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Philomena Sep 24
"If I gave you my hand would you take it
And make me the happiest man in the world
If I told you my heart couldn't beat one more minute without you, girl
Would you accompany me to the edge of the sea
Let me know if you're really a dream
I love you so, so would you go with me"
If I asked you
Where would you choose to go,
if given the opportunity to time travel

Past or future

Well,
I used to think
Is that even a question
Of course the future.

What's in the past?
Nothing useful.
And you won't get anything from there.

Better see the future.
You can earn some money.
And you will know something which you didn't before.
I could become the most powerful person on earth with that.

But now that I have grown a bit.
It seems much easier to dwell on the past.
The beautiful moments I had,
Which would never come back.
I wish I could relive them forever.

Like when I was laughing with my friends
So hard, that my stomach started paining,
My eyes won't stop watering.
I felt like I would explode out of joy.


When my mom was feeding me with her hands,
The love and warmth of her fingers,
Making the food extra delicious.
It was the best food I ever had.

When I went for a walk with my dad,
He usually doesn't talk much.
But that day he was putting his efforts to look for something to talk about.
For once he showed me that he cares.
We walked holding hands in hands.
It felt like the safest place on earth to be.

When I was reading the poem,
Written by my brother as my birthday gift.
It was so wonderful.
Full of all the stories we had for whole our lifetime.
The crazy spelling mistakes,
And that almost unreadable handwriting,
Made it even better
I cried and cried,
Tears full of love, emotions, guilt and much more.
I knew I could give my life for this little fellow of mine.

When I would walk with this guy,
Holding hands,
We would talk for hours,
Never really reaching to an end.
All the fights and melodrama,
Then going back to normal,
Only to fight again,
But the fights were beautiful and so was the drama.
I could fight the world for him.

Alas! Too bad!
The future can't bring those feelings back to me,
Those times ,
Where I felt like I should die right now because I am so happy,
And I would never be like that again.
When I felt l was floating in the air,
Out of those emotions.

So I choose to go to the past,
No matter how stupid it sounds.
I would like to be there,
Forever and ever.

Even after I die
You can find me there
Living In those moments
When I was so happy that I wanted to die at that moment.
Johnny walker Aug 31
I gaze upon the darkened sky I see planes traveling near and far to where they go
I'll never know
to
somewhere carried on the wind where will they be
tomorow
For this I'll never know
while stuck here feet firmly on
the ground people up there I'll never know I'll never get the chance to
fly
only In my dreams
Far to old much to late to close to heavens gate I am but
If I had one
last chance I'd be somewhere up there high traveling on the
wind
I'm writing this
From the top of the hill
Black berries in my palm
Thinking of you
Maybe you'll think of me
Up in your room
Barred off from the world
A twisted fairytale
But we aren't Rapunzel
We aren't Disney quality
Who wants a homoflexible prince
And a purple haired queen
Besides your hair
Isn't quite that long
And I don't own a horse
But I do have some letters from you
And you have some from me
Maybe I'll travel around today
And see if you got back to me
I hope you did because I miss
Everything about you dear
I hope you might just
Think of me sometimes
When times get tough
And words aren't enough
I can be your rock to hold you up
And I can be you anchor
To keep you grounded
You can be my muse
The subject of all my dreams
We can be a lot of things
Rapunzel is not one of them
200th poem. Cool or pitiful? Undecided.
There have times before I met my wife to be I've lived outside In all kinds
of weather with just a sleeping bag folded on my back
Those days I exsprienced
what people would call freedom beholden to no one but myself free to travel where and when ever I wanted
to
Finding anywhere to lay my head at night that might be a hedgerow field or perhaps some sandy beach sitting watching the sun go down over the beautiful
sea
Then to fall asleep under the vastness of the sky stars for all to see and gently drift to sleep with the sound of the sea that's what freedom Is all about living free no pressures that's what freedom
was to
me
I often wonder what you'd think
If you ever really saw me
And I often think
You'd be disappointed
Johnny walker Jul 23
Oh God how I miss her
never thought for a
moment Helen would be taken away from me the love of my life
my
beautiful wife and mother to our son well time has moved on since my sweetheart been
gone
but as for me life has stood still It's like I'm In between the past and the present 
time that hasn't moved on for I'm  locked In a time
warp
but not really wanting to move on for I'm  happy with Helen even though she's gone still feelher with
me
For our love so strong
even In death our bond will never be broken together In this life just
as In death
like
Siamese twins that couldn't ever  be parted joined together forever nothing could break the promise made to each
other
Johnny walker Jul 23
Oh God how I miss her
never thought for a
moment Helen would be taken away from me the love of my life
my
beautiful wife and mother to our son well time has moved on since my sweetheart been
gone
but as for me life has stood still It's like I'm In between the past and the present 
time that hasn't moved on for locked In a time
warp
but not really wanting to move on for happy with Helen even though she's gone still feel her with
me
For our love so strong
even In death our bond will never be broken together In this life just
as In death
like
Siamese twins that couldn't ever  be parted joined together forever nothing could break the promise made to each
other
I had spent most of life searching for my one
true love and all time
she was no more than
a street
away
How cruel life can be
for fate kept us waiting
what seemed like an
eternity In my last days at
school the year was  
1968
I didn't know then this
pretty school girl who
would come down to my school at break times tuck her
skirt Inside
her
pants
would do handstands up
at the railing around my
class room showing of her loverly legs for all to see many
later she would become
my wife
and she would give birth
to our son this pretty girl who loved to tease how strange life
Is often cruel but sometimes kind and I'm grateful for the school girl
who became my
wife
Johnny walker Jun 20
Still sat drinking my coffee and watching people pass
me by as If I'm not really there and In truth I'm probably
not
for I don't really mind I'm happy to be this way for If can't have my wife back
than I'm more than happy
to live this
way
Other people passing me by
so many different stories of where they come from and where are they heading so
its would be nice to
know
So I don't mind them passing me as If I'm not there for I have a freedom to do just what please with no pressure of life on me for I am
free
Through my loss I've gained a sort of freedom Its not the way I chose It to be but that's how how It Is
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