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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.

 
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Posted by on September 20, 2012 in Animals/Nature, Poetry, Uncategorized

 

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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Posted by on September 14, 2012 in Love, Ofc. Brad Fox, Poetry, Uncategorized

 

The Day We'll Never Forget…..A Day They Call 9/11

The day we’ll never forget

A day two planes flew through the sky leaving a jet stream unforgettable

The day we all lost a friend, a child, a sister or brother

a father or mother sheds a tear never like any other

Miracles were born that day

all evil was in sight

with evil’s face showing itself and Christ’s arms hugging and embracing everyone there that day

face’s seen in the smoke and clouds that day

with angel’s standing by

Christ wrapping himself around the human race trying to keep all he reached safe

a grandparent lost her grandkids, by a life taken upon that site

emergency responders from all around the world coming in to respond and help all those who could be saved

Fire’s burned. screams were heard. building’s crumbled and fell

leaving massive rubble throughout the center of one New York town

leaving an open ground they call ground zero

Photo’s became history to remind us forevermore

three responders raised the flag in respect of all who died there that day

while others planted a giant cross upon that sight in remembrances of those souls scattered that day

while a nation learned how to work together and unite for the noticeable first time

Now eleven years later after all had been cleaned and remained

you still hear that story live upon the streets

you still feel the emotion of reliving that very september day

and that day now holds a name as it became a piece in national holiday history

a day they call 9/11

the day we’ll never forget

 
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Posted by on September 11, 2012 in Dreams, kids, Love, Poetry, Uncategorized

 

Spider Spinning A Web Of Design

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Spider spinning the web of design
How do you spin a web so sublime
How do you make you children listen so well and make them trusted to fly to the sky
With no words said they go on their own still so young and grow in time
Yet here with my own I still complain
They just don even know how to listen or mind me even up at seven years down the line.
You hatch them and already they’re gone and run
While mine act up and have to always be at my side instead
A web of wonder and a life of questions unanswered
I just don’t get how you do so well with such tiny things so young alone
Spider spinning a web of design
How do spin a web so sublime

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Posted by on August 28, 2012 in Animals/Nature, Poetry, Uncategorized

 

Where I Am Weak You Carry On And Stay Strong

Where I am weak you carry on and stay strong

My tollerance takes tolls as I try to continue to climb

Obsticles in my way blocking out my guiding light

I run at times

I run and hide

yet in it all get lost and tired out trying to find my way

Day by day I begin to break down and cry

still trying to grin and bare it still moving on

Life’s got a tight hold

a tight grip tearing into my vision and sight

my heart begining to bleed

my fingers begin to shake and tremble

I feel myself begining to go numb

I feel my stress tearing me down

Looking for life’s little high to help me reagin the strength to come back up high

Helping me to stand my ground

I turn my head and begin to again look around

With no words to be said

my feet still not sturdy on the rugged ground

I have more than once slipped and fell

this time i am having trouble being able to liift my head

My place has not been found or met

I’m at a hault with no help to get

no friend around to break my fall

as i suffer what energy i have within myself left

Where I am weak you carry on and stay strong

 
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Posted by on August 8, 2012 in Dreams, kids, Poetry, Short Stories, Uncategorized

 

Lost Dreams

When love hurts so bad that you can’t refrain from tears
Even when you have tried to say all the things could be said
Showed all the ways you’d try to speak
Gave you all I had to give and helped you out when you most needed me
In your eyes I was never good enough it always had to be someone better
As if we were strangers who met over a modem and letters typed
I don’t even know who you are half the time anymore
All our dreams seem at a glance now
The things you see meant for me Hurt me all over again
I see that I can no longer make you happy and that dreams were all they really were
I once held the sparkle of your eye
Now the sparkle doesn’t even twinkle anymore
Now it’s just heartbreaks, tears and word that spike like knives
You say that it is me
But it is your reality that you see not I
It is you babe
I dunno maybe it’s me sigh I don’t know anymore
They all have become broken lost dreams

 
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Posted by on July 30, 2012 in Love, Poetry, Short Stories, Uncategorized

 

Thin lines

Thin lines.