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lost in words but I'm surrounded by emotions,
I can introduce you to them all , each as an individual person.
these are my smiles with them also comes my tears.
paranoia never to far away ,he spends his leisure time in a pool
of tears alongside him you can also meet my fears.
confusion puts me to sleep at night and loneliness is always by my
side every morning when both me and the sun rise.
patience I never had to much of but I was told that they can make the
best of friends. they can open doors to new beginning's or close the door
to a mans final end.
clouds of rain followed by sunless days always leaves me with depression,
and then comes curiosity because I always find myself asking more then
one question.
what is my destiny? , ten years from now where will I be?
I introduce you to my emotions, they Narrorate my heart and my soul
like a puppet to his strings.
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running water will a day ever come when you can slow down and be at peace like the stillness of a lake?
running water for you I pray, you place your thoughts on the tales of shooting stars but in your moments of falling short grey clouds and rain will explain your pain.
pools once footprints , no other feet can splash in my puddles.
through earth and then over stone , two sides to a story but you can also find waterfalls inside of a concrete jungle.
on the surface looking into you all they can see is their own reflection.
running water the deeper I swim the more I am reminded of the flaws I see in my very own complexion.
no one can cry me a river when one body of water can easily drown a human heart.
maybe now I can see the reason in why you run, seeing no growth in familiar surroundings but what about those who journey far?
beyond my comfort zone ill run with you until the day we both evaporate into the wind.
someone with no legs but can run as free as he please.
someone I could see but could never show me the places they've been.
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something to hold whenever I visit its frame.
emotions snap-shot a moment that my physical world whenever, would ever?, could never change.
something's more vital to save then broken hearts when time are the hands that heals all wounds.
all I can show was all that I know ,working with the tools that life has chosen for me to use.
I hang a picture frame of each inspiring face on the walls of my thoughts .
"memories" the only glue I choose to use whenever putting back together the pieces of a broken heart.
I dance with a feeling of mother& son , a high school prom , a bridal arrangement with god as my witness ,uniting two hearts together to breathe as one.
my memories will never change faces ,moods ,or pretend to be something their not.
my memories .... an internal reminder when actions don't add up to the words some people forgot.
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born of flesh but guided by spirits.
the only pieces left of you ,that will be left of me
when I'm gone will be the seeds of our children.
I pray that she learn from the mistakes that
daddies been through.
to stay away from the snakes with a two-way-face
nothing personal but we all have some type of issues.
I Shed these tears of labor now so when my child grows
older ,it wont be Necessary .
once a week with one red rose to one tombstone inside of one cemetery.
a routine that she'll promise to keep was what she told me
at my coffin side along with a kiss to the cheek.
its unbearable to coupe with friends and family being decease
but in a life's portrait , the bigger picture is another man has
finally found peace.
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seems like all my life ,life has forced me to face demons with
hand shakes and smiles.
and there came a part of my life seeking answers through personnel
prayers because I was told that in his eyes , I would always be his child.
staring into the stars I would question , eyes full of tears feeling like
only one half of the day I can face my fears and count my blessings.
there was always a dark corner where nobody could see .
where the rest of the world over looks but for one man in this world
he would find peace.
lost in thoughts from all the wars that's fought and for some reason
I refuse to raise a white flag.
I refuse to sit and wait, I refuse to carry on in a life with the feeling
of being only one half of a man.
sincere voices that would speak of loving me to death but I doubt
those same voices could love me to life.
could a dog tell you the way it feels to think like a cat?
would a coward ever be able to express the way he felt the moment
he chose to stand up and fight?
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if these walls could talk would I feel embarrassment from the stories they could tell?
within me if these windows could truly see would they close their blinds for every time I was given a farewell?
if these floors could hold would I spend more time picking up tears from the corners where I hid?
I started to glance over every object in my room and begin to question "why" in the reasons we live.
every move made is priceless , there is no button to replay . I could never ask someone to put their feelings on pause.
observing how stones can skip over the face of a lake as nature whispers-
without reason ,how can you ever understand cause?
how can you understand what goes hand-in-hand if you never tried to hold on to something or someone you love?
nature said - give a man everything he needs and then wants and its still not enough.
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seems like all my life ,life has forced me to face demons with
hand shakes and smiles.
and there came a part of my life seeking answers through personnel
prayers because I was told that in his eyes , I would always be his child.
staring into the stars I would question , eyes full of tears feeling like
only one half of the day I can face my fears and count my blessings.
there was always a dark corner where nobody could see .
where the rest of the world over looks but for one man in this world
he would find peace.
lost in thoughts from all the wars that's fought and for some reason
I refuse to raise a white flag.
I refuse to sit and wait, I refuse to carry on in a life with the feeling
of being only one half of a man.
sincere voices that would speak of loving me to death but I doubt
those same voices could love me to life.
could a dog tell you the way it feels to think like a cat?
would a coward ever be able to express the way he felt the moment
he chose to stand up and fight?
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"for you"
for you I set myself free.
no conches in the way I speak ,how deep I breath, nor the truths in what I believe.
with you I have finally found peace.
and if that's possible when thoughts think of the impossible then ill take sight in the oddest of scenes ,like a red rose growing out of concrete.
"funny thing", to get lost in your words when that's all that you are.
in between four walls with pen and pad in hand but over my head is a unification of the sun, moon, and freckled face stars.
a soothing poem that framed my feelings for a moment when something needed to be said.
a discovery of who I am when I open you up and read you, putting together a puzzle drawn from my pen.
could be years away from you and still be visited through turning pages.
soothing poetry read by a complete stranger could be the blueprint of my growth and my changes...mb
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I tell it to you in confidence because I know
your lips would never kiss and tell.
more then nine lives lived as an underdog ,I
couldn't understand what eyes, mouth , and ears
could be trusted in this world?
look into some of them and see everything except
the existence of a soul.
actions that can speak with the same volume as words,
a touch that can go deeper then the fabric of our clothes.
listen to me when I say there is no love to be found in a
stranger when a reflection begins to look unfamiliar.
who can say that they'll never let you down and be trusted
besides the face on the other side of your mirror?
no one will when a "will" can go no further then exhaling
a breath of fresh air.
the destinations I sit for a moments rest will continue to change
so has life became a game of musical chairs?
sing me a sad song while I bop my head and tap my feet
to the rhythm.
could you believe the day you run out of words to sing
there will still be thousands of eyes, mouths, and ears still willing
to listen.
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if you've been around the block then you've been around the world.
I've found out that the only way I could relive my life was through the eyes
of my little girl.
the feeling of being loved for who you are without giving nothing in return,
innocence is a gift wrapped in perils ,for every mistake she made was a lesson that I learned .
for ever tear she cry's is a touch closer to life ,to embrace your feelings sometimes reminds me how amazing it is just to be alive...
when I see her cry .
when I close my eyes the life I see while looking out of her eyes.
every face I see tends to smile at me ,they show me off like a gift of honor
these biological guardians that they call a mother and father.
and I have both so I always hold one hand of each just to keep them close.
my super heroes. a mommy that can lift five times her body weight if she needs to get through to me.
and a daddy that said if he had the strength to move mountains ,he'd give me any and everything.
they hold me in their arms and pinch and kiss me on my cheeks.
my daddy said a life time can last as long as you want it to because when he's dead and gone he can always live through me.
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