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Bails B May 2015
Lies.
All you said was lies.
Your promises for our future together.
How I was "the one".
Thank you for making me stronger.
That was the only good you did you did to me.
This is where I say goodbye to you, Mr Liar.
I'm finally moving on.
Bails B May 2015
You
I find myself looking for you...
It's such a bad habit.
My body misses your touch,
my mind hating this feeling.
Why did you have to leave?
Bails B May 2015
My body -  a cage.
My soul - a bird.
Its never forgotten how to fly.
It may be caged for now
but one day it will be free.
Bails B May 2015
And one day
I’ll cross the river
to my Father's land.
He'll come running to me
with a joyous smile
and a loving embrace.

He'll welcome me in
to the grandest party of them all.
One where there is no
hate or
tears or
pain.

Angels,
humans,
creature of air and water
the trees, the grass - all of nature
singing heavenly songs forever
to the One who created them all.

Walks in the garden
too splendorous for mortal eyes.
Talking with my Father
and finding the answers to
questions I never got answered
when I was alive on earth.

I’ll be finally home,
finally free to be me.
My heart will be full,
my body loved,
and my soul understood.
*I can’t wait for that day.
  Mar 2015 Bails B
Noah Ducane
The tree with a hundred years goes
Fires, wreckage, wind and snows
And bears so well it can't be heard
Not by men, beast or bird

The tree gives as a giver should
It's beauty among us and faithful wood
And the tree, silent to our woes
Stands tall when after all else goes

And the tree with patience practiced as an art
Lives better than us without a heart
Bails B Mar 2015
There are always many leaves on a tree,
and all fall off eventually,
traveling the lonely path to the ground.

The same could be made about people.

We all come from a tree -
a connecting ground,
a social gathering place.

But, sometimes,
life is cruel,
we can sense the winter storm
is coming,
and we fall off the tree,
traveling a lonely path to the ground.

Everybody feels like a leaf
sometime in their life.
Some feel it when they are young,
some feel it when they are older.
Some feel it over and over again.

But once we hit the ground,
we are joined by all the other leaves
who have traveled the lonely path.

We are never alone,
even though we feel like we are.
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