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It will forever   '     rain    '
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in my heart    ☂     '       '  ☂     '   '
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as long as you are gone   ☂

How do you measure
The worth of a man

Is it in all the work
He does with his hands
Or in those he knows
He counts on as friends
Is it in how he finishes
Is it how he begins
Is it in how he fly's
Or in how he lands
Is it his trust in God
When he doesn't understand
Is it when the odd's say he can't
But he still feels that he can
Is it where he draws the line
And where he makes his stand
Or how he reacts
When there's nothing left

Is this how you measure
The worth of a man

If someone says, “And time stood still,”
Consider him an imbecile.
Time creeps, it flies, it disappears,
It changes seconds into years,
Consumes our life,
Each passing day,
And woe the soul
That’s in its way.

Time marches on, as if to war
Countless battles fought before
Why do we refuse to yield?
Lay down our helmet, sword, and shield
Is it so hard
For us to see
That time will claim
The victory?

Time overpowers the strongest men,
And laughs at those who try in vain,
To conquer time, for they will die
Not knowing when, or how, or why
Yes, we will die
While time endures
Time mourns no life
Not mine, not yours.

Time humbles strong, and kills the weak,
It laughs at those who dare to speak,
As if they understand its goal,
Time will extract its rightful toll.
No money spent
Can slow time down.
Time will have
The rich King’s crown.
Phil Lindsey 4/23/15

There's a battle that I am constantly in
Between poetry and reasoning
Most times before I even begin
Poetry wins

This battle is not fought with guns and knives
But with the constant bombardment of verses and rhymes
Attacking every corner of my fragile mind
Forcing me over to its poetic side

Where I'll live out my days as a prisoner of war
With poetry's guards watching the door
With no comfort for me as I carry the torch
Where once again poetry wins if your keeping score

i've got a humming bird heart
that flutters back and forth
whenever it's startled by
loves slightest noise

fancy's itself
as being free
but is always drawn back
to it's basic needs

this humming bird heart
flutters back and forth
always in search of
what it does not know

if it does not know
what it does not have
then how long can this
humming bird heart last

i've got a humming bird heart
that fly's on the wind
most times settles on nothing
then fly's off again

this humming bird heart
all it want's is to feed
from one point to another
and all points in between

taking for granted
the sweetness it craves
this humming bird heart
gives so much away

Loving you reminded
Me of a lightning strike;
Metoric, powerful, and fierce.
Everytime your skin
Brushed mine,
It felt like you
Sent billions of volts
Of electricity through
my body  
Leaving no nerve untouched.
Your fingertips shocked my skin
Everytime you put your
Hands on me,
Leaving intricate scars
Across my body.
Your kisses stung, but I craved them.
You were dangerous,
Yet wondrous.  
And I was drawn to you.


                               B.S.

In wilderness, I wait for her—
Flocks of wildfowl are landing,
I watch the sun as it saunters,
Ice starts to form on cold lake.
By smoldering fire, I cannot keep
Warm, embers die in plain night,
Only dreams are comfort as I lie
And when I wake the sun is gone.