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Archive for the 'Dedicated Poems' Category

To which I am thankful

Friday, November 23rd, 2007

To my friends, the family you help me build,
every single one that has heard my voice,
read my words, shared my hopes and dreams,
or even found themselves somehow sharing this road,
No matter how far, or how little our time is,
I need to tell you something,
I am not perfect, nor do I care to be.
As if […]

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Sometimes we smell the roses

Thursday, October 18th, 2007

A blissful arrangement, life collected as if purposely grown.
Perfect artistry, naturally ingenuous, dreamy petals soft as silk.
Distinguished charm, reminiscent scent of vibrant allure.
Color, bold and intoxicating, graceful as a rainbow.
Flowers reach not for the essence of living today,
but for the survival of hope, of lifelong destiny.
fated to grow strong with enduring faith,
as they stretch towards […]

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Lost Friends

Sunday, October 7th, 2007

I wrote a total of thirty pieces this weekend, mostly wandering around the river and talking to friends. It was a good weekend to sit back and relax, listen to the river and the drums, and to remember what life is all about. By saturday night I had nearly lost my voice, […]

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The Old Crow

Monday, July 2nd, 2007

Sitting above the backroom,
the gray sulfur of indiscretion
billowing beneath my perch.
Voices of sinful conversation,
reaching my ears,
playing amongst my thoughts.
Old crow, black and lost,
Watching through the rain,
wondering if anyone cared.
Peaceful and stubborn,
a life that didn’t have reason,
or even worthwhile consideration.
Old crow, discarded and soiled,
upon the wire that holds no weight
dark water raining from […]

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Autumn Memories-

Sunday, December 31st, 2006

Some things are meant to last, forever.
The day you learned to smile with a friend,
an autumn wind as it lifts your spirit.
Some things without reason
Are moments of change and subtle tide
inspiring thoughts that deny the seasons
Some things are perfect
to me they will always remain so beautifully so.
As I am not without memory, just what I […]

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The Dreaming Memory of Clouds

Monday, December 11th, 2006

Do not talk of love, not to me my dear heart.
I am not the one who lost itself, or tore down
everything I felt. Could not I choose to feel.
Do not dare, to illicit a response from me,
as I am trying to ignore you standing there,
waiting.
Do not care of me, you who stands in the rain.
Letting […]

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The Coloring Book

Wednesday, November 8th, 2006

Such peaceful thoughts are strangely whimsical,
knowing that life is not an empty white page
nor does it have boundaries that define everything.
Each line, dotted or whole, leads somewhere.
Touching as if they were spirited children on a playground
and forming something of anyone’s imagination.
Yet white would be the preferred starting color of any masterpiece
eagerly begging to have colour […]

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Magical Garden

Sunday, November 5th, 2006

One would remember this time of year, not as a time of brilliant imagery
but of lucid memory falling fragrantly into moments of sight
As my eyes would look upon the sun high above, as it touched heaven
and as my eyes looked upon a field of nature’s bloom
I would not be able to detail my vision, my […]

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Dreaming in the park

Thursday, November 2nd, 2006

There was a moment,
when I was younger.
A second that I remember
as if it was right now.
I was laying in a park
in a lush green field,
surrounded by daisies.
My eyes were closed,
yet I was so sure that I wasn’t alone.
Having been perfectly lost
in daylight dreaming.
I was pondering the feeling
of being me,
living my life as I needed to […]

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Do You Remember?

Saturday, October 21st, 2006

Last year when I was gone
It hurt, to hear the wind sing
the end of summer, the nights so long
To see a day of giving end so wrong
When you reach, to never again hold my hand
Yet I have yet to go, as my heart can’t stay
as my soul is lost in figment, in every way
Remember me, […]

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