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I Will Be There

I will be there when you awaken Words thus I have spoken Ne'er to be alone again In the cruel world Weren we once born Our lives began Life's hard journey One unkind to each and all With broken bones Untidy clothes Coins few in our pockets It is of little matter to me... Such things Are only for greedy men It is of such greater matter The memories we have kept Spoken softly Whispered as you…

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Why

An old poem I wrote before my official anthology. I made some editorial edits and am reposting. Why? Do I ask Answers to questions I already know? My fears lie unspoken Reaching into the cold dark air My lies live Broken Unspoken Why then? Do I ask Always, the answers I already know? It is what the word has given me As it also took it away Slowly, Quietly Sadly again I have arose

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The Coins That Do Rattle

This is an old poem that I had to make a copy of b/c of formatting issues. I will try and delete the duplicate.

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The Coins That Do Rattle

Greed is a bottomless pit which exhausts the person in an endless effort to satisfy the need without ever reaching satisfaction.  ~Erich Fromm. Founded away, I hear the coins as they rattle Once loud, once faint, To Whom do they matter? The moment I trusted, The time now; I can hardly see. For the questioner, I am.. Least it be me Forever.. coins above.. I hear their constant rattle Knowing…

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Slave

I am a slave One with many masters To whom I wish Only the horrors I have suffered No names are quaint Or quite as often As the whip of the tongue When it means to bother I am a slave Born not to crave The illusions that you offered How brilliant a disguise You brought me my brother I am a slave But to your surprise Not to you.. I am my own And chose not to offer And for that I take with…

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Remember Me

Remember Me When I was whole Remember me When I was not alone Remember.. I am human I Come from flaws of flesh Upon these broken words This to you My last request I lived once Many years ago I remember it But it now Seems only a show A show that came and went As soon as the nights did spent Remember I tried,.. But now I no longer lie I sleep once more and ask.. "Will I be Remembered.. Even…

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Room

In my Room long ago I sat so merry in my abode Loving hands around me I dreamt of such glorious days One day i would see I remember the day I left My room I closed the door behind me One quick look again Then walked away The room which would always remind me The glorious days I had dreamt I did merrily spent How little did I then know Life turns on a dime My room is now not as it was When I…

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In These Times

In these times Should you take the time to consider The days you arose The nights long disposed How often would you remember One day you made a difference? Many will tell Great stories of their deep well Wealth, Pride Maybe even a sinner But in these times We live but don't realize Our steps on earth We should count them.. But we don't Instead we rejoice in what we don't know The stories of…

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I Am Alive

Each day I awake My eyes weary My bones that ache I am alive I realize Often to my surprise I close my just open eyes And ask under my breath The draught life has given me May it be a test? No There is no test No gods to pray to anymore I rise not to prosper I rise for there is no other offer You see I am not like others Torn from a branch cut too soon Each day I awake The moon swept…

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They

They said what they want To me it's just a taunt My Words are only my master Yielding not to those others Who speak constantly Of their happiness,.. But never their disasters They say what they will For me it's a thrill To see the indulgent masters Eat Drink and be Merry! I am to you Always a bastard They say they want love poems Full of light and joy But what if that is not my room? They…

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Scar

Born without you Not knowing what you were Never dreaming about you Or what I knew of her Precious years lost Time can not repair Days gone by in thoughts Nights thrown into knots The innocence of time One does not receive Until the day we see The Scars were always there But what did I know of her? Dreaming of life to be Granted be a pain One we can't deceive I dreamt of you one night A night…

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Guilty

Small towns Empty streets Small minds Old men bail their wheat Not fit for empty streets I am a prisoner now Just as before But now with the gavel's beat Yet now within my storied wall Eyes are always watching.. Even as I sleep Yet truth is not oft seen.. In small towns and sleepy streets Guilty I am But not to what they accuse.. Guilty I am For not leaving..When I could The years went…

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They Told Me

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They Told Me

These are actually lyrics but I don’t have a piano anymore. I wish I did. – awrj ♪ When I was young ♪ They told me to write what I know ♪ Back then I thought to myself ♪ I don't need to though ♪ Later on in my years ♪ Years filled with empty tears ♪ I sat down to my desk to write ♪ And all that came out was right ♪ You are what you know ♪ And suddenly then I learned how so right.. ♪ My…

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Fallen From Grace

Fallen from grace Accepted as fate Does a girl finally go her way Despite such injurious days Hidden inside Truth and honor stand tall by her side She walks with the same stride As did the days before her fall Seen in peace Away from voices and calls She listens to hear.. The day she will have it all Pride in place She is never without grace Sounds from the halls She hears not She holds her…

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A Story Yet So Very Old

A story yet so very old But one, that in my most humble opinion.. Needs must, be told Words not written Lines never seen Music that doesn't offer To those, that fall in between Voices left unheard The lines left in a drawer Create to leave behind For others to find in kind The simplest of things to offer These often be the most beautiful to proffer Cautious yet be the author.. That their…

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Simple Was Her Name

Simple was her name Many did so proclaim A well off, yet unwritten game Her youth and spirit shone through As does the catch of light on the mourning doves view.. Upon the new and glistening morning dew She awakens in a crowd A crowd that knows not she can hear The rattlings of tales They know not of which they speak A tepid smile you can see on her cheek She looks in the mirror Her reflection…