brian-lionel-peters - Hello Poetry

I hope you have someone's hand to hold when you need to feel the sky Even if it is your own Hands clasped in prayer Your hands are clasped in something greater And when loneliness gnaws Let it sit In the corner by itself The fireplace in a warm embrace Only has room for your glow Do not take out that old photograph Nothing happens for a reason but the reasons we give it will suffice And do not say the best has come and gone Our lives do not balance on the razor's edge of self-pity The old photograph will fade and take faces with it But the ones we take today still glossy and drenched in sweetness Hold close by in your heart Maybe make a little room too The scrapbook with pressed flowers still not full The ones you haven't taken are the prettiest ones yet

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Feb 24, 2013

Feb 24, 2013 at 11:50 AM UTC

brian-lionel-peters

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I hope you have someone's hand to hold when you need to feel the sky Even if it is your own Hands clasped in prayer Your hands are clasped in something greater And when loneliness gnaws Let it sit In the corner by itself The fireplace in a warm embrace Only has room for your glow Do not take out that old photograph Nothing happens for a reason but the reasons we give it will suffice And do not say the best has come and gone Our lives do not balance on the razor's edge of self-pity The old photograph will fade and take faces with it But the ones we take today still glossy and drenched in sweetness Hold close by in your heart Maybe make a little room too The scrapbook with pressed flowers still not full The ones you haven't taken are the prettiest ones yet

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Save it. Save it for later, my dear. What doesn't break the dawn will surely not delay its coming You do not crash the waves against the jagged rocks with your hands You are not the smooth foam washing over pebbles Rolling them rounder with your fingertips so Stop trying. We are two comets colliding in the dark, in this cold and we light up for one brief moment And I see your face and it is precious like the stars that formed Us... Time treats us like two ghost trains sharing the track And I head east trailing west And you head west trailing east While we forget that if you keep going and see the world long enough Looking back through your rear view mirror When you've gone far and away to see half of all its got East becomes west again I'll share my half over dinner, on this plate that we call life We are two trains still set to collide so Stop trying.

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Oct 3, 2012

Oct 3, 2012 at 5:07 AM UTC

brian-lionel-peters

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Save it. Save it for later, my dear. What doesn't break the dawn will surely not delay its coming You do not crash the waves against the jagged rocks with your hands You are not the smooth foam washing over pebbles Rolling them rounder with your fingertips so Stop trying. We are two comets colliding in the dark, in this cold and we light up for one brief moment And I see your face and it is precious like the stars that formed Us... Time treats us like two ghost trains sharing the track And I head east trailing west And you head west trailing east While we forget that if you keep going and see the world long enough Looking back through your rear view mirror When you've gone far and away to see half of all its got East becomes west again I'll share my half over dinner, on this plate that we call life We are two trains still set to collide so Stop trying.

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Something's broken and I can't quite put my finger on it It was running fine for such a long time I didn't drop it, I swear! A flywheel must have jammed somewhere One of the cogs out of place The gears that meshed now just grind And the **** thing won't wind Or rewind I didn't drop it I swear... But the Watchmaker knows what He's doing Something's broken and I can't put my fingers to it But His hands know their work We were made for more than to tick the hours of the day Something's cracked and I can't hold the piece in place Every time I try another one falls off in its stead All packed in the same cardboard box Heading off to the same place It's dark and we ***** We feel around long enough to see not a single one undamaged We all know where we're headed And the pieces held perfect by Hands we cannot see give us hope.

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Sep 5, 2012

Sep 5, 2012 at 5:20 AM UTC

brian-lionel-peters

Something's broken and I can't quite put my finger on it

Something's broken and I can't quite put my finger on it It was running fine for such a long time I didn't drop it, I swear! A flywheel must have jammed somewhere One of the cogs out of place The gears that meshed now just grind And the **** thing won't wind Or rewind I didn't drop it I swear... But the Watchmaker knows what He's doing Something's broken and I can't put my fingers to it But His hands know their work We were made for more than to tick the hours of the day Something's cracked and I can't hold the piece in place Every time I try another one falls off in its stead All packed in the same cardboard box Heading off to the same place It's dark and we ***** We feel around long enough to see not a single one undamaged We all know where we're headed And the pieces held perfect by Hands we cannot see give us hope.

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