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 Dec 2012 Ruby Watson
Whiskurz
The sound of broken promises
Haunt my very soul
The chains of regret keep mocking me
By a spirit I can't console

Compassion cries out in silent screams
And doubt now feeds my fears
I'm drowning in this liquid pain
Made from a million tears

Silence filled with empty smiles
Second chances long since dead
Reprobate understanding
Filled with lonesome dread

Mistakes are now my only dream
They haunt me to my core
All my memories repossessed
I can't feel you anymore

This haunted love forever lingers
A stain my heart must wear
Everywhere my heart will look
Your spirit is waiting there
What good is peace if war is not a possibility.
Fool's gold though old men get to sit out while the young
are minced,vaporized.

                                              ­               Peace is a Noble aspiration and
well worth pursuing.  Meanwhile The warrior must stand firm
To allow peace to have a say. Wolves are at bay not by happenstance
but by design. The devil will take the hindmost but will catch hell from the foremost who will turn and unleash havoc
Even at the highest cost.
It has always been. That way.

SEMPER FI.
The night santa sack burst, for all my friends and poets
and please remember my life is in your hands.

Santa took off that day as he always did
not noticing the stiching of his sack was loose
casting presents as he went even santa did not see them fall
Boys got dolls
Girls got astro toys

Santa got back after a long night, after the eleve told him, put his hands on his head
and said.        OK man sorry that was my bag man.

Have a fab Christmas all and happy holidays from this man whom is called PAUL  ***
Love tempered in the fires of adversity

beaten upon the anvil of uncertainty

and forged in the furnaces of eternity

make the bonds no earthly force can break
I offered to catch you if you jumped

but you prefered

I jumped you if I could catch you.
 Dec 2012 Ruby Watson
wandabitch
yours and mine
don't call me on that besides,
you might not like me anymore.

i minest well brag, im 52
and i can honestly say i've never gone out on another woman.

I'm a one man woman, i go from one to the other,
i don't do that bouncing back and forth.

                                thing.

It all goes back to fear I thought, as I came back to my life.

              survival takes hold and we make a compromise,
              i'll do the work that has to be done,
              have to share the load of time.
Eleven days until Christmas
And twenty angels got their wings
Their families won't celebrate
All the joy that Christmas brings

Up in heaven, dear St. Peter
Met the twenty at the gates
He said "Welcome children I give you love...
though I'm sure it's not your date"

He checked the records for their names
And said "I'm sure that something's wrong"
"You all are here too early...
This is not when you belong"

An herald angel came on down
And told St. Peter, it was true
they were victims of a devil
Who did the evil that men do

One child, ventured forward
And she asked "what of us now"
St. Peter said "you'll help God"
"and I will show you how"

"The world will mourn your passing
You'll stay forever in the hearts
Of your friends and of your parents
And that's just for a start"

"You will stay forever here as angels"
"You will help with many things"
Eleven days until Christmas
And Twenty Angels got their wings.
Dedicated to the twenty public school children shot and killed in Newtown, Connecticut, USA earlier today (December 14), at Sandy Hook Public School. Princesses and Princes of New England....RIP
My father was a very good man
he spent most of his time as a printer
and providing for us well
christmas was fab time of year
after he gave up his job
in his later years
he became a
crossing officer
one day my dad came home and said to me
son i have gotten the sack
this i did not believe
although all the signs where there.
By the way did not tell you before but my top picture in my profile   Well That was my DAD.
Remember when

Needles and black vinyl...

were

such innocent things.
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