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Our Paths Have Crossed

Our paths have crossed,
When we each had our own sets of rules,
You holding to yours, 
And me thinking I must see my thru,
You had played the game longer, 
And knew better than to lose,
I played the part, 
Of only the blinded fool.

Me, thinking I was smart and not knowing how to gain,
Let you beat me,
Oh such a clever game.

The days of our speaking,
And remaining as friends,
Ended as quickly as it all began.
But with you on your side,
And me on mine,
We knew our paths would cross again,
Somewhere in time.

Now older in years and after bearing the strain,
I'm prepare to do battle again,
But this time with equal gain.

Clever you are and this much I have learned,
Don' t walk on your toes,
Or somewhere I'll get burned.

We'll help each other in our business affairs,
And make it worth our time,
But take caution when you make that first move,
To walk on mine.

Plan your moves with care,
And I'll be doing the same,
Don't expect my friendship,
Or my trust,
For this much, you'll never regain.

Through others our paths will soon cross again,
But this time I won't be in search,
Of a partner, lover nor friend.

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See Monkey See

The new year has arrived
With a new format for the brain
Made promises to myself
Made with intentions to keep

All the ones of the past
Now gone with an old year
One now at rest
One I gave all my best

New patterns 
New people
New thoughts
New harbor
New begin 
New me

Now like the old saying
It's time to
"See Monkey See"

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Silent Warrior

Within me a silent warrior
Stands peacefully 
Amist a soul
One of fulfillment
One of peace and rejoy
One of now......

This silent warrior
Searches for no one
To lighten the path
It just lays the foundation 
For all good things to be....

This silent warrior by my side 
Will always be
Clearing the way
For each arriving day.....

My silent warrior will never 
Leave me
We've stood thur battles
We've conquered the falls....

I've met my silent warrior
When upon some trying times
I've seen......

When my silent warrior
Looked upon me
And I rested within His hand.......

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You Did Not Go Alone

Although you died one cold dreary night...
On a lonely road...
Not too far from your home....
You did not go alone.

Although your life..... And the way you believed....
Very few people understood....
But I for one knew you....So...
You did not make your last journey all alone.

The peace-maker you were, will forever hold it's memory ....
In my heart...to forgive thy fellow neighbor...
To you... this was our earthly part.

A part of me died with you..
As you left this earthly place...
But I know a smile awaited you...
As you parted those pearly gates.

Daddy...I will always love and miss you...
Though a delayed reaction I had to your death...
But...I guess it's God way of sheltering us....
Through things we cannot accept.

Now....I pray you rest in peace....
It's been two years that you have been gone...
Your family, friends, and loved ones....
One day will join you at  the right hand....
Of  our Creator's Throne.

        As I have said....A part of me.....
         Went with you....
         You did not leave all alone.
                       Your loving Daughter,

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Aunt Beryl, Your Last Journey

Now your struggles are ended,
Of body and mind.
May your battles be remembered, 
With our passing time.

For years you had suffered,
Pain capturing your will,
Destroying all promises,
Of the day you would be healed.

We' re shared precious moments,
And at time revealing our fears,
We talked of those days we'd,
Soon be over the hill.

I felt in your footsteps,
And saw you in mine,
Those times we discussed,
Your life with pain,
And I with mine.

I've thought of you often,
And even at times did shed a tear,
I had ask our Creator to look upon you,
As "special" and let your remaining days,
Be free of all your pains and fears.

You told me of some good times,
And even shared some of your blues,
I've seen the tracks of loneliness,
Thru a blinded tear or two.

We both knew our days were not forever,
And our stories would have to end.
I'll cherish those times we opened our hearts,
And in sharing our pains,
We both found a friend.

Your body and spirit are parted now,
Each going their own seperate way,
A journey I think you welcomed,
After so many darken days.

Friends, as well as loved ones,
Knew of your kindness within,
We now mourn for your departure,
For life's battle, you did not win.

Now your body free of pain at last,
Now peace will live with you forever,
In that bright glorious land.

Remember?  I told you of a tunnel?
Not to far away from here?
And that bright light was waiting...
And what peace you would find within.

Now you know I have been there,
For before you it all appears,
Just as I told you,
The bright light will dry your tears.

Now I know not of this other world you are in,
I only know of the journey,
Of which you have been.

When you reunited with our Maker,
I know your final home you found,
May God walk with you,
As you explore those Heavenly grounds.

Aunt Beryl I will miss you,
And think of you often....
YOU know I realized THEY were real,
And would some day separate your body from your soul.

Close your eyes and welcome your sweet rest,
For time is of no more.

Your loved ones all gathered,
With sorrow showing about,
Unbound tears fell as soft raindrops, seeming as tho,
They wanted to shout.

 The flowers beautifully laid about you all aglow,
Your beauty giving inspiration,
As if for them to grow.

With life gone from your body,
And the spirit from your soul,
I now feel your story must be told.

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Roses are red
Violets are blue
What if all things in life
Revolved around me and you?

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An Old Shack In the Woods

Without warning
Without reason
Sometimes my visions
Return to an old shack in the woods.

It's mysteries are unaltered 
And the unkept years 
Still number the same.

Some of the boards
Rest on ones before them
The earth is visible 
Beneath it's structure
The support pillows are
Still leaning to and fro.

I again find myself beneath 
A large opening
One made I believe 
For the air to flow within.
I stretch my legs
With all my force 
To again look inside.

But as all the many times before 
I see nothing
For there's nothing to be seen
Just the same old worn plank floor 
Staring up at me again.

I visit here often 
Not knowing where I am
For there is no one here 
And nothing to be seen
Expect this old shack and me.

How do I get here
How far do I have to journey
Should I be tired and weary
Or feel rested and chrisp.

I know not 
How far I've been 
I know not of how far 
I've looked within.

Tho many times I've been here
Earthly surrounding I see not
For my vision is limited
Limited to just this old shack and me.

Should I feel as tho I were home
There is no fear here
I feel not as a lost child
There is no loneliness
I'm in search for no one
And I'm here for only a short while.

But each time this illusion 
Brings into memory
All my visits of the past.

There is no difference 
There is no change
My legs again have became limber
From trying to see what's inside.

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Old Wise-Tales

Somedays I think back to my 
Grandmother, my mother,
My daddy and all the things 
I so many times heard them say.

I can recall them as tho I heard them
Again on yestersday.
They were always telling us children
Things to do to help us become
Matured adults.

They tried to keep us healthier
So we would live as long as we should
I remember so often
My grandmother saying
Keep heat in your body
And don't get chilled.
Put something around your neck
And something on your head.

I remember daddy warming our shoes
In frount of the big gas heater
As we got ready for school.

He knew our feet would get cold on the bus
For there wasn't heat to accommodate us back then
And the warmth would remain in our shoes
As least part of the way to the school.
 
Mother would always correct us
For she was that kind
Daddy would tell her 
Keep those girls in line.

We had meals together
That was the house rule
You ate at the table
Like your were suppose to do.

You didn't back talk
And carry a rude nature
Or you had a sore spot
Right where mother placed it.

Oh if only I could go back then
And just enjoy the whole thing 
All over again.

Tho tempting it would be
I wouldn't want to stay there 
For I have to tell these wise-tales
To my son's children.
They will have to know them
So they can tell them 
To their children's children.

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Today My Car Died

I guess it was time to put it to rest
Tho still a beauty it is
For it was one of the best.

A Lincoln Town Car 
Many may not know
Will go forever
As their legend is told.

It traveled many miles
Many more than probably it should
Matter of fact 496000
Almost half a million 
To be exact.

But it is at rest now
For it finally laid down
It left me just alittle ways 
Out of our home town.

With this many miles 
It had a right to be tired
Sometimes I too feel 
Like my Lincoln 
And want to retire.

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Love Beyond Reach

Once it's magic has touched your body,
Once the unspokeable desire fulfills the mind,
Once time becomes of only space,
Oh yes, once love becomes life and life becomes love.
Nothing of meaning is measurable,
And measureability has no meaning,
Yes, love then you have known,
And beyond doubt love has known you.
What then doth life, time and meaning become?
A thing of now, or a passing of time?