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Mark Tilford Oct 4
hot turns to cold
this is getting old
it's out of control
which ever way the wind blows
we both go
again
the craziness we cannot let go
what is there  to hold
the things that have been told

hide and go seek
keeps us at our peak
the slips
the love that occasionally leaks

two freaks
the hand print
left on my cheek
the mean streak
makes us complete

week to week
when things seems bleak
does not make us weak

the games
i blame
you blame
there is no shame
we both came

tame
not our claim to fame

the games
will never change
not our strange
we never stay estranged

the games
the power
the desire

we play
the games
Mark Tilford Oct 4
if i
could to do it all over again
where would I begin

if i
had to run another race
could i make to the end

if i
changed my pace
could my path be traced

if i
left this place
so much i would not care to replace

if i
should die
i hope everything i was told
was not a lie

if i
am a alone
i will find my comfort at home

if i
cry
real tears will come from my eyes

if i
say goodbye
so much that could imply

if i
fall
i would stand up tall

if i
am headstrong
i would admit i was wrong

if i
know you
know me too

if i
or when i
sin
i would have to look deep within

if i
could change this world
so much would be unfurled

if i
had to hide
would that not be lie

if i
am me
there would be
no need
than to be any other
than
me

if i
Mark Tilford Sep 17
You
You
Are who you are
Because of you
Not
Because of someone wanting
you to be

You
and
only you control your
fate
Be who and what you
are
meant to be

You
!!
Mark Tilford Sep 13
a tear
from fear
will not disappear

through the pain
a constant
year

to the cheek
adhering
wiping
it smears

another tear
this fear
sincere
wiping, it too
smears

another
another
and
another

fear
those things
i do not want to hear
may i wake in a year
to the tears disappeared

a cry
of defiance
in silence
the fear

a tear

in the constant voices
i hear
brings
the fear
a tear

labouring for life
my conscious spirit
fears
shown in

a tear
Mark Tilford Aug 17
That make us cry

Why do they try
What do they imply
How do we reply
After we realize
Justify
Hide
Or
Lie

What's the gain
Pain
Pretty **** lame
What's the game
Where is the shame
Go ahead and blame
In their name
It's all the same

The lies
It's in the eyes
That cries
Why
Why
We die
Will not rectify

Cover blown
Known
Their *** is grown
He that throws the first stone
Do not throw a bone
Rather be alone

The lies
That makes us cry

Look them dead in the eyes

Goodbye

!!
Mark Tilford Aug 13
(she pulls the curtains back)

the rain
hitting the window pane
the widow
her head slopes
clearing her throat
seeing the tree
recalls her screams
remembering him hanging from the rope
how he had lost all hope
still no blame
in speaking his name
all the anger is hers to bare
as she silently recites
the lords prayer

the rain stops hitting the window pane
she whispers his name

(she pulls the curtains close)

#suicideisnottheanswer
#withitsomuchpain
Mark Tilford Aug 13
Should we slow the pace
Stop the race
Accept the changes in the face
Fill space
with grace
Take time to enjoy the place

Look at someone face to face
Take to the embrace  
No need to be alone
Be comfortable, home
Love, grown

Forgive the sins
What has been
Stop the spin

No more lies
Cries

What have we lived for
Where has the time gone
Gone
A con
A picture drawn
A pawn
Something to dwell on
But
We go on
Keep on

Do we do it right
Keep up the fight
For what might
Despite

The answers
Being the dancer

Who is the killer
Who will pull the trigger
Is there something bigger

Is there something against us
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