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Aside
Your so fast to speak and spread words
Your even quicker to judge
you always observe all within everyone else’s life
while you pick out all perfection in your own
Should you find all the weak links of me combined in you
then maybe we may sit down and speak
you think all your gossip fills the air with the true words
when really you live outside the true picture within and you spread your words of lies.
in my eyes your just not worth the life, the time, or the words said
your not even worth being a friend.
what friends walks away and deny’s
Try to find the strength within me and not just that in you
then maybe you may find the weak links you see in me within you as well
you always find time to search what seems so word filled for you to create lies
Although you never search so deep to find in me my strengths
only what fills your tongue of all that forms your lies
with the weak links within me
So when you’ve found my weakest links in me in you
please come back again and then let me know.
The Weakest Links In Me In You
What Could It Be
They say ask for what you need, talk out what is on your mind and bothering you from deep inside. Yet when you move your lips to speak what is on your heart,soul and mind speaking from Sep within. They say you’ve gone mad and it’s all a figment of your mind. That your head is playing with you from within. You know the truth however knowing that they all are wrong. You know what you have seen, you know what you have heard. Not fantasy of your mind at all. You know it all was real and exists. But what exists? What is it haunting this side of me? What could it be? What is inside with me? Why do they not believe me and only think crazy of me? Why am I just different within their eyes? How is it that I am any different just because I seen something they haven’t? Why am I the crazy one. Why am I lame? I did not create this life, I am not to blame, so don’t put me to shame. I didn’t make this worldly design. I ask again what could it be? I tell you honestly… it’s not me as you may believe.
Everything
We were everything
We used to speak over each other
We used to finish each others sentences
We’d spend all of our time together
Our lives and spirits almost always intertwined
Always waking when we knew the other was not there or gone from the bed side
Now its as we don’t even speak
We don’t even see eye to eye
We don’t lye in bed anymore like before
We are just like two ships passing in the night seas
It’s as if our love or our spirits have died and we both only cry inside
This is not the life we have seen
Yet he is the life for me
He is still my everything
We were everything
I believe we still could be if we could both only see where our differences lye and where we could fix our prides.
The Feeling I Have Within This Hospital Bed
Lying head up in this hospital bed. Pain piercing within the front and mid back of my head.
Doctors in white coats telling me to do one thing, while shrubs get mad and tell me NO! With no voice to scream for help annd no hospital bell to ring them in. My head pain begins again. My chest burns in all the stress while I still lye awaiting the more ordered tests. Xray of chest and monitors holding me down. Nowhere to go still lying in the room of the unknowns. My head feeling like it will soon explode and my neck and chest throbbing as if screaming throughout town for anyone to hear of whom may be near. Eyes feeling like they are falling out of my head. Fuzzy and spinning, being surprised that I am not yet dead. That is the feeling I have within my head. The feeling I have within this hospital bed.
Depression Was The Diagnosis They Gave
I sit behind these walls not of fame, but instead of all my very own deepest pains.
Watching my life fade away into the shadows and shades. Evil reaching out and jutting it up in one quick snatch as if to laugh and say who got the last one now?
Being put in cuffs from head to toe and taken by escort right out the door to sit for hours in one room with a stranger not knowing what the next many hours will behold behind the next door.
As if in a war yet not even so you live tied and knotted within your very own life
Not even seeming real but like a fading dream
Depression is the diagnosis they give in the end. With suicidal precautions and questions in the air. Did she or not is what I heard said. As the women next to me continues drawing blood.
Don’t know if you’ll stay the night or go home or even what the future may hold, but eventually it will show answers that seem not there now. Your not in it alone! There are many just like yours whom you don’t even know. Hold onto your dreams, open new doors and don’t look down it will soon be looking up and stay straight….don’t give up friend. All will turn out in the very end.
Weather The Storm
A beautiful life
nothing hidden within
Nothing hiding inside
everything exposed and changed
all life open and expanding in growth
nothing holding back beginning on working it all out
Ready to fight our way ahead and makeover this on coming storm
your not gonna blow me down
your not gonna hold me back
I’m gonna fight and win
I’m gonna pull thru and survive
this fight will not be my living will or my very dieing day
I will not let you take all I have
I will fight to continue to live in the end
I will remain who i am and not be changed
I shall stand my ground as I was found
I will weather and hold out this rising raging storm
It’s a beautiful life
It’s a beautiful life
I shall not drowned in it’s rain
I shall not break down from any of it’s large size hails
I shall fight to live and remain and stay strong
I AM living to win
Blue Moon
Blue moon rise
A beautiful evening surprise
An orange sun rise
After wet days of the rainy skies
White clouds passing us by
Ringing in a beautiful brite brand new day
Greys of many colors
all dried and washed away
Blue moon in the night
I’ll be waiting for you once again
when day is done
when you shall come again
millions of nights again.
Your Legacy Will Live On…..In Memory of Officer Brad Fox
recognition of a friend after their life has passed by in the end
two starngers left in life traveled by two opposite ways with twi different lives
one knowing you’ve known him before. ..
the other not even a chance to say goodbye
two different people
two different lives
Taken suddenly by traggic death
not even a chance to cry
murder by the hand of death and
stupidity in the skies.
Feeling of disbelief as he once was a true friend and never once had bad written within his eyes
legacy living on forever with
everyone he knew
does not compare to a kind good man he created from a child to this wonderful caring young man he was
Never a thouht of himself first
yet always willing to be that helpinv man, hero and friend to be there for the other one in need.
A family man
Strong willed friend
a man who could not be saved
another angel who gained his wings and flew away too soon
Rest in peace my friend
forgot you will not become
i promise you today on your birthday that your legacy will continue on and we all will be faithful until our end as you always been with us as well.
Your legacy will live on and forgotten you will not become
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