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A place we go
Where we do know

What we say
and what we do

It a place we go
To be a fool

You'll say things
You aren't supposed to

You'll break your golden rule

You'll tell on yourself
You'll tell on a friend

One to many
Can make it the end
Consider the potato chip
new flavors all the time
fire roasted sweet corn
who-da thought

Oh how we search
for that new flavor of life

We search high and low
for something fresh

To tickle the taste buds
of our imagination

To set us on a path
we've not traveled before

To open our minds
toward a greater understanding of who we are

To enrich our lives
bringing greater joy to our hearts

I've tried that fire roasted sweet corn chip

You know something
it really was quite satisfying
And I'm sorry that I left your heart at the peak of that cliff
The cliff that we had climbed to,
Yeah that cliff we reached
That cliff where you liked me
That cliff where I liked me.

And I'm sorry that I walked away,
You just weren't giving off light anymore
No spark, no flame. Nothing
You were dull, things got dull.

And I'm sorry I told you to that we should go separate ways.
I thought that was best.
You were falling,
And I wasn't about to catch you
Because at the bottom of that cliff, I was frolicking with another.
Too bad he turned me down days later, for another.

AND I AM SORRY THAT I CANNOT LIKE YOU IN THE WAY THAT YOU LIKE ME ANYMORE
AND I'M SORRY THAT YOUR HEART ACHED THE DAY I LEFT
And your mind .. ?
I'm sorry that it's stuck on me.
I'm sorry that you still think about me,
I'm sorry I'm still in your dreams
And I'm sorry that your shirt still smells like me from the last time we hugged.

And I'm sorry that until now, I've never been able to write a proper poem about you,
I'm sorry that I cannot finish this one, because I'm in tears and my fingers are getting weak and I just can't .. I'm sorry
 Dec 2014 GracefulWords
Artistry
I’m not your typical, I’m a lyrical genius
It’s my make-up, DNA boy it’s in my genus

Out of this world, they say I’m somewhere flowing out in Venus
With my hand on my scenic route

Preparing for that stick and move
Smack him with the backhand, breaking in my tennis shoes

Find my way around like I own a set of tentacles
If you talking diet, it’s the water with the minerals.

On another pinnacle, the best on my minimal
Imagine If I’m physical

Its ridicule, cause you in my visual
Subliminal, alter ego is identical.

Looking for the finish move, moral compatible
Split you down sagittal, problems mathematical

Catch you on the avenue, straight up to the capital
Left the Adirondack’s, different set of contacts.

Yea , I’m stilling doing me dog, opponent’s that I leap frog
Emotions on a see-saw, cooler that the sea shore
Even better than before, that’s what you got beef for.

Run the game , that’s what you got feet for
In my deep thought, contemplating deport

Came up on the gutter, north side, we call Freeport.
I wear the blue of the Union
You wear the Confederate gray
But there are no colors that separate us
On this peaceful day

The cannons bow in silence
The rifles restrain their danger
We soldiers bow our heads
In honor of the baby in the manger

The battlefield rest silently
No sounds of death are heard
Only the sound of angels singing
As they proclaim the written word

"O come let us adore him"!
I hear a soldier say
With a reply of "Christ Our Lord"!
One wears blue the other gray

They come out in reverent peace
To meet upon the field
With only empty hands
No weapon do they wield

Today there will be no fighting
Today no man will die
All are looking to see his star
Shining brightly in the sky

The day will pass too quickly
Then the guns will sound again
But for now let us rejoice with one another
For this gift of the hope of men.

RLB
Dec 2014
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