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 Mar 2018 ChrisJoeMiller
CA Smith
If you need a little time to yourself
We can put this conversation on the shelf
There's really no hurry
No need to worry

It'll be right here where we left it
Maybe tomorrow, or maybe in a bit

Comfort from solidarity, I can't relate
The quiet chaos of my thoughts, I could never appreciate

You apologise and you say you're sorry
There's really no reason to get fret
Because I understand your story
And what you need, I'll let you get

So take some time to yourself today
And I'll find something to do
Until you're done and ready
And I'll pick back up,
Where I left off with you
 Mar 2018 ChrisJoeMiller
CA Smith
Future ripples across the seas of life,
scattered as my thoughts,
grow into waves of what is to come.

Fluid lives give rise to flowing minds
that change with the tides of life.

If the rocks and peaks of the stormy shore,
found the ripples of my past upon them,
will you be the lighthouse guiding this captain to safety?
 Mar 2018 ChrisJoeMiller
CA Smith
There's a small town,
South of North Dakota.
Nobody's ever heard of it,
not a single iota.

In the town there lived a man,
who went by the simple name of Dan.

He never really sought after all of life's pleasures,
because it was in serving others that he saw hidden treasures.

The joy of living,
Dan knew quite well.

But his biggest accomplishment,
to nobody did he tell.

See, Dan never had any kids of his own.
For most of his life, he was completely alone.

No family he had.
No nieces not nephews

No dogs or cats,
nor sisters nor brothers.

Nobody to feud with,
for Dan kept no lovers.

But there's a secret Dan kept,
and I'll tell you today.
That Dan saved the world, in his own special way.

See Dan was a laborer;
he worked and he toiled.
To support himself,
and keep his house on good soil.

Dan saved his money,
he lived cheap and frugal.
For Dan had a plan, which he thought was crucial.

"Build an orphanage in the town, for all the lost children."
Because when Dan was young,
he had no house to live in.

At night his back would ache,
and his feet would hurt.
But this was okay to Dan;
he wanted keep the orphans from sleeping on the dirt.  

So when he passed,
Dan left a book and a note.
"To the bank take this paper, do not say by whom this book was wrote."

The pages had instructions,
and detailed schemes.
For an orphanage for the town,
the home of Dan's dreams.

The bank took the paper,
and showed an account.
That for even the richest person,
would have been a great amount.

And so the home was built,
the walls were made.
An orphanage for the children,
a home for those in need.
And it all started because of Dan,
who decided to serve instead of lead.
 Mar 2018 ChrisJoeMiller
CA Smith
To you, the ground beneath my feet
Every step I take,
you support me.

You stand with me,
in my times of trouble

I am warmed by your embrace,
as I become entranced in your outfit of lace.

Nothing could be more finely crafted,
than my connection with you.

The ages may wear on you,
yet you remain the only one
my sole longs for.

For you truly are...
My favorite pair of shoes.
 Mar 2018 ChrisJoeMiller
Her
You
 Mar 2018 ChrisJoeMiller
Her
You
you are not who
everybody wants you to be

you are you
and that is far
more than enough
 Mar 2018 ChrisJoeMiller
CA Smith
Wrap me in paper.
Adorn me with ribbons.
A tag addressed "only for you."
I shall offer the most fragile of gifts, myself.
Sitting alone
I contemplate truth
I wonder if you know
I think it’s you

Forgive me
Or don’t
Forget me
You won’t

I have lost all my friends
Now it’s just the three of us
All alone
Inside my head
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