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4GIV3N Poetry Feb 2015
The brevity of this life is seen in the breaths we take. For our forefathers before  us have made all the mistakes.

NOW is the time for a generation to arise and take their place.

Death, choas, deprivation and despair are all evidence that this world is out of our control, and we so frequently gasp for air

As our lives are passing us by, just like grains of sand on the beach, when will we realize that this life we are given is nothing more than a reach.

A reach for something greater, we all long for this love, which settles all battles, and comforts us with a warm embrace.

You see I look in the face of someone in whom I've found hope. A new sense of meaning, begins to spring forth from my being.

The word life makes me ponder the existence of creation but then I really begin to look that word

L- living
I- intentionally
F- for
E- eternity
  Feb 2015 4GIV3N Poetry
Joshua Poetry
There are days when the rage I prayed to dissipate somehow finds its way from the deep secluded corners of my brain and throws itself violently onto the blank pages of my notebook.

It's always on those days when I hear the Oceanside call my name but I refrain from seeing her because I am far too occupied with chipping myself away at this deadend job that doesn't provide the way that I need it to pay.

It's always on the days when I can't reach her shore that I ***** myself to this imitation of peace. To all the things I want but know it will never satisfy the need to feel that cool ocean breeze, the smell of seaweed and that saltwater against my feet.

There is no place in the valley for a boy who fell in love with the ocean and left his heart at sea.

Like can't you see that the only time I feel whole is when all the broken pieces that make up me is standing on that cliffside. Apart from filling out my blank pages and pouring my heart out onto these stages, that cliffside will always be home.

There is not a day that I'm away that I don't sit and think about the power of the waves. Do you ever think about the power of the waves? How they come in, crash and carry all of my burdens, pain and frustration away. God I just want to get away.

I will always sit up on that cliffside in a mystery as I gaze out upon your vast deep blue see and wonder how in the midst of my chaos, that you are somehow my peace.

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