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Many paths do we take
Many roads in our wake
Many bridges with their tolls

Onward travelers
bless us all
Heroes born to challenge's call

Obstacles vanish within our path
toil not with guiding staff

Wandering travelers throughout our life
we share our stories of good and strife
on roads of signs which way to take
to travel best for all's at stake

Lonely travelers is you and me
we merge at times
on roads
we share
and talk our journeys
of rough and smooth
and find our wisdom
in enlightened mood
There was once a carpenter's son;
he died by his stepfather's profession
about an item made of wood

He died by his stepfather's profession
carrying wood upon his back

He died by his stepfather's profession
with wood touching him
He died by his stepfather's profession
by wood with nails in skin...
Ironically this man of love and peace
who preached peace and
love knew about wood
by his earthly father;
died on wood...
fallow thoughts, sorrows wallow
already tasting tomorrow's shallow swallow
fallen breath is all that's to follow
smallest hope, almost hollow
we believe we are free
as they tighten the chains
i'm talking about the powers that be
controlling and washing our brains

they just don't want us to see
how love can **** all pains
i'm talking about the universal key
the key that unlocks the chains
Tear stain cheeks
from eyes that leak
Of news today
my heart it weighs

In two weeks time
My aunt will climb
The steps to heaven
so high above

She lives so far away from me  
To her I want to go and see
to hold her tight
when comes the light

I know she wouldn't want me sad
but the pain, it hurts so bad
My dear Aunt Bertha, please take with you
All my love, forever new

written by E.M.Rushton
Just found out today that my dear aunt Bertha only has about 2 weeks left here on earth. I was working on a book of poems and she wanted to be the first one to get one. She was so proud of me. I will put her picture on my profile page . Its her with me in fire dog costume sitting on her knee
Sometimes it's the scars left that are the
hardest to get rid of, because
you never really get rid
of that.

It's left as a reminder
of what happened,
how things went
wrong.

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I tried transforming this into a structured poem in terms of syllables but I couldn't find something that exacts it. I don't know what it's called. haha
I just wanna let you know
That I want you back
That I can do everything
Just to be with you again

Im sorry if I looked back
I didn't know
I am sorry Eurydice
I wasted the chance

Now that you're gone, forever
I'll just pluck my lyre
And sing a sad song
Until we'll meet again

In the underworld
Wait for me my love
my life, my Eurydice
Orpheus. <3
Today it will rain once again,
In the windows of cloudy eyes,
Where I and you unclearly exist,
On the lotted shores of memory.

Stoic birds wading upon waves,
That grieve and go, riding, broke,
An endless sweeping of sorrows,
Carried by moans on the wind.

In the windows of our new eyes
There was, then, true gleaming
And we were *****, by seasides,
Among sparkles of stars and sun.

The island so far away was here,
Perfect, bright, cast of nowadays,
Land only love in whisper knows
O, by the graceful seasides only.

Now, dry, shelled and castaway,
The wind is shrilling its long keen
And the cradle bones of our love
Lie still, asleep in sinking sands.
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