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 Nov 2012
L Smida
A rough path it was
I walked through time
From end to end
I had to climb

I saw where we stood
On the corner of the block
I was so scared
To finally talk

My apologies to you
As you cracked a smile
Your arms around me
For a long while

But as the journey goes
I approach a new year
On another block
Is where I appear

As our evening walk
Comes to an end
I am proud to say
You're more than a friend

You speak to me in a way
Where your body does the talking
It says I don't want to be alone
And so we kept on walking

A walk to your door
Under the porch light
You fear for me
To walk alone at night

But as the journey goes
I approach a new year
A time where we froze
As the night grew sincere

It was close to Christmas
And we laid on the ground
I could tell that you wanted
My hand to be found

It took you a long time
To actually confess
And if you hadn't
I would've never guessed

But as the journey goes
I approach a new year
This time I go back
To a time that was dear

We laid in the grass
And goofed off for hours
You actually dared me
To eat some flowers

And then one night
You pulled me down
Behind a building
With no one around

Your hand goes there
And makes me still
Never have I ever
Had such a thrill

But as the journey goes
I approach a new year
I walk alone
Only to hear

You shout my name
Loud and clear
I turn and see
You running near

Into my arms
You hold on tight
The perfect hug
It feels so right

I wish you'd stay
But you have to go
I had feelings for you
I want you to know

But as the journey goes
I approach a new year
Everyone knows that
Softball seasons here

I watch from behind
As she makes her way
Our eyes meet
With never a stray

She jumps into me
And I catch her flight
Her legs wrapped around me
And squeezed so tight

She never really knew
That I liked her a lot
I felt like I
Didn't have a shot

But as the journey goes
I approach a new year
Walking on the tracks
You tell me your fear

You tell me your story
And with that I know
Your trust in me
Will surely grow

You keep going
Until there's no more to tell
And I'm pretty sure
For you I fell

But as the journey goes
I approach a new year
I should hold close
Those ones so dear

But that's the thing
With time and math
We all have
A different path

You lead yours
And I'll lead mine
And in the end
We'll be just fine
Each part represents a different person. I was walking through town and realized that in the town there are marks of time. Here I did this and there I did that
 Nov 2012
Paul Hardwick
What you    get
and what     you see
                      is all the        same to me
                                             and may mean
                                             nothing at all
                                             But the one thing remains
my name and that is         P           A           U              L
 Nov 2012
Paul Hardwick
Dear, Dear Mother
                                You know
                                you mean the world to me
but dear mother
                                why do you do it
                                          go in to the toilet in the dark
                                                            ­and when i go and put the light on
i find you sitting there
                          knickers around your knees
                                          mother i am 58
                                                              ­ that is not a good image to me
Dear Dear Mother.
This is a true poem  !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
 Nov 2012
Paul Hardwick
I was born with 3 legs
On two I stand.


                                       The other has a mind of it's Own.
 Nov 2012
Paul Hardwick
Watching the moon
i see great light
of many hue
it sort of makes my night
of being here with you
friends and poets
of hello poetry
the moon light
makes you one with me
peace and happyness
I wish you all to be
and so i bow
and leave
until the next night we meet
and if you feel
like your ankles are been kiss
that is not me
that is just you
night and sleep well one and all of you.
 Nov 2012
Paul Hardwick
when i close my eye's
                                     my life is not there

                                                      i
                                                      t

                                                      is
                                         in  another world
one of dreams
                                              when i relax
                                                       my
                                           body goes away
to i know not where
                                                but it dose
funny thing is
                                i have not noticed this before.
 Nov 2012
Paul Hardwick
Blue sat down
never to rise today
only to be the same
just sat feeling blue
hey man what is your name
o yes
my name is blue!
Yes most, do not understand me for i am surreal.
 Nov 2012
Paul Hardwick
did not sleep much last night
i kept on dreaming, dreams
which from i would wake up twice
as hard as this seams
i was dreaming i was dreaming dreams
now man that is so wrong
hope my night is better tonight.
 Nov 2012
Paul Hardwick
baby you are so cold today
so cold it stings my face
so cold my lips dry out
baby i think i am breathing
your solid air
what have i done
baby this is so unfair
and woman i am finding it hard to breath
living in your solid air.
 Nov 2012
Paul Hardwick
There are only two race
male and female no others.
 Oct 2012
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 Oct 2012
Harsh
F* ickle summer [and general] pass-time. Though you hardly
A cknowledge me, I meditate on the virtual probability of our
N on-existent romance, incessantly. Just as I make an effort to
A ttempt to bury you in a dark corner of my subconciousness, *you

T ext me! Once again giving me just enough attention so that I'm
I ndifferent to your self-centred, egoistic, promiscuous nature and
C ompletely falling for you instead, as I've done, since the day we first met.
This poem is the sole property of me and cannot be copied or used without permission. [Copyright G.H. Rodrigo 10/10/2011]
 Oct 2012
Harsh
S** un light gushing through the window on that summer afternoon, left me
A westruck as they bounced off your golden locks. You continued to create
M usic so surreal, I felt still asleep lost within a sweet dream.
U nleashing the darkest desires within my soul, you continued to
E ntrap me a little bit more every time we came into contact. Emotions,
L ost during my last battle with Cupid, were revived one by one.

R eality losing yet another battle with the phantom of the summer,
O ver-dozed on your boyish charms whilst suffering from an impatient heart.
W ild look in your eyes burns into mine, and as you speak I
L ong to kiss your lips with raving passion, hoping it would last an
E ternity and a little bit more. Maybe you will, maybe you won't, but just
S mile for now and play your music, 'cause it makes me "feel" again.
This poem is the sole property of me and cannot be copied or used without permission. [Copyright G.H. Rodrigo 27/08/2011]
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