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Kristie Wozab Poem
So few know
The mile posts past.
Happiness
Laughter
Shadows cast
The roads
Together tread upon
Times apart
Far too long
Understanding and love
Through the straights and bends
Precious few
Are my friends
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The deed has been done.
Our new life has begun.
Single life won't be missed.
I'm filled with wedded bliss.
A wondrous new beginning.
Inside my heart is singing.
I'm never looking back.
You've made my soul relax.
Each new day we grow together.
Everyday has sunny weather.
I've never known love as pure as this.
I feel drunk and full of wedded bliss.
With you, I have no reason to doubt.
You make me whole, inside and out.
Facing the future, together we stand.
Walking life's roads, hand in hand.
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If no one has a doubt,
nobody has to prove it.
If no one finds it,
nobody will lose it.
If no one knows where you are,
nobody comes around.
If no one shows up,
nobody is let down .
If no one makes you feel bad,
Nobody makes you feel better.
If no one knows the address,
nobody sends a letter.
If no one knows the way,
nobody can go.
If no one finds out,
nobody will know.
If no one is there to receive,
Nobody will send .
If no one will start,
nobody can end.
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I'm in a constant race against Father time.
You can bet I'll be last crossing the finish line.
If I must tell someone a time and date,
I'll make it there, but I'll be late.
At home the clocks are running fast.
But when I arrive, I'm always last.
The harder I try, the later it gets.
Be it early sunrise or late at sunset.
My friends are always laughing, they think it's a joke.
I don't think it's very funny that I'm a chronic slowpoke.
If I start getting ready three hours prior.
I'll forget something, like putting my clothes in the dryer.
So, while you wait, there's no need to worry.
If I'm going to be late, I'll let you know early.
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Tweekers make meth by the light of the moon.
They're spun and unaware that the end is coming soon.
Outside there's a swat team lurking in the shade.
They've gathered information from informants that they've paid.
Now they have the evidence and a warrant to invade.
It's a raid, it's a raid, and it's time to be afraid!
The powerful ram crashes through the door.
Ten gunned men shout, "GET DOWN ON THE FLOOR!"
They're startled into jumping,
but the swat team caught them dumping.
You can hear the children crying.
In the corner meth is drying.
Everyone is cuffed and up against the wall.
Two children stand and watch their parents take the fall.
The cops take each one and leads them down the hall.
Each wonders why they ever started doing meth at all.
A once happy family has now lost their home.
The beds the children sleep in feel cold, not like their own.
They knew it would happen, both had a feeling in their gut.
Freedom lost is the cost, the bars slam shut.
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When at first we met, I was drawn to
your high self-esteem.
So many goals, you were aiming high
and you dared to dream.
Thanks to me, you've been awakened
to your present state.
Your weakened mind is unable to depict any emotion,
be it love or hate.
I began mocking you, the frustration was so unbearable
you broke down and became depressed
Now, you couldn't even last a week without me
your mind in a state of utter distress.
Can you even look back to when you were a portrayer
of clean living and good health?
You used to think up such nonsense
you were just deluding yourself.
Sometimes I think maybe I've gone too far
when I watch you
during my little episodes
of self-denial.
I'm just growing bored as I watch you
sitting there calmly rocking,
with your blank stare
and ungleaming smile.
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All the while we sit wishing,
that we could go fishing,
but here come the gusting winds,
this endless odd weather,
let's pray it gets better,
so we can go snag some fins!
All the while we just sit,
we should be rippin' some lip,
sick of the thunder and rain,
we should be in a boat,
upon the river afloat,
to keep us from going insane.
As the sun fills the skies,
it stifles our sighs,
we get our poles ready to cast,
the rain has now stopped,
we head away from the dock
leaving our worries in the past.
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My love expressed
Sadness deeply felt
Hints of certain madness
Some lines make you melt
An explosion from my heart
The words break free
If only for a moment
Through my eyes, you'll see
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Once you’re caught up in “the system”,
make no bets you'll get out.
The fight “against the law”,
is no easy bout.
The countless mistakes,
made by so many lives.
Our “system” ensures a memory
of every one will survive.
It will be “you against them”,
in a constant strife.
You'll be answering to “them”,
For the rest of your life.
Worldly life is evolving,
unwittingly hard and fast.
You’re forced to keep up.
They dwell on your past.
The unrighteous use of probation,
Should warrant non-compliance.
Wanting a future that's your own,
is labeled flagrant defiance.
They won't stop until society views you,
as an apple gone rotten.
And that part of the past you try to forget,
will never be forgotten.
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Bottled beer,
couch for a bed.
Neon signs,
blinking in red.
My heart is heavy,
with shadows cast.
My head hangs low,
with thoughts of the past.
The sun does shine,
warming the heart of another.
Dreaming of the image,
of a long, lost lover.
Time and times,
have taken their toll.
Overwhelming feelings,
of sadness and woe.
My head rings loud,
with thoughts of madness.
But in my heart,
there's only sadness.
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