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ROY!!!!!!! ABRA!!!!!!!
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Thanks for reading, friends.
Alex, I think I am having days like John Lennon had when he wrote this song with all the radicals changes going on where I work. NOBODY TOLD ME John Lennon Everybody's talking and on one says a word Everybody's making love and no one really cares There's Nazis in the bathroom just below the stairs Always something happening and nothin going on There's always something cooking and nothing in the pot They're starving back in China, so finish what you got Nobody told me there'd be days like these Nobody told me there'd be days like these Nobody told me there'd be days like these Strange days indeed, strange days indeed Everybody's runnin and no one makes a move Well everybody's a winner and nothing left to lose There's a little yellow idol to the north of Katmandu Everybody's flying and no one leaves the ground Well everybody's crying and no one makes a sound There's a place for us in movies, you just gotta stay around Nobody told me there'd be days like these Nobody told me there'd be days like these Nobody told me there'd be days like these Strange days indeed, most peculiar mama Everybody's smoking and no one's getting high Everybody's flying and never touch the sky There's UFO's over in New York and I ain't too surprised Nobody told me there'd be days like these Nobody told me there'd be days like these Nobody told me there'd be days like these Strange days indeed, most peculiar mama |
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Your poems reminded me of that first year, friends and family both came
in celebration. It's seems like only yesterday, however it has been many more than that. Thank you both for the memories, memories are what show me it is all worth it. G |
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You are welcome.
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We Are The Kids Of Yesterday
We are the kids of yesterday. Its still us; Our hair is just gray. We don't walk nearly as much. Sometimes we are out of touch. We can still manage to smile. Some teeth missing for a while. We have learn how to adapt. But we don't take much crap. We have been kicked around. Some of even knocked down. We have all been in fights. For defending human rights. We are just children at heart. But we don't look the part. We are like old people now. Time got to us somehow. We are the kids of yesterday. But we like to laugh and play. We are different than other kids. But we like to stay in their midst. |
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Fear Of Flying
I wanted to be with you but was afraid to fly. But now I hear the birds sing as they go by. I sing in my gilded cage but it isn't the same. All that I can hear is the echoes of your name. I was meant to fly but my wings were clipped. I try to spread my wings but I can only trip. But someday all my feathers will grow again. I don't have to pace; I know you're there friend. Seeing you nested up in that big oak tree. Gives me a longing; Yet, I want to be free. I have gotten used the gilded cage, dear. But sometimes I envy you and shed a tear. It doesn't even matter when the door is open. The cage is my home; It comes from coping. I don't even see the bars; They've disappeared. I live in this small space; The way I was reared. I take flights of fancy; But not like before. I was meant to fly; But with an open door. You're freedom is much greater than mine. Somehow I feel like I was just left behind. |
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Po Chi
Master Po you have taught me to touch. The rice paper I thought was too much. Yet, you too are just a ripple in my mind. All this and I am amazed; You are blind. In visions I see the pebble in my hand. Still I feel you see further than I can. I was saddened when you said leave. For your death I can still perceive. Life was for me was the burning pot. For the twin dragons I have fought. The snow healed; Yet, dragons live. I embrace the world; I still try to give. Sometimes its like oak tree; Rough. Sometimes its like hickory; Tough. Sometimes its like bamboo; Smooth. But always its like the world; Truth. The fire of the dragons always burn. For knowledge I will always yearn. The fire is so deeply buried in me. The dragons have become family. |
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Here There Be Dragons
Here there be dragons. But there not all mine. I have a happy dragon. It is doing just fine. Beast so hard to tame. Always wanted its lead. It wanted own name. Not sure what it need. Beast always wanting more. Beast was a real challenge. Beast like to go and explore. With the Beast I manage. Sometimes Beast will roar. Blow fire out of its jaw. Smoke you can't ignore. Beast has its own law. Beast makes a fine pet. Guards the jewels well. Beast has temper, yet. I trust Beast won't tell. |
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Life In The Fishbowl
I woke up one dull day and found I was a pet. Just thinking about it gives me nightmares, yet. Somehow I was taken off guard; I suppose. Some kid said, "Hey, can I have one of those?" I had this big tank I was living in back then. It has been so long; I can't remember when. We heard rumors about this really big ocean. Didn't know where the gossip got the notion. He said he had heard it from this older fish. All I could think was must be nice; I wish. At the tank it was the same food everyday. Couldn't complain; Didn't know another way. I thought the gossip was a big dreamer. I know for certain he was a real schemer. Said the net had told him; How crazy. Too much time in the baggie; How lazy. I blow bubbles at the kid and swim around. He just stares at me; Only friend around. Cute kid; I am teaching him to blow bubbles. He probably wouldn't want to hear my troubles. |
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The Labyrinth Of Love
You are gone but not forgotten to me. Long ago I finally set your spirit free. I hadn't ever knew of a love so true. I couldn't accept that I really lost you. At first there was only the deep pain. Then there was the anger in my brain. Next, the aweful guilt that I was here. Came the memories and all those tears. Reflections of you in meeting others. Questions about our love I discovered. Things that I had no way of knowing. For still your love had a way of showing. When your ghost came I was afraid. But your comforting hand was laid. Then demons came to rob me of joy. Again, I was afraid like a small boy. My mind tries so hard to let it go. My heart still remembers though. You are stuck in a grove buried. Deep in my soul; I am worried. |
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Jealous For Your Love
Jealous for your love; Love that is mine. Jealous for your heart; The best part. Jealous for your soul; Soul that is fine. Jealous for your spirit; The best art. |
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Lost In Shadow
Lost in a shadow of Grey. Behind the clouds of day. Replaced by a friendly ghost. Dreams I miss the most. Deep in the recess of mind. In a grove; In another time. Ancient but so brand new. Runes captured by you. Scratched on cave walls. Before the darkness falls. Druids gathering in caves. The touch of the autoclave. Behold the great bonfire. Animal spirits transpire. Dancing around flames. Hidden without names. Just trying to understand The rise and fall of man. Distant futures and pasts. Still lingering; They last. |
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Mere Mortals
We were just mere human mortals. Though we found many portals. We tried to appease the gods. But all we had were divining rods. We met in our sacred groves. But they captured us in droves. We were no challenge for their anger. There was always a present danger. We tried our best to resist. But always they would persist. We tried placating their rage. We even offered homage. So we left writings on walls. Waited for darkness to fall. We gave it our best shot. Now our corpses just rot. Bards, ovates, druids and droids. Dealing with the righteous paranoid. Justified by their religious decree. We were rather just live free. |
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Sahib
Aye, my great Sahib. I am just a dweeb. A poor lowly servant. Help me to understand. The desert is most kind. A great friend of mine. Blessed with much sand. A most hallowed land. Great Allah shines so. Even when winds blow. Sand is so generous. Sometimes it is venomous. But the sand is always here. It is always willing to share. Great temples will arise. But still the sand survives. The sand is friendly to all. It listens to your loud call. The sand is never doomed. There is always plenty of room. |
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Before The Gods
Before the gods there was just me and you. We were so young and didn't have a clue. Like children playing we knew each other. No words were said but we grew to discover. That we had this bond and felt it so deep. Like a ghost it would haunt us in our sleep. We would ponder on it while on the playground. It would come to us during our dreams alone. But then the gods came and we could not atone. |
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Angel Of Vengence
Like an angel with an upraised sword. Paraded around our flaws like a bag. In our shame we took your award. We can't wait till you get off the rag. Wasn't enough to put our noses in it. Your reflected anger was like a mirror. You had to make sure all heard you vent. I hope at last you've released your terror. The demon seed that you planted deep. May it comfort you and make you proud. While your victims just try to get sleep. May is be kinder to you and not as loud. May the truth of your words help others. May we remember it lest we, too, forget. Some unfortunate soul or fallen brother. Who doesn't know you like little pets. For we were blind and lost our way. We hadn't been taught like you were. Such noble truth you gave us today. Roaring lion; Lambs to you are a blur. |
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Chocolate Covered Gods
I loved to go through the portals. Even though I was a mere mortal. We thought the caves were divine. My friends and I had a good time. Each path led us to a new beginning. I lost some in the paths never ending. Many doors and many keys to free. Some got lost enjoying the liberty. Thought a master key would be nice. But nobody would take my advice. The many gods were my friends. We all liked to play lets pretend. I would try to listen to the gods. Always carried my diving rod. It would help me when I got lost. It was free unlike the gods' cost. I spilt chocolate over my friends. I tried so hard to make my amends. But the gods were so full of fear. They ate all my friends; I disappeared. |
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Child Of A Lesser God
A child of a lesser God talks to me. He isn't discouraged with mediocrity. The thoughts he gives me are his. His voice makes me aware of this. He isn't afraid for I am his friend. Neither of us try to condescend. We are both accepted in views. We can share our hidden truths. I become aware of reminded past. Even though between us is contrast. I learn that my views are so close. I become more than equal I suppose. With less fear the love will grow. It takes a life of its own; I know. The sharing adds more to me. The give and take is peaceably. For I became a child of a lesser God. We can both relate and both nod. We can both enjoy the tranquility. We both gain a sense of serenity. |
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Awesome really enjoyed reading them all great work!
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Thank you. I love to write.
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