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Tom Atterberry Poem
Beyond the sun I can rest my weary soul
Beyond the sun I will no longer feel this cold
No sorrowed brow like I have now
right from the start you will cleanse my heart
beyond the sun I will find a love untold.
I’ll be free of grief, and no longer feel the pain
rejoice each day far away-and for eternity I will wait
till the master and his new world unfold.
Beyond the sun I’ll see much happiness
and I pray to him I will truly be blessed
beyond the sun the light will show the way
and I will be free from this darkness
that we live in today.
I hope somehow in this life I touched a few
maybe one of them was you
and you will pass on a smile, or a touch
yes please share
so God knows there are many that still care.
Beyond the sun, there will be no more anger
or war
once again a great vision for this place as there was before,
So as my earthly life ends,
many more will begin,
and no matter how bad it may seem
I’ll be there beyond the sun
and that endless stream
with the masters love I am there.
Copyright © Tom Atterberry | Year Posted 2006
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Trapped in a world of insecurity
unable to relate to modern ways
fighting the tide, no where to hide
banging my head against a wall again today.
Tears inside at the brim
I choke them down as I pray
some slipped out once again
I cannot walk away.
My heart is fraying, and the pain speaks to me
Sometimes silently saying
take care or set me free.
Smoke rolls into the air
another time of pain to share
I beg in defiance allow me
to once again go there.
Love and trust are not companions
worry and deceit pal around
past, present and thoughts of tomorrow
make a crashing sound.
Escape I see the options
the scale is tipped to a negative stance
I am upon my knees, asking please
can you give me one last chance.
Copyright © Tom Atterberry | Year Posted 2006
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Tom Atterberry Poem
Melting into the skyline
prosperation to fill the salty seas
some are to frail to handle it
they fall down upon their knees
ten days and growing
100-117
global warming
it’s no longer an insane dream
ice caps fading
into the ocean as well
I wonder just how much hotter it can be
in hell.
Power outages, the grids can’t take the drain
frying eggs on the sidewalks
just like our brains.
Sitting in Phoenix
or down in LA
there is no escape
from this heat coming our way
they say by the week end it will cool down some
but I wonder if we will make it to that time
where we can relax and be cool
at a cold frigid 99.
Copyright © Tom Atterberry | Year Posted 2006
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