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Untouched Love

I admire her from a distance.
As you would a piece of art.
Afraid to say things that I feel.
To touch .Or show my heart.
My body is a vessel. With a heart of stone within.
I fear for all to see it. Or to use it once again.
I wore it on my shoulder . For all the world to see.
It seems I gave it freely . And it got the best of me.
If my life could be started over.
I would pick a different time.
One where I would'nt know her.
Or ever have her own my mind.
If now I was struck with blindness.
If I could never see again.
Her face would never leave me.
Her love always within.

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Passion and the Wine.

As she lays here beside me.
Her black hair is slightly mused.
Ruby lips that pout before me.
I know are full of lust.
Inviting me to join her in her passion and her wine.
She tries hard to excite me.
She can do it every time.
So soft and tender to my fingers.
Hidden pleasures that I find.
Life goes on around us.
To this world we might seem blind.
No sense of time invades us.
Only climax brings an end.
Not wanting to withdraw from her.
My lover and my friend.

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Little Hands

Little hands that reach to touch you.
Little arms that hold you tight .
Little head upon the pillow.
As he lays dreaming every night.

Little eyes that look for knowledge.
And a smile that lights the room.
Playing with his little cars.
As he pushes they go zoom.

He grows an inch a month now.
But he isn't very tall.
We keep track of all the inches.
With a mark upon the wall.

He walks with me beside him.
His steps are really slow.
Compared to mine their tiny.
In the dust the prints they show.

At two years old . A genius.
For the child is really smart.
No prejudice will you find here.
Fro a grandmas loving heart.

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My Lost Love.

I miss the love of years ago.
Her admiration doesn't show.
The knight in armor that I was.
The man she promised God she'd love.
Arm and arm we traded rings.
We shared our love .Our life and things.
The years have gone from one to many.
Her love for me .She hasn't any
Living together. But grown apart.
Just a shell without a heart.
No kisses ,Hugs or smooth caresses.
No holding hands ,No pretty dresses.
What have I done to fall from grace?
What am I doing in this empty place?

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Towers of Faith.

From the dust and the smoke of the towers that fell.
With the metal and concrete . It all looks like hell.
Death and destruction for the country to see.
Brings forth the pride and the faith of the American free.

Those jackels that did it. We're right on their heels.
These people that did it. We won't cut no deals.
The wounded and dead . They're so  hard to number.
The countries in awe. The feelings are somber.
It's so easy to hate. The feelings won't linger.
No repercutions till we point the finger.

Our freedoms are strong .Our sprits are high.
Don't do it again. Don't ever try.
The price that they paid .Theres no way to repay it.
Too late for your sorries. Theres no way you can say it.
You've messed with our familes.Too many lives have been touched.
You have given us reason to hate you with lust.
We've joined God and country.The way it should be.
God bless this country and the American free.

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Dreams Are Free.

Dreams are free for those who want them.
Dreams are there for you and me.
Close your eyes . And think of someone.
Something or a place to be. 

Travel lands you've never been to.
Have all the riches you can see.
Love the one you've always wanted.
Close your eyes and you will see.
Dream away your times of sadness.
Dream away your meanest foe.
Dream away your life of labor.
Dream of places you can go.

Above the clouds ,Beneath the ocean.
To warm islands .Or drifting snow.
In your bed you can be dreaming.
Night time passes too fast . We know.

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I Can Love You.

I can love you.I can hate you.
I can hold you till the end.
I see you when you're not there.
I read letters you don't send.
I can open up my heart to you.
I can offer you my soul.
I can hold onto the feelings.
Be them warm or be them cold.
I reach toward an outstretched hand.
Or is it really there?
I reach out toward a loved one.
I know that you still care.
I can still smell the perfume .
That you wore behind your ear.
I can feel the dampness on my chest .
As from you comes a tear.
I wish you back in person.
Not only in my mind.
A love like yours is finest.
when that love of yours is mine.

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Let Our Children Pray

With in these walls of wisdom.
Where our children learn.
Where can they go for guidance?
To whom can they turn?
Let them say whats on their mind.
If it's prayer , Then let them find.
What ever helps them through the day.
Let their day be divine.

Drugs are around each corner.
Gangs, They seem to stay.
Violence on our tv sets.
No safe place for them to play.

People dying in our churches.
And death inside our schools.
Is prayer so bad for children?
Is the Bible not a learning tool?

Why can't you accept this picture?
Of children hand in hand.
Asking God to help them.
To protect them when he can.

Some are taught to worship God.
Some are taught to hate.
Some are taught to do things right .
Some to make mistakes.

I prayed when I was younger.
No harm ever came my way.
Don't make a law against it. 
Let our children pray

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He Sat and Told a Story

He sat and told a story. Of a couple they once knew.
A loving, Caring story. Of two children , me and you.
As he sat there beside her.  A smile upon her face.
She ask for him to read it. As tears stream down her face. 

He knows the woman sitting there. At times she goes away.
Her mind not with her anymore. Her body has to stay.
She's in and out of our world. It's not her choice you know.
One day she sits here with me. Sometimes she has to go.
    
I miss her in her travels. She trecks the path alone.
I pray to God she hurries . And the path she takes leads home.
I hold her hands to warm them. Sometimes I brush her hair.
The kids just brought you flowers. Hugs and kisses they did share.

You used to work the garden. Pretty flowers you have grown.
We wandered in the evenings there. When our house was more a home.
When you come out of darkness .I'll be sitting here with you.

Telling you the stories. Showing pictures that are new.
When God decides to take you . If I'm not first in line.
Wait for me at heavens gate. I'll be along in time.

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The Past

The past is home for me these days.
My mind goes there and wants to stay.
The places I'm going . The places I've been.
Miles and miles that never end.
The loves I've lost. The few I did win.
My heart goes out to all of them.
I shed a tear for loves long gone.
Our chosen heart felt lovers song.
To hold a hand . To have one care.
To look at me and want me there.
I lay at night between sleep and waking.
Thinking of the loves . My heart is breaking.
The darkness comes .The day is fading.
Into the past I will be staying.