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Sometimes while I work
Blood will spill onto the floor
and I think of you
ek het ware liefde                           i for true love
      my hele lewe                                   my whole life
                    gesoek                                       searched
         totdat ek ontdek                    until i discovered
                    dat die liefde                      that the love
                    moet binne in begin          must begin inside    

as jou pad onseker is                       if your path is uncertain
en jy weet nie wat jy                       and you dont know what you
wil eintlik he nie                              really want to have
dan wandel jy tussen                      then you wander between
die bosse met                                   the forests with
dorings wat jou                               thorns that
                      steek                                             *****

as jy stil sit                                       if you sit still
              en reflekteer                                         and reflect
                    sal streke van lig                               streaks of light
                            en ontdekking                                    and discovery
                                            uitskyn                                         shine out

die bosse sal tans                                the forests will still
                    daar wees                                                 be there
                    maar jy                                                     but you
                    kan die                                                      can
                    pad                                                            manage
                    bestuur                                                      the path
as jy jou hart agtervolg                       if you follow your heart
© jeannine davidoff 2011
give me your
ghosts
& I'll fight the
fairest faces of the
earth
to prove you don't
belong where
you are

we only expose the very
barest
of our skin to the
things that know not
how to love

& he still turns away
disgusted
at the sight of a
tear

we continue to find our
little hope
in loveless places
& you continue
to puzzle me
with your peculiar
grace

we would have made
phenomenal outlaws
driving down the
desert highway
resistant to death
& calmly causing a mockery
of the
cracked and brittle bones
of the vast
decaying wilderness

yeah, we would have
if you'd only let me
use your gun
for the greater good
lets just say
there is
           no wrong or right
           no black or white

all things being
                          equal

it is all inconsequential

dance
laugh
scream
cry
engage
enrage
dissapate

transform through time
© jeannine davidoff 2012
The fleeting fox red and coy
A creature of false unbridled joy
It's legs through dieing leafs do fleet
Behind its face is true deceit
In the light its gleaming ebony eyes
Are filled with truly sinister drives
Almost cheshire is it's smile
A haunting topping to all it's guile
My computer broke. It started sparking when i plugged it back in and can no longer hold a charge. I will be getting a new one for Christmas. To all my readers, the two of you that are fans who i am grateful for, happy holidays. I did not have time to proofread at all am because i am under 9 percent battery. so i apologize for any errors
In the chair he played,
His muscles burned with his pain.
It was always constant,
The needless burning of his nerves.

Fingers curled he played,
There was enjoyment in the music.
It erased the pain and the sadness ,
The that the many scars of his nerves gave him.

Then he was gone

17 and gone in the last beat of the hearts
we cried happy birthday
But he wasn't the only one
What of the one teacher?

You helped him play through the pain,
While you yourself suffered,
How soon were you torn from us too?
Its all to soon.

You know their will be a final symphony,
they wont let you go without the notes.
draped on your shoulders like wings,
Angels of the band.

You both were pillars of strength,
And we all remember and sing and play.
For the good don't just die young,
They are set free of their suffering.

And we love you,
Let the symphony play.
I will cry for the man i barley knew,
For he helped the one I loved.
I'm sorry this is so slap dash and likely terrible. Its hard to write through tears. I know no one on here really knows me so i will explain my hurry and my tears. 2 years ago, on his 17 birthday, I watched the brother I helped care for so much die suddenly from Multiple sclerosis. I sang him happy birthday through tears as his heart came to a stop. He was a great kid and avid member of the band where despite his illness he played the biggest instrument they had ( the Marimba). The Instructor who taught the class was a pivotal influence and was infinitely patient with his shortcomings. He too had a chronic illness, Cancer. After my Brother died he did everything he could, the band played at the funeral, the took donations and had a special  marimba with his engraved on it and even fought to have an award that is given annually to winner of a band tournament held every year in the school district. Mr Jackson (the teacher) suddenly died today, barely over forty. I cry for him because my brother could not, because i know he was a great man. I apologize for this sudden spilling of my true self but in this circumstances i can not hide behind a pen name. I remember  www.facebook.com/groups/167503548802/10150543131228803/?notif_t=like

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I cry for the ones who fall too soon, the greatest of us. I would cry for you.
I found my outlet
no more room to vent

I found my solace
no more time to cry

I found my place
no more need to harm
I am a closed bottle
my feelings are written as a message on paper
rolled up
and stuffed inside

i am a broken mirror
shards of glass scattered about
watch where you step

i am a piece of paper
crumple me up
and no matter how much you try
i will never be perfect again

I am the dropped penny that rolls underneath the sofa
don't bother looking for me
I'm just a penny
it isn't worth the effort

i am the old book in the far corner of the shelf
collecting dust
if you opened me and read me
you would enjoy it
but you don't
and i remained unnoticed
You wanted...

To believe in Fantasies,
     Happily ever afters
And skies so blue.

To know the peace of,
     Warm embraces and tender kisses
From a lover that's true.

To feel secure,
   In the now,  hope for a future,
Trusting hurt would never ensue.

But...

When faced,
With the possibility
     Of this being reality
You quickly flew.

There was just one thing missing
     From this love situation
You had to love you.


© Tina Thompson
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