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How easy it is to remember someone
only to be slapped with the reality
that they are no longer
there.
A sad truth....
The

Hands of  Time

Won't stop for gold

But knows to slow when

longing ebbs and flows


The

Hands of Time

are a rare rare find

But it can blind in

the coin of life


The

Hands of Time

Won't stop, we go

The seasons flow

Dream and destiny bestowed




How I long to hold and stroke the hands of time
Hands of time...
It's all about do and die, life is anyway
So many dreams so little time

Be back soon
Lyn x
Listen to the chorus of the weeping angels.
Listen to the songs that dares to ride the wind.
Just a small poem from my journal based on a lucid dream I had.
 May 2018 Busbar Dancer
Keven
You got it backwards if you think I owe you something
I have to take my poemz seriously or no one else will
Just like my life
I have everything except for true romance and I just have to accept that
I always wanted to fall in love with some beautiful and smart, amazing woman, who actually liked me for who I am and everything **** *** just never happened
Not for me, bra
 May 2018 Busbar Dancer
Keven
People act like I'm too greedy and/or evil just because I stole so much money from innocent people when I worked on Wallstreet but I blame Gordon Geko because everything was his idea; I simply wanted to impress my dad by making more money than him and all the other ancestors.
FATHER DENIS FITZ PATRICK IN A DREAM

You taught me English from the start
And helped me till l got B.A. in art,
Then appeared in a dream with prize for what l write.

You taught me verse and cleared my course
Through teachings of the Lord you gave me force
Till l could indite what my Lord would me announce.

You are the saint who came to me
A gift from God to show what l should see,
And then to make me write on which God will agree.

So pleased, l asked you why you gave
Me such a medal that l truly love;
You said to protect me and give my work a shove.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
____________
I don't want you to hate me but you do
I don't want you to leave but you did
I just want what we once had
"I'm here for you and I always will be"
"I won't give up on you , because I love you."
Now it seems I'm as meaningless as the milk you pour on your cereal
What happened to laughs and camping and telling me stories?
What happened to tickling my feet to see me smile and saying one day I'll be great and find love?
I'm replaced in your heart with
"Why aren't you as good as him?" and "I hate you , I despise you."
I just want my true dad and his love...
I guess people will just have to keep labeling me with "daddy issues"
And maybe I do have them but they won't stop until he does.
This is not like my usual poem I could have rhymed but I didn't
I just needed to release some things
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