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emptiness fills the heart like darkness
of the nighttime sky.
everything that should be has disappeared
yet nobody knows why.

harsh words are spoken dangerously as
they flow from uncontrollable lips.
describing turmoil as one may often face out
in the ocean of a turbulent ridden ship.

screams within can be heard by all who lives
on the opposite side of town.
yet nobody cares about the face of a broken
man that carries a broken frown.

touched by spoils of an everlasting war that
carries so much destructive despair.
one finds it harder each day to continue to
breathe in life's supporting air.

what hope does one have if he has nothing
to believe in.
if all has been taken without one ever having
a fair chance to win.
sometimes a man feels this way, but it doesn't mean he has to give up.
everything has been paused, my thoughts,
my mind and my heart.
dreams blasted, destroyed, pulverized
and completely torn apart.

this moment is silent, empty, and swirling
with air that's cold.
blood of yesterday's youth has now given
in to a body that's old, no longer bold.

clocks are feared, turned around so that
the truth may not be known.
bound to feel it, realize it when it slowly
creeps deep inside one's bones.

yesterday's glory had its place, slipping
away like grains of sand.
no tomorrow's for today, living for this
moment while i can.
"?"
do you know who you are and
what you're willing to do.
if you had to travel daily in life
with two feet and one shoe.

would you do your very best or
decide to give in.
would you tear your house down
to rebuild it again.

what does it take for you to get a
firm grip on yourself.
would you stand and be rip apart
until there is nothing left.

who's to say what a man won't do
if his back's against a wall.
would you help the man to his feet
again or would you let him fall.
silence lingers in the head of a man
who holds so many secrets.
pain lingers in the heart of a man as
he tries to move pass many regrets.

there are so many things that a man
feel the need to say.
but how can the words come about
if pride always get in the way.

who has the right to tell a man what
he needs to do.
what precautions would you take
if a man tried to control you.

if a man decides to dream what should
he dream about.
if he believes that his dream can come
true then who are you to doubt.

a man's secrets and his dreams they both
may coincide.
why tell a man that his dream is only a
secret that he must continue to hide.
the mind's been at an idol stage
filled with distraught and rage.
days gone by with very little rest
dazed and confused as to what is best.

stressed out and left without an ounce of
vigor for me to carry on.
everything sits openly inside my mine
who knows if i'm right or wrong.

i can't stay here anymore it's now time
for me to move on.
why must i sit here to keep listening
to the very same outdated song.

it's far too late to come running back  
talking about your wants and your needs.
why should i depend on you when you
don't want to try to succeed.

for years we've gone on without a real
good reason.
it's time to pick elsewhere and to move
on by exploring a brand new season.
Oak trees aligned all dressed in green with
an occasional site of a Bald Cypress tree.
Homes decked out in painted shades of fall
as birds fly overhead singing so openly free.

As narrow streets pave the way throughout
the neighborhood.
There's a peacefulness surrounding that makes
all seem well and good.

The horizon gives way to a painted masterpiece
of faded white, blue and sunshine gold.
Leaving one to wonder about the many wonderful
amounts of feelings that such sites may hold.

There's a sense of pride that one must have to
possess this God given gift.
It's good to know that the owners of this place
have smiles that give others much needed lifts.

The silence proves to be much welcomed and
proves the many good stories told.
That good small town living and life is a good
thing for every man's God given soul.

God allows for things to change for a many good
reasons, on time and never ever too late.
Allowing for a chance to share, see and visit such
magnificent dream come true labeled as 10188.

By: Willie Jennings
creatures from the swamp
they keep coming up.
whispering silently sneaking
around in the office.
watch out because the poisons
about to be put in your cup.

envy, jealousy, spite, confusion
it's all coming your way.
the neighborhood eyes they're
all watching you.
nighttime thieves will come and
visit during the day.

unwanted chills surround you
by the winds of hate.
lurking in the darkness seeking
to do much harm to you.
it's best that you turn yourself
around before it's to late.
Guess who's standing next to you...
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