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Weakened By Emotion

A sadness has come over me,
A darkness has set in;
The search for lone identity,
My patience wearing thin.

With yesteryear behind me,
an new ones yet to come;
I feel I'm blind and cannot see,
no direction to or from.

My quest is here, my time expired,
I set my life a sail;
I'm cold, I'm lonely, and I'm tired,
with this I start to wale.

So with my thoughts I dry my eyes,
and follow twisted winds;
With hope and fervor as my guides,
my journey now begins.

A day gone by and nothing yet,
to tame that which I fear;
My sadness I cannot forget,
its' voice is all I hear.

The darkness still upon me,
My course I cannot find;
And so I drift amid the sea,
In weakened state of mind.

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The Lovers

The morning sun crests the auburn sky,
The green grass glistens with dew;
The lover sits and ponders why,
should give the heart for True;

And when the sun looms high,
The morning dew be gone;
The lover bids the heart to sigh,
should two become as one;

The sun to set in yonder west,
as dusk the moon shall rise;
The lover seeks to find the best,
untainted heart,  to tell no lies;

The stars have scattered in the sky,
The moon has settled in;
The Lover waits and begins to cry,
for fear they will not win;

And soon the night be done,
and the morning crests again;
The Lover sees that special one,
And happiness sets in;

The sun will set and rise,
and the tides will ebb and flow;
And the Lovers be together wise,
Until there breath doeth go.

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To Make It To Tomorrow

To make it to tomorrow,
I must first get through today;
And with the hardships I must conquer,
Tomorrow seems so far away.

To make it to tomorrow,
I must first get out of bed;
Awaken from a night full of rest,
In hopes to clear my head.

I don myself my work clothes,
And greet the morning sun;
With persistence and resilience,
to see the work gets done.

To make it to tomorrow,
I fight the roaring crowd;
of cars and trucks and buses,
that race with engines loud.

The radio is playing, 
The wind blows through my hair;
And with a coffee and some music,
soon I will be there.

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Life Asail

The time elapsed, a month gone by,
And nothing yet to show;
The question now is not why,
But how far shall I go.

My fear is growing stronger,
And still I've found no course;
So I ask now, "How much longer"?,
My sorrow is remorse.

So desperate now I raise my eyes,
and call upon His Name;
To wash away my woeful cries,
and help to ease my pain.

For it is in this time of prayer,
That I gather strength at heart;
So my sadness best beware,
That soon it shall depart.

And now it's time to raise my sail,
And take my chosen course;
So that soon I shall prevail,
No sadness, no remorse.

And so I travel faster,
with my enemies behind;
I'm wary of disaster,
So cautious is my MIND.

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Fractured Soul

Eyes surrender to the amber of the morning light 
Beguiled and stagnate is the mind from the somber of the night 
And again begins the whispers of the voices from ago 
And to its torment colorless ignites the thoughts that flow 
Questions rise to surface though elusive as the wind does blow 
Blood stained hands equate the sign of death as all is lost 
It stands the hairs up on end as fear bears all the cost 
Lying motionless for days and weeks and even months on end 
Waiting in this silent pain in hopes to love again 
Watching velvet clouds race by across the azure sky 
Blank stare against the landscape and still no answer why 
And in all that’s been accomplished and in all the failures cost 
Full circle now the consequence is all that has been lost 
Approaching near the apex of the mountain of life's climb 
Bittersweet divided thoughts in a life that’s out of time
 There is no chance to love again, no chance to be reborn 
And no hope to gain the strength from that which has been worn 
Stagnate is the heart that cries empty like the hollow 
No chance to mend regrets and the transgressions that soon did follow 
Kinfolk rejection looms especially from the seed 
The fractured Soul begins to cry and the heart begins to bleed 
No tears left to cry from eyes that cannot cry 
For there's no one to embrace as now the heart does sigh
 One journey down and one to go as darkness fades the light 
And fear and sadness sets the tone as it’s time for final flight 
So throughout all this imperfectness the fractured Soul cries out 
No options left to make amends or to go a different route 
And so the time has come to silent tortured mind 
The heart no longer beating has been extinguished at its prime 
For hope has since expired and the grave be cold and deep 
For it is what it shall be from the life once sowed and now reaped.

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Remember Me Not

Remember me not in the stillness of my breath,
Remember me not in the sadness of my death;
Instead Remember me in the life we shared together, 
And Instead remember me in all that we have weathered;
Remember me not in the quiet of my presence, 
Remember me not in the stillness of my essence;
Instead remember me in the moments that we shared, 
And instead remember me and know I’ve always cared;
Remember me not in this lifeless mass of skin, 
And remember me not as frail and sickly thin;
Instead remember me as you see flowers in the spring,
And instead remember me when you hear my song and sing;
And remember me not in the hours of your grieving, 
And remember me not on the day you saw me leaving;
Instead remember me when you are feeling all alone,
And instead remember me and know I am happy that I'm home.

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The Length of Time

The Length of Time

Sometimes it takes the length of time to get us through our life,
And Sometimes it takes a length of time to see us through our strife;
Sometimes it takes the length of time to heal our troubled past,
And Sometimes it takes a length of time to prove that we can last;
Sometimes it takes the length of time to get outside our head,
And Sometimes it takes a length of time to face that which we dread;
Sometimes it takes a length of time to heal our hardened heart,
And Sometimes it takes the length of time to yield a brand new start;
Sometimes it takes the length of time to know what we have lost,
And Sometimes it takes a length of time to know at just what cost;
Sometimes it takes the length of time to wallow through the mire, 
And Sometimes it takes a length of time to reach what we desire;
Sometimes it takes the length of time to accept ourselves as whole, 
And Sometimes it takes a length of time to heal our shattered soul;
Sometimes it takes the length of time to grasp the reasons that we fell, 
And Sometimes it takes a length of time for us to sit and dwell;
Sometimes it takes the length of time to excise memories bad, 
And Sometimes it takes a length of time to heal our heart that’s sad;
So to understand the length of time is not for us to know, 
So we must cherish all the lengths of time for it is with it we'll grow.