randyskwerl
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- Aug 22, 2006
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Just a few, all the rest are back in the states. I would love some feedback since I have never really posted any ofmy poems before.
A step in time has shown
A path I should have flown
A way that I disown
The one that could’ve been
If only time could stay
If lonely killed dismay
If silence could repay
The one that should’ve been
next...
In times of need, a man will greed
For a lessened pain of heart
But true the phrase, the end of days
Brings a hastened pain to cart
So in the end, to have a friend
Is a blessed rain of bliss
It is to laugh, it is to love
For that I would dearly miss
next...
Me? have you looked at me?
Why? do you have a good face?
I did, it turned away from me.
You turned away from it.
But me followed me were ever I went.
How do I lose me forever?
You are stuck with me forever.
But I don’t like me sometimes.
Me doesn’t always like me either.
But me needs me to be me.
Me needs you to be you always.
Me? have you forgiven me?
Why? did you forsake me?
I did not want you to see me like me.
But you are how I am.
Me? I am sorry you are how I am.
Well then change me.
But it is hard to change me.
Better to be me than you.
Me I think we have some work to do.
Me is a messy place to be.
But to be me is how I am,
And how we will be is better than where we are.
next...
I am not hard to hold
Hold me with hands of gold
Gold is your love and warmth
Warmth in a smile to give
Give me a chance at life
Life in your eyes so sweet
Sweet is the feel of your hand
Hand in my hand I cling
Cling to me hold on
Hold on I am not hard to grasp
Grasp at dreams and hopes of now
Now I can breathe you in
In time I see your will
Will I see the way to run
Run towards the dream
Dream of a better day than this
This is the way to love
Love the way we should
Should we love they way we did
Did we love the truth of it all
All will fall in place soon
next...
Under the stars of many a plan can form
A spot of light can drift course
A light poor soul, alight poor sole
Get this train on track
Trace the course to him
Lace the curse from him
Under the stairs of many, many of stares
Why must he trudge through the sludge to reach the grass so green
A step in time has shown
A path I should have flown
A way that I disown
The one that could’ve been
If only time could stay
If lonely killed dismay
If silence could repay
The one that should’ve been
next...
In times of need, a man will greed
For a lessened pain of heart
But true the phrase, the end of days
Brings a hastened pain to cart
So in the end, to have a friend
Is a blessed rain of bliss
It is to laugh, it is to love
For that I would dearly miss
next...
Me? have you looked at me?
Why? do you have a good face?
I did, it turned away from me.
You turned away from it.
But me followed me were ever I went.
How do I lose me forever?
You are stuck with me forever.
But I don’t like me sometimes.
Me doesn’t always like me either.
But me needs me to be me.
Me needs you to be you always.
Me? have you forgiven me?
Why? did you forsake me?
I did not want you to see me like me.
But you are how I am.
Me? I am sorry you are how I am.
Well then change me.
But it is hard to change me.
Better to be me than you.
Me I think we have some work to do.
Me is a messy place to be.
But to be me is how I am,
And how we will be is better than where we are.
next...
I am not hard to hold
Hold me with hands of gold
Gold is your love and warmth
Warmth in a smile to give
Give me a chance at life
Life in your eyes so sweet
Sweet is the feel of your hand
Hand in my hand I cling
Cling to me hold on
Hold on I am not hard to grasp
Grasp at dreams and hopes of now
Now I can breathe you in
In time I see your will
Will I see the way to run
Run towards the dream
Dream of a better day than this
This is the way to love
Love the way we should
Should we love they way we did
Did we love the truth of it all
All will fall in place soon
next...
Under the stars of many a plan can form
A spot of light can drift course
A light poor soul, alight poor sole
Get this train on track
Trace the course to him
Lace the curse from him
Under the stairs of many, many of stares
Why must he trudge through the sludge to reach the grass so green