Tag: Happiness
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Wasted
I was once less goodWhen my vision was clearI did less listeningWhen I could perfectly hear…Selfishness was abundantLike years when you are five-But it’s when I changed,Emptiness would thrive…I keep taking stepsOn this wiser road-And while I’ve learned muchThe heavier is the load.I can’t help but wonderWhy I continue to stay,When the path is so…
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Missed
It’s not secondsMinutes or hoursWe miss But the dreamsWonders and innocenceAmiss
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I Won!!!
I escaped!I am doneIn the name of freedom!I have won!! I skipped the tableAt least for nowMy apologies to the pigAnd family cow. . . Now onto ChristmasOr the silly season for short!You lost in what mattersAnd my run is the retort!! You have notIn that which you win..It’s not in retailBut love in its…
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The Matter
I woke upTo A purpose missingNo sign availableOr even whistling And when askedWhat it would takeIt was an answerI couldn’t make For misery is companyAnd therefore I keepIt’s only the matterThat makes me weep.
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Stop talking
When they are not listening
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Friday
You are the thingEverything?No!An accomplishment!!So fast-Fleeting –But loved !!And I’m grateful…Thank you!
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To Life!
For all the darkness,There is light!And so I turn…Away from the darkness-That serves no purposeThen to steal my life.
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Exist
Seconds and minutesAre never missedIt’s the hoursThat make the list… And sure there are daysAnd months tooThe longer the lengthThey matter to you… But when it’s overThe minutes are missedAnd then the secondsWhen we cease to exist.
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Dear Sam. . .
Dear Samantha, I love youYou are amazingAnd I’m sorryYou felt crazy, andI was blindAnd now you are so farAgainst this or who you are… Dear Sam,This does not erase the truthWho we areOr being there for you…But stillYou are better than thisAll these liesAnd drug’s abyss. . . Dear SamanthaI pray for your healthClear eyesBeyond…
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Awaken
Oh, our melancholy waysSpring our cares to action… Let courage free our prisonsNot only of cement and bars… We must observe the delight of freedomWith strength found in our tasks- For to reflect on the futureOne must see with the soul in the mirror… And we will find daily strife has solutionsJust as nature awakens…
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Blur
It’s a tiny breakOf life itselfNo longer about the neededOr who I could help Just some minutesOf muted brainReleased of stressOr what was to gain It was a blessingAnd also a curseFor which sobrietyWould always blur.
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Day of the Dead
Watching your stupidity- That the living lasts
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Isolation and Peace
You wishWhat I am PerfectionTo K-Mart’s planI restIn perfectionSomehow different In your reflection Pay attention To my peaceIt is the answer To all you cease.
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OLD
So there is this spaceBetween old and OLD… You see it by feeling lessWhile caring more-You lose a lot. . .But you learn not to ignore… Time and its limits-Love without return-God without religionLife with burns. . . There is this spaceWe are never toldBut it’s just the roomFor getting old.
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Life’s Lesson
I came to an endBefore this life’s beginning… Forced to rationalizeOne life to the next…. And I was frustratedNot because they did everything rightOr I did everything wrong… But because lifeHas little to do with fairOr right and wrong…. And everything to do withBeyond the here and now… Which is why I’m hereAnd they are…
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Protesteth I Must
The news reports it I avoid it.
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One more Day!
The fastest way to waste a day…
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Last Night
Four eyesTwo nosesEquals a job done right…Until morning,And the headache,Laminates the mistakes…From last night.
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Tired
I am so tired of feeling hated.I am tired of my emotions being traded. I’m so tired of bending and learning while others remain deaf and dumb.I am tired of loving only for every inch of you to be numb. I am tired of a life with all of this waste.I am tired of everything…
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The Line
To mournBefore a death-Is met with forgivenessAnd a debt… For no sorrowCould be planned-Like betrayingWith Hatred’s hand… And still it wasA sight before-Like the RavenThis was never-more. My heart hurtsBut my eyes are dry-Because of storiesBuilt by lies. While this loveWill forever live-I have nothing elseTo you to give. You’ve made a choiceAnd in kind…
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Free
I would like to believeAnd so I do-In what moves lifeAlong with us too…Little things remindOf why we are here-How to work togetherOr live without fear.Yes the televisionAnd media change time-So few see the consequenceAnd what’s on the line.Beliefs are fadingIn the rapture of noise-Bowing to pressureOr someone else’s voice.And I prayThat you again believe-For…
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The Mind
The pullEvery nerveMinute and hour-I drown in noiseAbsent silenceWith days and sounds…The collapseJust a bodyAnd design…Once keptNow soughtThe mind.
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Your Nothing
This is where you goTo give upNo matter the criesOr screamsYou go anywayTo nothingAnd behindIs timeAnd everythingEngulfed in your suffering
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One Last Time
Begging for secondsOf minutes lostWithout a memoryBut balanced cost-And in the battleLose the warTo remember hopeOr what was before-11:11Has always beenWhen I say helloAnd feel again-Just that momentWhere peace is mineWhere I can sigh reliefOne last time.
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Normalcy
It’s not real But desired.
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Song Bird
To the song bird who singsNot for perfection or mutterings…Spreading love and so much moreLife, if noticed, is adored-A Presence so pure in devotionLeft for my heart and ear consumption…Thank you for teaching beyond your wingsThe appreciation for simpler things-For without reminders during strifeMore of us would lose in life…So I look as you lead…
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Tomorrow
Freedom, America takes for grantedSo clear now that it’s yesterday-Never before so fragileReality creating dismay. And you are nothingWhen life makes you a chore-And what is called compassionIs an attempt to control open doors. So control it backBy the power within you…For no virus can attackA heart filled and true… And it will be tomorrowOnce…
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All or Once
The path taken year after year Changes as it should- Lest steps seem only foreign Forgotten is something good… Sow a lavender bush perhaps Bring calm back in place- Until serenity falls in grievance Drained by ache and waste… Deaf ears lead blind eyes Bounded by an induced agony- Losing all or once A consequence…
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Again
Blood boils so quick anymore…. Always a joke- Can nothing be serious? Or even answered? Taking care is for granted- Maybe that’s why I stopped for so long? Clearly not long enough- Like time ever would be…. Pain is numbing Until it hurts- Or you stop. Does it stop? Or do you just go- I…
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I am Rich!
Today I turned 41! Crazy! I still don’t feel 40 – so it’s hard to believe I am a year older than that. As I look at my life now I see many struggles. BUT – I also see I am rich. I am rich because I have had 4 children and have never known…
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