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I promised to quit counting the days
Yet you've filled my mind this morning

I just wanted to say I'm sorry
I hurt you and never meant to
Your life got thrown into chaos
I never accepted responsibility
For the part I played in it

You meant a lot to me
I hope you cared about me too
Please don't hate me
But if you do, I do too
I can bear it

You'll never read this, Taylor
or the other ones I've written for you
but
I just wanted to say I'm sorry
This wasn't how it was supposed to go
//On love//
Slowly my imagination fades
That creative side of yesterday
I bid farewell with kiss goodnight
Sadly I've lost my poetic sight

Oh but I remember when
The words would come
And have no end
An expression of wounds
The darkness within
But even the poet
Must someday mend
Traveler Tim
They’ve said
If you write down
your problems
they might disappear ,
Wishful thinking
I tell you.
She writes
no one noticed
She screams
no one heard
She’s drowning
in herself
no one notice
her struggles
she feels like
she doesn’t belong
not a thing going her way
not a **** thing
She’s too full of life
too half live
She’s too full of love
to be half loved
Her heart fighting a raw pain
no one understand
no one even care to notice...
She’s an entire earthquake
confined in her own prison
of her skins
bones as bars
pretty flesh planted feet
waiting for someone to notice
the soil beneath her feet
is breaking...
Pretty face
so perfect in every way
yet no one notice
the sky above her head
is falling
no exit doors
nowhere to run
she can no longer hide
her pieces are falling
into darkness
though the lights are bright
within the dark roads
of a beautiful soul


Can you See her now ?
TIME TO SAVE THE WORLD!
 Oct 2018 Henessy J Beltre
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Someone asked me to describe home,
And i let my thoughts roam,
It had a really nice view,
because i was describing you.

They must’ve expected wallpaper and a violin,
But they got freckles and tanned skin,
They said no what about the light,
I said its more about the sight.

I won’t stop talking about your new perfume,
I get stopped and asked about my room,
I realized they wanted me to describe a window frame,
But the first thing on my tongue was your name.
The blue around the setting moon
Soft and peacock - gone too soon
The furnace sun of this late June
Chases night - will be its doom
But birds are cheerfully singing tunes.

Marble scuttles - fearful orb
She knows the Sun to be her lord
Exiting, as it were, toward
The far horizon ... She's absorbed.

The Suns small victory recognized
By the blush of eastern skies
They are distant - far and high
They don't ever question why.

Don't think it strange... It isn't odd

It's all been arranged by God.
In complete awe of God and His Creation!
There was once a little boy
Without a friend
without a toy

A little girl who's gone astray
Without a guide
she lost her way

A man who walked
the desert sand
Lost within a foreign land

There was a lady who was lost
Wandering to count the cost

The way was hidden,
did not show
They all had no place to go

Suddenly they heard a sound
Puzzled, they all looked around

There was a lizard on a rock
To their amazement it could talk!

Here I am! The lizard said
Right here in this rocky bed!

Meet me here,
Come one, come all!
Hear me as I make this call!

Come see what I have in store
You won't be lonely anymore!

They listened to their
lizard brother
Come to find they met each other!

They made new friends
Were not alone
Due to that lizard on a stone.
I'm making silver and copper lizards that are wrapped around some semi-precious stones as jewelry. I'm going to sell them at a street fair and at swap meets. This little poem will be included with the sale of the jewelry.

I apologize for not being around. Life has been very difficult for me lately. And I've had to make a decision as to what I'm going to do to make money above and beyond my social security disability. Since I'm handicapped it's hard for me to get around. So I'm going to work from home. I hope I can be back around soon. Take care!

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