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Logan Holliday Poem
We all have one person we call "Hero"
My hero is brave, beaten and battered by war
My hero is weathered, abused by the elements
My hero is a farmer, hard working and dedicated
My hero is strong, his muscles used to plow the ground
My hero is a craftsman, hands splintered with wood and covered in grease
My hero is gentle, hands rough but his touch soft
My hero is kind, giving life to all, even the snakes and pests
My hero is gray, his hair peppered with wisdom
My hero is scented of strong coffee, mint, and cigarettes
My hero is a musician, fingers calloused from years of plucking
My hero is unlike any other unconditional love for anyone
My hero is tired
My hero is weak
My hero is sick
God, please... Don't take my hero from me
Copyright © Logan Holliday | Year Posted 2015
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She tightens her saddle one last time
She's ready to go, ready to ride
Her palomino mare snorts and paws roaring to run
The buzzer sounds, now its on
Down the middle veering right
She makes the turn, the crowd ignites
On to the second whippin' her hard
The barrel tips but doesn't go far
One more to go, she's clenching her teeth
'Round she goes she can't be beat!
On the home stretch, kickin' up dust
Through the gate she goes
She's the number one
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In a blur of drugs, sex, and alcohol
I found you
Accidently really...
I, with no intentions but lust became engrossed in what they call love
With a heart of an angel
And the hand of the devil you drew me into you
Each passing day a memory to keep
I long for the day they call forever
With you, children, and growing old
Never once did I think that my lust would become our love
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Most things do not last
Pain, happiness, sadness, love...
Memories don't fade
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While stars are in hiding and only the moon shines brightly
The lone wolf howls in the distance
Beckoning his lover back to him
The rains weep for the Wolf, him not able to weep for himself, is gratified by cold plunging through the mud and thickets soiling his precious coat
he bays out once more
Without any avail the lone wolf finds shelter in a cave, yet another dark, gloomy dwelling for him to suffer
With his physical hunger gone he forgets to hunt, however the emotional craving for her warm blood drives him on for the moment
By the break of day the wolf sleepless and starving finds himself unable to carry on however the abundance of mates there may be he longs for none but his late
As the golden rays of morning reach his grayed, tired muzzle he reaches his finale peace a deep sleep from which he will not wake, but will forever dream of his love
Copyright © Logan Holliday | Year Posted 2016
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The war starts young, unequally dividing me
There are always casualties in war, I pray I'm not next
A force pushes me here, pulls me there-
Am I alive?
I must be, the war is still raging on
Lightening flashes and I feel the cold of darkness enclose around me
The devil screams obscenities at me begging me to join his side
I keep my head bowed low, hiding my innocent eyes from corruption
The lies continue until I am deaf
The words don't matter any more
Only what I choose to see is what I believe
The guns fire on and I'm alone, abandoned
They forgot me...
As I lay ready to die I raise my head
and allow my eyes to take in all they can
I die proud, alone, and corrupt
There are always casualties in war
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Carcinogens make me feel stronger
The burn of liquor makes me feel cool
There are demons in my head trying to make me break the rules
I know that knives are bad
I know this all sounds cruel
But they tell me it's okay for blood to drip into a pool
The shrink told me the pills would make the voices go away
But what I found, and much to his dismay
The demons made me through the pills away
I know that people love me
Even if they don't say
But I can't help but wonder if I should take me life away
There are demons still inside me
Wanting me to break
But they don't know I still have a smile to fake
Until I find one real
Real enough to keep
These horrors I throw down, down below my feet
All the way to Hell
Back to where they came
The devil hasn't won this one
My King; he still reigns
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When the SON calls your name are you ready for GLORY?
Is your life full of SIN?
Constantly in worry?
You needn't fret-
His BLOOD washed us clean
He is the way the TRUTH and the life
We live by him and not by SIGHT
ALPHA OMEGA beginning and end
He died for us, DIED for our SINS
How could we repay such a gracious gift?
Lift him up, along with your hands
Worship our GOD!
Our KING here to SAVE!
Get down on your knees,
kneel and then PRAY
Always remember, live life GOD'S way
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Not being able to touch him is pure punishment
I yearn to kiss him
To feel his arms around my waist
All day long I have been anxious awaiting his arrival
Constantly fidgeting, never still
I feel as if I'm coming down from a high
Whenever he's not around
He is a drug to whom I have become addicted
It pains me to be without him
Only his kiss, his touch, his voice
Can give me the high I crave
I know I will have to wait again
Before my needs are satisfied
But I have confidence these waiting days
Will be short
In comparison to our Forever
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You were my King and upon a throne you sat
Spiked whip in your hand ready for lashing at only my thoughts
Like a King I treated you
Like a Slave I was treated
You found pleasure in my pain
Worry you not;
I find strength in my lashing and beatings
Then one day, one strike too far
I ripped the shackles from my feet and free I was
Free of your demands
Your whip still lashes out for me
Just breathes from touching my skin
Still on a thrown you sit, alone
I dance circles around your misery in my freedom
Now tell me, why do I crave your lashing whip again?
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