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They often judge the poet
On the words that he thread
Some readers formed his silhouette
In each poetry that they've read

Judge him not at one piece, else you'll be upset
Because his pen can laughed then can bled
In every second his mind will reset
Truly, you'll never know what's inside his head

In the universe of paper and quill
He can create truth within lies
He can put soul to nonliving
Some of his creations will never die

Every poesy made was alive
Talked of its own tongue
It will definitely survive
Even the poet was long gone



9/23/2015

Mysterious Aries
I search for someone who’ll always be there,
someone to look upon and someone who’ll care.
A friend who won’t judge me,
just be there and love me for me.

Someone who’ll lend me their ears,
and dry my face of the fallen tears.
A friend who will tell me it’s okay,
and help me to go in the right way.

I search for friend who won’t leave me alone,
and doesn’t have a heart like a stone.
Someone who’ll give me their shoulder to cry on,
and one who I can always rely on.

A friend who I can depend on,
and be my motivation.
One who’ll give me a helping hand,
so I’ll do everything in the best way I can.
Chasing the dream
Is harder than it seems
But i have more than one escape pods to jump into
Just in case the writing one fails and crashes into the wrong place
I have another Mount Everest to face
This time it won't untie my shoelaces
I'm ready to give everything i got
To make up all the time i fought
With the battles i was thrown
And the wars that were waged
Around me and within me
But most importantly
Never lose sight on what's most important to you
Because i promise you
Not everything you pursue will be a crash and burn
If you try hard enough and work with blood and sweat
You might even get lucky the first time
Raise those monkey bars you used in kindergarten
So you can set an example for the future generations
To make up their own destiny.
Somewhere in between
the waking and the dream,
I can feel you close to me.

Just before times hands
reshape the desert sands,
I can feel you reach for me.

In the blink of tear stained eyes,
watching weary to the skies,
I can see you cry for me.

In the breaking of the dawn,
in the dew upon the lawn,
I can see you smile for me.

In the bright rays of the sun,
in the new day just begun,
I can feel you warming me.

In the beating of my heart,
that once was torn apart,
I can feel you healing me.

In the shadow of the past,
from the dawn unto the last,
I can hear you call for me.

As I take my last deep breath,
as I fear the grip of death,
will you please just wait for me?


Written by Darren Scanlon, April 2013.
This revised version written 15th March 2015.
©2015 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.
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