of rain
A time to cry
A time to sigh

A fear to live
A quest to know
The whole or a piece
No time to lapse
A second chance 
No time to cover

A walk 
A run
A now 
Life came to be
A mystical realm

Copyright © Robin Sharpe | Year Posted 2012

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The Silence of a Pondering Love

The agony was not real
The tears only made it seem to be
The darkness was light
The time was here

I took a step 
I turned around
I silences within all that it was
It was deep
It was real

The laughs 
The smiles
The lasting of a second that dwindled over there somewhere

I closed my eyes 
I dreamt of him
It made it real
The goodbye had to come
The message was clear

I stood there for a moment
I was in a daze
I pondered every last word
I remember barely breathing
I remember his kind words

I said the words
I felt the gestures
I looked 
I yearned

Where did it go?
The time since seems endless
Where did I go wrong?
The answer can never be right
The light was seen
The miracle existed

I pondered and then I looked at the date 
It was one year ago
The dream I had was just today when I did not know the date
The deep meaning of truth was there

I said the words
I saw the gestures
I looked and I saw
I looked but I refused

The trival was now put to an end
The resolute was clear
The breeze blew away some of the pain
The hurt runs deep
The mirace exists 
The light was seen

If I threw a peeble would you hear it?
The deepness was real
My love is still here.

Copyright © Robin Sharpe | Year Posted 2012


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