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He sat fogging up the glass by the window pane
Watching the aftermath of a great white storm
and as he sipped his hot cup of tea
He remembered his youth with his bride lucy

When they were fresh healthy and bright
They'd sit by the fire on a cold winters night
and cherish the time spent in laughter drinking wine
But oh my friend how time goes by

Lucy's hair had changed it was as white as the snow
and her laughter had change into untangible moans
and Lucy couldnt remember those old fiery nights
Lucy was always confused and full of fight

No matter what the doctors say
The man waits for that very special day
When Lucy turns red blushing with smiles and says
Oh my Love remember when...
I call to you my dear
For you are my anchor in this restless sea
The overwhelming tides have come to devour
what is left of me
So hopefully you will hear my call
and stop these waves from consuming me
To have some more focus
would truly be a blessing..

Distracted way too easily,
as per usual.
© 2013
 Jan 2013 Dennis Meeker
Tatiana
Dunes on my left,
and the ocean on my right,
I walked in the middle,
on the hot sand.
My feet were burning,
but I didn't really notice,
I was on a mission,
to keep walking along this shoreline,
till I came up with a plan,
to resolve this problem.
Only hours before,
I was sitting on a chair,
staring at a wall,
sorting out my life,
and where I stand,
and if I could fix all the problems around me.
The more thinking I did,
the angrier I got,
I was frustrated,
I couldn't weigh all the options,
by just sitting here.
I left the chair,
and the blank wall,
and walked along the shoreline.
I said before,
that I was on a mission,
to keep walking,
until I came up with a plan,
to resolve a problem.
The one big problem,
everything else,
is silly in comparison.
But there seems to be no solutions,
and I think i'll be walking,
forever.
A stolen heart lost that's in confusion
reaches a conclusion and admits confesses
their delusion and steps into the sun
the rays soak embedding in pores
cleansing and bathing his dismay
in golden hues
the tears and ache begin to reduce
a reclusive event of clarity
live and let live melodies
pierce his eardrums
in silent peace the sirens at bay
freeing him from the sound of the parkway
Liberated
 Jan 2013 Dennis Meeker
Jennifer
As my pillows were soaked by my pathetic tears
And my chest heaved of desperation,
He worked.

As I walked around with a blank look on my face
And people asked questions
He didn't know.

As I sit here and try to read to forget his worthless existence
And my heart still stupidly aching,
He is home with his wife.
Don't know when I wrote this but there ya go
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