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On this course we travel
Of love, life and the things between
We all go through pain and suffering
We all have our own battles
Our own regrets, our own dreams
But it seems to me
That we all just need someone to say
"I'm here for you"
Or
"I love you"
Something that simple can help us all get through
A hand to hold or a shoulder to cling too
Just having someone there
Knowing someone actually cares
That's what gets all of us through everyday
Through every path, every different road we take
And although we all make mistakes
We need someone to lift us up
Tell us everything will be okay
YOU STARTED OUT SO HALE AND STRONG... YOU NEVER THOUGHT
THINGS COULD GO WRONG**
A REAL BUSINESS ACROBAT
YOU WERE ALL RIGHT
YOU WERE ALL THAT
then you started to
cheat friends
never thought
the roll
would
end
now
you've
landed
on
skid
row
and
you
have
no
p
l
a
c
e

t
o

g
.
.
.
How to love the summer rain
that cold tingly feeling, but to
feel your arms around me,
I do remember that

The warmth of your lips against mine
I didn’t expected that
The sound of your skype voice makes my heart race
I turned up the volume just to heard you say my name

Or was it to tune out the tip, tap, tip, tap of the rain
on the window pane
But to feel your arms around me
Oh! how it warm me like the morning sun
and tingles me like the cold summer rain.

So what the different between you and I?
I will always love you more than the
Summer rain:
1549

My Wars are laid away in Books—
I have one Battle more—
A Foe whom I have never seen
But oft has scanned me o’er—
And hesitated me between
And others at my side,
But chose the best—Neglecting me—till
All the rest, have died—
How sweet if I am not forgot
By Chums that passed away—
Since Playmates at threescore and ten
Are such a scarcity—
~^~
“In the Living Years”
no one is perfect we are who we are
there’s no one reason or no perfect rhyme
divided by difference in a generation of time
you see things your way and I see things another
I see the dreams and wishes of a Father and Mother,
and I’ll do my best to  erase all  your doubts and fears
I am glad I got to tell you  ~  “In The Living Years”
Everyday is Father’s Day & Everyday is Mother’s Day
I am glad I got to tell you  ~ “In The Living Years”
the days fade away and the years slowly disappear
I will carry your name proudly as Junior’s destiny
every minute of every day you live on through me
your wisdom & love passed from Father to Son
and when your days on this earth are done
no one lives forever we are who we are
“In The Living Years”
~^~*


inspired by the song
"In the living years"
by
Mike and The Mechanics 1988
If I wrote it all down, would you know it?
Could you see what I want you to see?

Would you think me a clown or a Poet?
If the words flowed in tempo from me?

If I showed you my soul would you wear it?
You should know what I'm trying to be

Would you care it was me if you knew it?
If I looked you in the eye would you see me?

If I handed you my heart could you hold it?
You should see it drip into obscurity


(chorus)
drawn on the page of obscurity
gone from age of what was you and me
drowned in the depths of eternity
turn another page of  hostility
drawn from the pages of obscurity



If I sang it out loud, would you hear it?
Could you hear the song inside of me?

Would you think me a fool and deny it?
If the words were a melody of me?

If I shouted out in anger, would you bear it?
You who screams of another’s destiny

Would you share my love or ignore it?
If I gave it to you would you give back to me?

If I took my love away would you know it?
You should feel it fade into obscurity*



(chorus)
drawn on the page of obscurity
gone from age of what was you and me
drowned in the depths of eternity
turn the next page of  impurity
drawn from the pages of obscurity
of obscurity
drawn on the page of obscurity
gone from age of what was you and me
drowned in the depths of eternity
turn the last page of impurity
drawn from the pages of obscurity
from obscurity
obscurity**




written by
Warner Baxter
One Knight Stand Productions
all rights reserved
In the warmth of my emotions
written words are weighed
for someone new.  
They listen for something more
than this poet ever found
in that intricate box of you.

Nothing keeps me from smiling
at a single breath
of that which I love more.
When I feel those morning winds
brush across my words
of unknown shores.

I’m a moment
carrying a brilliant idea
with a voice soft as petals falling.
Listen to my poetry come alive inside
the empty space
of your heart’s calling.

Your eyes sing the words
I wrote for you
each time a tear rolls down your face.  
Your poet sifted the sands of time,
written words
have been erased.
Copyright @2015 - Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm
Growing old is scary for some
And a blessing for others:
We have live our life: the best way we know how
here we are all alone,
We are now living under different change of the body
Walking around with our portable therapy for instant energy
Long time ago it was
portable cassette or CD player with two or more loudspeakers:
those horrible double decker’s
Now it’s
problems of blood circulation.
Dozens of useless prescriptions,
  Directions that read take three to
Four times per day
So once again
Moving forward with all kinds of botheration to
Another slower lane to nowhere
Last but not least
Keep out of reach of small children
Before you reach the
Dead End Street
A perfect summer day is when I am at the beach,
the sea and sun blend my caramel skin into an even tone
hyped up just watching the seagulls
diving straight into the water searching for food.
and all internet connection is shut down.


*Happiness is a day at the beach
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