DerekBErig - Hello Poetry

Oh help me know the points that you make help me grow My reflection in your eyes the inflection in your voice that look on upon your face It shows Yeah I know I'm reaching closing time But still You haven't seen the best of me Youre fire in my eyes Spark actions just in time Before Time erases Destiny

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Dec 13, 2015

Dec 13, 2015 at 4:51 AM UTC

St.

Oh help me know the points that you make help me grow My reflection in your eyes the inflection in your voice that look on upon your face It shows Yeah I know I'm reaching closing time But still You haven't seen the best of me Youre fire in my eyes Spark actions just in time Before Time erases Destiny

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Trapped on an island so strange, rules relinquished once Night overcame. We realized when we came, that it would and could never be the same.

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Dec 9, 2014

Dec 9, 2014 at 2:55 AM UTC

4am Regret

Trapped on an island so strange, rules relinquished once Night overcame. We realized when we came, that it would and could never be the same.

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Encounters of this kind seem to arise when our eyes understand a hearts plan, what it demands. When it tries to find the illustrious light, warm as is bright, not yet experienced first hand. So until then my time is spent rooted against the tide, Trying to grab the line, Heaven sent; Are all these things, so don't get bent out of shape when your baggage's declared Overweight. These holes can be filled With God, violence, or magic pills. Heaven sent, Till the fateful day when we Ascend.

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Nov 11, 2014

Nov 11, 2014 at 1:14 AM UTC

Heaven Sent

Encounters of this kind seem to arise when our eyes understand a hearts plan, what it demands. When it tries to find the illustrious light, warm as is bright, not yet experienced first hand. So until then my time is spent rooted against the tide, Trying to grab the line, Heaven sent; Are all these things, so don't get bent out of shape when your baggage's declared Overweight. These holes can be filled With God, violence, or magic pills. Heaven sent, Till the fateful day when we Ascend.

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I've never known a more subtle Base. Where thrills were chased through foggy winter Rain. Our love, Sparked Dawson's rage. His ire brewed in Winnebago, Dark. As were the night at Ash Place Park. Our secret stored in one neon Marker; Waved under the noses Of those who were Sharper.

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Oct 5, 2014

Oct 5, 2014 at 9:29 PM UTC

Ash Place

I've never known a more subtle Base. Where thrills were chased through foggy winter Rain. Our love, Sparked Dawson's rage. His ire brewed in Winnebago, Dark. As were the night at Ash Place Park. Our secret stored in one neon Marker; Waved under the noses Of those who were Sharper.

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There's no quite sensation Like awaiting the vibration Devastation or elation You're response keeps me waitin'

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Sep 5, 2014

Sep 5, 2014 at 3:51 PM UTC

Untitled

There's no quite sensation Like awaiting the vibration Devastation or elation You're response keeps me waitin'

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They yearned for a life of ease and peace. But the foundation crumbled under the weight of their dreams. Their hearts believed what their minds enjoyed, so their beautiful addiction filled their void. Yet Only the child eats and sleeps, without gratitude towards the one who feeds. Unknowingly following their path foretold, while their incessant fears restricted their growth. Living in each movement, as though it's the last, with their tainted moral compass and skewed looking glass.

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Aug 29, 2014

Aug 29, 2014 at 1:37 PM UTC

Re. Society

They yearned for a life of ease and peace. But the foundation crumbled under the weight of their dreams. Their hearts believed what their minds enjoyed, so their beautiful addiction filled their void. Yet Only the child eats and sleeps, without gratitude towards the one who feeds. Unknowingly following their path foretold, while their incessant fears restricted their growth. Living in each movement, as though it's the last, with their tainted moral compass and skewed looking glass.

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My mind wanders as I begin to understand some of life's mysteries... To achieve my mind should be focused and in key, yet I cannot break from the hazy memories. For my mind's eye is red from the steam in my head. With my time, all my dimes have been wastefully shed. I was baited, elated. I've been ever so faded. I've meditated with the sedated. vigor decayed spending time with the jaded. eventually gravitated to the ignorant, Yet underrated; for blissfully elevated. Is this why wisdom is so hated?

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May 21, 2014

May 21, 2014 at 1:21 PM UTC

Rambling Consciousness over a Coffee

My mind wanders as I begin to understand some of life's mysteries... To achieve my mind should be focused and in key, yet I cannot break from the hazy memories. For my mind's eye is red from the steam in my head. With my time, all my dimes have been wastefully shed. I was baited, elated. I've been ever so faded. I've meditated with the sedated. vigor decayed spending time with the jaded. eventually gravitated to the ignorant, Yet underrated; for blissfully elevated. Is this why wisdom is so hated?

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What gathers us here today is the common misconception, that the minds of the educated can be shaped in one direction. What gathers us here today is the relationships shared; The celebration is pure 'cause love is in the air. What gathers us here today is the void now present; Only now do we stop and appreciate past lessons. What gathers us here today, coincidental or divine, is to play our role in the age of mankind.

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Apr 28, 2014

Apr 28, 2014 at 10:46 AM UTC

Reasons to Gather

What gathers us here today is the common misconception, that the minds of the educated can be shaped in one direction. What gathers us here today is the relationships shared; The celebration is pure 'cause love is in the air. What gathers us here today is the void now present; Only now do we stop and appreciate past lessons. What gathers us here today, coincidental or divine, is to play our role in the age of mankind.

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As I float through my memories I always drift to Uxbridge. The hidden gem of the inspirational isle, home of Green Hill and Fire Pit. The angels took root and settled on the southern grounds of the temple, while the devout and matured assembled , and the children dreamed and wrestled Days of unadulterated enjoyment in the pools and the meadows green, the original music created emanated from inspired beings. I can still feel the vibrations, they rock me to sleep. When I fall into the sky, I'll return to Uxbridge Street.

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Apr 24, 2014

Apr 24, 2014 at 12:11 AM UTC

Uxbridge

As I float through my memories I always drift to Uxbridge. The hidden gem of the inspirational isle, home of Green Hill and Fire Pit. The angels took root and settled on the southern grounds of the temple, while the devout and matured assembled , and the children dreamed and wrestled Days of unadulterated enjoyment in the pools and the meadows green, the original music created emanated from inspired beings. I can still feel the vibrations, they rock me to sleep. When I fall into the sky, I'll return to Uxbridge Street.

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"I never did the deed, yet imprisoned for years I've been. say 'Zihuatanejo', its where I will lay low; and wait until you've joined me. Find the grandest of all oak trees, beneath there's a box for thee. If the contents will rot, you've gone and got shot, or died of a natural disease." So alone, for now I'll be, Filled with thoughts and my memories. From the depths of the fuego , to Zihuatanejo; I know what it takes to be free!

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Apr 1, 2014

Apr 1, 2014 at 6:18 PM UTC

Zihuatanejo

"I never did the deed, yet imprisoned for years I've been. say 'Zihuatanejo', its where I will lay low; and wait until you've joined me. Find the grandest of all oak trees, beneath there's a box for thee. If the contents will rot, you've gone and got shot, or died of a natural disease." So alone, for now I'll be, Filled with thoughts and my memories. From the depths of the fuego , to Zihuatanejo; I know what it takes to be free!

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