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Peter Cullen Oct 2014
Every day, sluicing into the next,
watching as the world gets vexed.
People asking questions,
beginning to stand up.
The world it is a changing child.
As I watch you grow up.

There's now communication,
between the voiceless masses.
The greed of some ,becoming clear
as time falls and passes.
People asking questions,
beginning to rise up.
I just want a safe world child.
As I watch you grow up.

Men will fight, they always have,
its written in the stars.
But they can't divide,
or try to hide.
The truth that's in our hearts.
Always ask those questions,
and son always stand up
for what is right, against what's wrong.
As I watch you grow up.
Peter Cullen Oct 2014
Autumns leaves fell heavy,
like the weight that fell upon your soul.
And I'm so sorry for you,
so sorry that I didn't know.
Words we shared together,
always looking, searching for that peace.
Something that's so hard to find,
I hope you have it now at least.

And all those words you left us,
your train of thought,
forever there.
The honesty within them,
will shine my friend,
forever there.

That honesty within you
  shines forever
with how you cared.





"Gonna miss ye buddy
You were a true light"
"God bless you and little Anais,
you'll be in my thoughts"

#forsusie
Peter Cullen Sep 2014
The weather feathers slowly,
then it drives,
the honey bees,
from their well built hive.
Movement, that's natural with rhyme.
moments, forever cast in time.
The swaying, the humming of the swarm.
Forever living, while it still feels warm.
Pollinating for a desperate world,
forgetting all the lessons there to learn.
Buzzing bout the latest shiny things,
forgetting bout the summers birds,
all the songs they sing.
Then there comes the winter and the snow
The humming gone for one more year..............
lets hope it returns.
Peter Cullen Sep 2014
The melting *** and rolled up snot,
gathered,
underneath the tables.

That old high stool,
that graced this fool,
was winning,
willing,
always able!

A tender ear,
tendering!
with his shillings for a smile.
That tenderness, he always sought,
but was never! gonna find.

The dreams that seemed so reachable,
always after one more glass.
The moments that he longed for,
moments that had long since passed.

Every man must faulter.
Live in the shadows,
shadows cast.
Those moments that he longed for,
hidden,
  lost upon his path.
Peter Cullen Sep 2014
Someday we will be strong enough,
to right the wrongs that we made wrong.
Someday we will be whole again,
with all the birds and all their songs.

Those evanescent visions ,
that seem to seep through all thats done,
waiting like a blade of corn,
reaching, leaning to the Sun.

The light, long there before our breath,
before the things that we regret.
Shining then and shining now
shining before we knew how.

How to deal with right or wrong?,
sitting underneath that Sun.
One of many,
our Sun  it shines!,
as we all try to define.
One of many,
let it burn!
Cosmically,
as we all learn.
Peter Cullen Aug 2014
In the safety of the shade.
The shadow seekers plot their way.
Thread their course, a careful road.
Hiding from the truths they own.
In the darkness, where they rest,
ruffled feathers in the nest.
Afraid to fly
Afraid to soar,
relying on what shun before.
The light that graced,
that first sweet day.
The light that faded, as they aged.
Dulled by structures on the road,
built by men, to be sold.
In their shadows,
now they live,
living off the crumbs they give.
In the shadows,
in the shade.
The shadow seekers find a way.
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