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Darrel Weeks Aug 2020
Little is left to reflect
The money only covers the crack in the soul
Light the flame to burn away all unwanted emotion
We are holding on are we not ?

The scars that cover the skin
Make a feeling close to the immortal
The blood that is lost is pure ****** pleasure
i have lost my mind

to be honest i do not want it back
let them know you are nowhere
Darrel Weeks Jul 2020
My name

D is Destruction
A is Atrocity
R is Redundant
R is Reckless
E is Egotistical
L is *****

i have no middle name thank the lord !!
Nowhere child keep on running , in your time you'll find something , in the Everlasting nothing - Beck
Darrel Weeks Jul 2020
When we sit and reflect
The mirror is either clear or unforgiving
Cloudy where the soul is hidden
Is it good to hide
Or to see all  we really are
Do we really take the time or have the desire to see
Someone clean this mirror in my heart
It is the lack of knowing that is making it cloudy

Cut me out and hang me ...................................
Life is depression , its not a movie
Darrel Weeks Jul 2020
With broken earth promises
As nature is to love
To grow and burst
With a hatred of the blossom
A becomes but a wage
That receives such a grandiose acclamation
That all that is paternal
Leads to these pretty girls that hold the vine
And begs
For the babies to grow
To flower in the darkness and reveal in daylight
Sweet and rounded
To have the flesh broken
That covered the nakedness

Remain magic in fertility
And give your offering to no one but the cultivator
All that i try to grow perishes because i fear its success
Can you feel the afternoon breeze?
I'm watching the falling leaves

I can't help but stare
I'm  wishing you were here
I'm watching the falling leaves
Can you feel the afternoon breeze?

I'm watching the falling leaves
Can you feel the afternoon breeze?
I'm watching the falling leaves
Can you feel the afternoon breeze?

Falling leaves
I'm watching the falling leaves
I'm watching the falling leaves

I can't help but stare
I'm wishing you were here
wishing you were here
wishing you were here

I can't help but stare
I'm watching the falling leaves
Can you feel the afternoon breeze?

Falling leaves
Falling leaves
Falling leaves
Falling leaves

Can you feel the afternoon breeze?
I'm watching the falling leaves
Falling . falling leaves,
  Sep 2018 Darrel Weeks
Bryan Lunsford
With smiles and laughter through the night,
I watch as she begins to get tired,
With the sight of her sleepy eyes,
As seeing what was once a live wire
Become tired right before my eyes,
It's here, in a moment of dire, she surrenders this night,
With her head resting on my chest,
As only a moment passes by, and softly, as she fails to reply,
I kiss her on her forehead,
And say "I love you angel, goodnight"
My little one
Don't
Be
Sad
Those
Tears
We're
From
Your heart
I miss You
I hear the soft whispers in the
Cool night breeze
I feel the warming of the morning sun.
I  see  joy
I see those children
Running free without a care
I know they are happy
And in God's care.
Much pain in my heart flashbacks from the past .
My mum forced me to have not just one but two abortions ..
Mum I want you to know that I forgive you.
But most of all I forgive myself .
From the years I cried in pain ..
I now let it go in Jesus name
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