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As you are forced with a smile
as you pass me on by.
As you smirk and you laugh
and you gossip and lie.
Is that all? What it makes you?
The real you I see
You’re a fake with a front….
I am real….I AM ME!
And if I had a choice….
wonder which I would choose?
If I picked myself first
I am sure you will lose!
Though you think you’re so great
not sure what you may see.
But you’re fooling yourself
fool yourself…you can’t me!
For I figured you out
when no one could attest
But you buried yourself
hung yourself, none the less.
For a time when you thought
no one could touch a hair
It’s the gray that you hide
you can’t hide what’s in there!
Does it make you feel big?
Does it make you feel “hot”?
Cuz, you’re short and you’re fat
“Hot” you say? NO, you’re not!
Need to step from the stairs...
you can climb as you may;
Climbed up 3 steps last week
Fell down 4 steps today!
Yet, you seem unaware
Like you don’t hear them say
Hear the whisper and laughs….
“You should go now, not stay”!
Cuz your negative thoughts
Ugly tone; you are heard
People think you’re pure mean
Really B***H! is the word!
For whatever thought,
You think you know it all.
While you’re stuck in your chair….
5 feet wide; 4 feet tall.
So, take your fake front,
Take you big backside too…
Take your man and ur car
Now your friends, just a few
You can’t take your s**t tone….
And turn up your fat nose…
Cuz you think you’re the s**t?
Your man does, I suppose.
A pair made for you both;
Like a glove, you both fit.
Well….cuz you’re just a B***H!
And your man’s ALWAYS lit!
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When I die, will I fly?
Like a bluebird would fly?
Way up high
Up above in the sky?
Will my view be beneath?
From the ground will I see?
Any bluebirds?
Up high, when I die?
Or, will I be a leaf?
On a big Maple tree..
Swaying to and fro in darkened skies?
Well, I wonder what will?
What will be? What I'll do..
Will I fly? Or just crawl when I die?
Well, it matters the least
Of the two, I may be;
But, what matters the most;
Most to me.
Should I be in the sky with the greatest of birds;
Matters not, just so your there to see
I may act like its so;
Like I know you'll be there;
I think, I might think, your superman...
But, if I haven't shown;
What you needed to see;
I will pen it in words, so you can.
When this life comes to close
When the curtain is drawn;
When I look to my left, then my right.
Just as always, you're there;
Never swaying an inch.
I'm that leaf, hanging on to you tight!
Cuz, I know when this ends
Where're it be,just a storm;
Or, if we live out, our golden years..
Wouldn't it be grand thoughts?
If we both came to be;
In our yard, the same two gorgeous deer ?
If we do. If we don't.
Should I come back next time;
As a slug, or a slimey old snake
When I look to my left
Then again to my right
By my side; it's the place you will take.
Though I've often asked "why?"
When you're something so good
Why choose me and this life, here with me ?
Maybe when lights go out;
And the canvas is blank..
As two bluebirds with birds eye view...We'll see.
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The ship drifts to sea
Behind left is a life loved
Though it just can't be
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Holidays gone past
Hearts ate sad, yet happy
Why not in between?
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Pretty, pretty girl.
Oh, so pretty, Girl, you are.
Why so sad? Pretty Girl?
For sadness in the eyes of your beauty is most certain, a travesty.
Alone you feel..Don't you, Pretty Girl?
For it is evident, that you are weary and broken.
Filled with pain, you still rise each day.
You rise and put that ruby red smile on your flawless face.
Only I know. Your ruby red smile merely comes from the tube of your designer lipstick.
You were left alone. Hurt and broken.
Though be it not your fault, you remain confused.
You were left to wander.
Left to wonder
You were left to ponder.
And, so you did.
In the wee hours of your countless sleepless nights;
You continue with your infinite search.
Endlessly searching.
Infinitely barren.
Don't cry, Pretty Girl.
No more tears.
Like those of the beautifully inked roses whose tears stain your beautiful skin.
For you are loved.
Of that, I am certain.
Relax, Pretty Girl.
Exhale. Relax and exhale.
Your peace shall come.
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My grandson, I have yet to meet
That matters not to me.
For, even though I've seen you not
My mind and heart can see.
I wonder if your like your mom?
Do you now have blonde hair?
Or are you like your uncle?
Once had hair, now none is there?
I wonder if you softly cry
Or belt cries from your lungs?
Do you like hearing lullabies?
Just like your mom was sung?
I wonder if your smiling back
At faces, now you see
Though, sadly, I will never know
Together, we won't be.
I dream of you, and your sweet face
In dreams, I watch you sleep.
And, in those precious dreams I have
Are thoughts I'll always keep.
So, though you know me not at all
Perhaps, one day we'll know
But, meanwhile in my heart you'll stay
And, I won't let you go.
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Trees begin to sprout their leaves as flowers bloom
The smell of wild honeysuckle fills the air
The smell of water from the hose is welcome
Alas, Spring has come
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In the blink of an eye; you appear... I look back;
In the blink of an eye, you are gone.
Like a piece in your game, you so carelessly play;
Knowing not, your not more than the pawn.
All your lies? Is it real? Is there life deep in there?
Is there truth in your life? There at all?
There you go - running fast; I glimpse back...
There you go; first you trip, then again start to fall.
Are you blind? Can't you see? Is your sight all but gone?
Did you lose all your cares long ago?
For your head? Can't it sleep? On the go must you be?
Why so blind, to what I know you know?
Yet you run; pushing on; Gaining speed as you go...
Selfish minds hinder your gift to see;
Look around...slow your pace; Take a breath - let it go...
Saddened truths? Yourself you hate to be.
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Argh! Matey, now it's time for you
To take a little walk.
You see that plank, off of the side?
Now walk the walk you talk!
A pirate you have always been
And should have came to be
But, then you crossed the meanest one...
That pirate crossed, was me!
Now, step up to that plank out there..
You fate..awaits for you.
For when a pirate crosses me...
They walk that same plank too!
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The hanged man sings
The song, now over
Once, sounds of jubilee
Ends, a song of goodbyes
Words, lost on deaf ears for the most
Goodbyes come too late for him
Shall hanged man sing again?
Or shall his music die?
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