I openly criticize
wishing to scrutinize
only myself
only my wealth.
I value
validation
only respect
another’s opinion.
I wonder about
wander about
in my head
no civilization.
She spoke to me.
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Monthly Archives: September 2022
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How Do I Measure
Posted at 6:42 pm , on September 30, 2022
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In The Middle of The Night
Posted at 1:09 am , on September 30, 2022
Would I wake to see her eyes
in the middle of the night.
Would I wish to quiet her cries
in the middle of the night.
I do hold fast
to what might last.
I hear her voice
when I meditate.
She had no choice
her own to evaluate.
In the middle of the night
In the middle of the night
I wish her words once might
In the middle of the night.
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A Quiet Dream
Posted at 9:53 pm , on September 29, 2022
I wanted her heart,
that’s all not more.
I wanted a new start,
that’s what I’d wish for.
Her memory in mind,
like dreams we want
to hold sweet remind
such love we sought.
She is a kind soul,
such beauty in scope.
Made me feel whole,
let me know hope.
Oh her sweet release
offer me such peace.
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Story Inside
Posted at 6:12 pm , on September 28, 2022
Different atmosphere
would be story inside
if eyes could speak
would be a tear.
That internal divide
our mind is bleak
yet outside in the rain
we imagine a cool train
of thought of mind
we needn’t remind.
Our heart is alive
with a passion we strive
to know each other’s love
would be a heaven above.
If eyes could tell a tale
would be my insides fail.
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When Come The Tears
Posted at 10:42 am , on September 27, 2022
Let them flow
cutting corners
washing sands,
creating a resonate
pattern of love,
let the skies be blue
the ground have a soil
rich with passion
and desire.
For when the tears
do come streaming
inside my eyes
descending my cheeks,
it’ll be then
in that moment
thoughts of you
will bring peace
to my mind.
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Once in a While
Posted at 10:30 am , on September 27, 2022
Thoughts cross his mind,
time ticks sparing,
and the same
always the same,
yet there are those moments
hang on to the brief,
those are the moments
a breath,
a passing breeze
waking in the sunlight,
a smile on her face.
Those are the moments
we all wish might remain.
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In My Dreams
Posted at 9:08 pm , on September 25, 2022
It’s like you’re right there,
I can feel you,
I want to hug you,
I want to hold you,
all I want is you to understand.
Love is simple this way
when we stop and listen to
our heart and soul.
I miss your soul,
I hold your heart in my dreams.
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When I Spoke
Posted at 12:50 am , on September 25, 2022
I didn’t know how to say,
I love you always this way.
I waited for you, your eyes,
told me everything so wise.
I would hold you in my arms,
hold me with your charms.
If only I might speak your beauty,
loving you would be my duty.
Your eyes they were my heaven,
such with your love I was given.
Sweet sensuality would remain.
If only I could speak my mind.
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Watching The Sky
Posted at 10:34 am , on September 24, 2022
The morning held a gray shawl
shielding eyes
sunlight spilling
brief instance of a blue sky.
Lay inside whiling in covers
imagine morning
wandering soul
would want answers again.
Now a coffee, a mellow morn,
winsome airs
losing its shawl
soft, sun breaks in crystals.
Morning sunlight is a radiant
synapse to know life is blissful.
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Feeling Grief
Posted at 8:18 pm , on September 21, 2022
So this is grief they told me,
it holds no boundaries.
I stood by the lake only to see,
didn’t even feel the breeze.
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I wanted her to tell me why,
how I might figure out a way.
I wouldn’t plead or even cry,
I only wanted peace today.
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I stood by the lake to only be
I stood by the lake only to be
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I don’t understand grief anymore,
always thought it would go away.
With every step along the shore,
took a deep breath, a sort of way.
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I stood by the lake only to be.
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