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When We Die
Do you ever wonder What happens when we die? So many people think on this Instead of asking why Some think of a beautiful place Called the afterlife Where they soar in the sky Until the end of time Others think of a second life Back here in the world Chances to do…
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Dreams
I dream of dreams Where my imagination runs Enjoying the sunshine and having fun I envision a place Where truth can be My mind can be free And my points can be made I picture a land Where light and dark meet Where in the grey center Life is open and bare …
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Thirty
Thirty Three Decades A third of my life What have I accomplished In this limited time I have a family Full of love and life A path forward Through any future strife Behind me a path Of actions taken Guilt and shame For the embodiment of my sins Love given Friends lost…
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Old Father Time
Old Father Time That undefeated foe Yielding to no one Accomplished and bold Yearning for the past In his presence, a mistake His will is absolute Your memories, he will break But old Father Time Is a misunderstood one Looking back on time Is only one side of the play The past…
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The Shadow
The shadow A Grim reflection that stares Like looking into the pale waters Of a lake, calm and bare The shadow knows me He has seen it all He knows that which makes me rise Or that which causes my falls Pinpoint, strategic He bores into my being Pointing out all flaws All…
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Bored
When was the last time you were truly bored? Where nothing stopped you mind From being able to soar No screen to blankly stare No sounds to fill your mind Nothing but your thoughts For looking ahead and behind Looking ahead To days you have planned Days of rest and fun Or appointments…
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Enough
Am I Enough? This question, I ask a lot. It is motivation, and degradation Wrapped into a single plot Am I enough To my family and friends? Do I reach out enough Or do I sit idly on my hands? Am I enough When supporting my wife? Do I provide the things needed…
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The Grove
I have seen a dream For quite a few nights A dream I welcome For it offers a place of insight When I drift off Into the dream mentioned above I find myself in a clearing Surrounded by a misty grove For the first few nights Confusion set in The fog was thick…
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Trees
Sometimes, when I can I sit near the trees I sit there and listen To the gentle breeze The whistling sound Of needles of pine in the wind Relaxes my mind And leaves me with a grin The stillness of the moment Allows me a moment of rest I feel in these moments…
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The Quiet
Quiet The space between tasks It’s where I can breathe It’s where I can think It’s where the best version of me can be Quiet It’s where insecurity hides It’s where the questions to myself arise It’s where I feel choked It’s where my worst mirror is seen Quiet It’s liminal It’s where…
Poetry
As the name implies, This is the section for poetry that I have written
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