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E Jan 2019
The ping on the roof
The tap on the floor
The wind and the rain
and down it does pour
as gently I sleep
to escape from day's dread
The raindrops are falling
Asleep in my bed
This is one of my own
I wrote it in terms of how when it rains
It somewhat calms my soul and helps me sleep
E Jan 2019
I think of you both night and day
I long to touch you're hand
You're bosoms keep me satisfied
I know I am you're man
I dream of night's when both of us are tangled in our love
I kiss you're cheek and wish you well
Marie my one true love
This was a poem my father wrote my mother
for Valentines day he was quite the romantic.
E Jan 2019
When hair has faded to silver
When wrinkles cover you're face
When love has grown for 50 years like a tree that stood in place
When time has ceased to cover
When burdens knock you're door
Have no fear my darling dear i'm here for 50 more
This was actually a poem from my mother
I cannot find anymore of her's.
I supposes she did not keep many of them journaled.
E Jan 2019
My hand's are callused July to July
I work all day and barely get by
From the mud on my boots
To the scars on my skin
Lord have mercy on hard working men
A sheep herder came he put up a fence
I saw him last August but I Ain't seen him since
The money ain't good but their's stories to tell
Pick up a shovel go dig out a well

We neither complain nor do we groan
Were determined as hell and worn to our bones
Out here in the desert if you die you fail
The ole cow punchers are mean as hell

Now i'm sure it must have been a long time ago
I packed up my bag and walked out the door
Mother was crying and papa said go on
If you ain't staying here go find a new home

I joined up the army they cut off my hair
taught me to shoot and how not to care
I picked up some habits
I picked up some girls
I burned down the village and traveled the world

Had me a buddy his name Chen Lee
Drowned him an Insurgent down in the black sea
We didn't say much just watched and we stared
As the bubbles popped up his last breath of air

Four years is long six months is bad
The hardest of all is the one's you ain't had
If you're looking for answers
If you sure want to know
Go ask the insurgent who sleeps down below
This poem was an inspiration from
Plato's quote ''Only the dead have seen the end to war ''
Which I have always though was very truthful
in the sense that war never ends anything it is only the beginning
to more war
E Jan 2019
I have a song that I sing when day's have got me down
I'll share this song with all of you to flip around that frown
You see no matter where you go
no matter what you do
whether you be a caged song bird
or an eagle soaring the blue
A lonesome desperado riding the lonesome trail
Ticket found destination hell bound no home to what prevail
There is a dream in all of us
and friends it can come true
you must believe and have a passion in all the things you do
So with this wisdom and good love i'll leave you all alone
and if you're down and have a frown just sing
My lonesome song
Wrote this in hopes it can brighten someone's day
Good luck people
E Jan 2019
There is a story you should hear from not to long ago
It all began 100 years bad lands New Mexico
There was a man his ragged soul would drift from town to town
Not much was known about this man except he laid em down
He'd walk and sing in the moonlight and light a cigarette
He'd stroll inside the gamblers halls and place big mighty bet's
And he'd always say as he would smile
His hand's began to shake
Have no fear you're God is near
The levee is soon to break
this was a bedtime story my father used to tell me
it always seemed mysterious
I asked him about whether it was true or not
and he said I wrote it but the legend whether it was true or not
was up to the listener
E Jan 2019
looking back now
There is a lot i'd change
I would try to say I love you more
I would try to live and save
I'd be a better husband
I'd be a better friend
And when I said I loved someone
I'd love until the end
I'd forgive and then forget it all
I'd never hold a grudge
I'd try to change my stubborn way's
And hold the one's I loved
I would make the better choices
This I know is true
But life don't ever work that way
It leaves cold and blue
Found this in dad's desk this morning
Figured I would share this with you
It's kinda dark but he had a dark side
Just never was good at showing it in words only ink
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