#wadelancaster - Hello Poetry

Once Upon A Time… I was a rock Strong and proud as rock may be Nothing could be more fulfilling than to be that rock When you are looked upon as the symbol of strength Always being that strength for all time How strong it feels to be the rock Over time I was eroded in a mere pebble All that could chisel me down came like a storm Everything that gave me strength was destroyed Sometimes even the rock needs something to lean on But the sands of the foundation That which once was my own rock Drifted away Down the hill to where it lay Tumbling down In a downward spiral Bashed to pieces I became just a pebble A concise pebble was me With full conscience Of my former self I lay now next to the grass And in time we became closer Yet again time was not the friend And the storms came and washed the grass down Down the hill myself I rolled As that foundation too was gone Fate as it be I found refuge next to the grass And the sand was kind It rolled gently beneath Now I covered and gave the root of my grass Sanctuary and a place to flourish And together we gave joy to each other Here on earth Looking at the wonderment of sky

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Aug 15, 2015

Aug 15, 2015 at 11:33 PM UTC

wade-lancaster

From a Rock To A Pebble

Once Upon A Time… I was a rock Strong and proud as rock may be Nothing could be more fulfilling than to be that rock When you are looked upon as the symbol of strength Always being that strength for all time How strong it feels to be the rock Over time I was eroded in a mere pebble All that could chisel me down came like a storm Everything that gave me strength was destroyed Sometimes even the rock needs something to lean on But the sands of the foundation That which once was my own rock Drifted away Down the hill to where it lay Tumbling down In a downward spiral Bashed to pieces I became just a pebble A concise pebble was me With full conscience Of my former self I lay now next to the grass And in time we became closer Yet again time was not the friend And the storms came and washed the grass down Down the hill myself I rolled As that foundation too was gone Fate as it be I found refuge next to the grass And the sand was kind It rolled gently beneath Now I covered and gave the root of my grass Sanctuary and a place to flourish And together we gave joy to each other Here on earth Looking at the wonderment of sky

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This is goodbye. I am going to try and forget you, to live my life without you. To not use you in my words, my writings, my songs. I am truly sorry about this "apostrophe." Certainly you had your place in my world. Many times you were there, for me, for many others too. You occur when a speaker breaks off from addressing the audience. And directs speech to an absent third party. Often it is a personified abstract quality or inanimate object which some absent or nonexistent person or thing is addressed as if present and capable of understanding. However, you keep me from writing positive words like "Can, Will, Have and Is", among others. I have come to realize, your best friend... "Not" is an important part of you. Still one should never discard even a part of a best friend, something you do, when you become part of speaking and writing. This may not be goodbye completely. Simple because you were taught to me to be a part of my words. I cannot blame teachers or writers. I can only blame myself. Nevertheless, I have the will to choose. Therefore, I will make every effort to remove you when I read. When I speak and when I think. I have that ability.

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Aug 15, 2015

Aug 15, 2015 at 11:13 PM UTC

wade-lancaster

Apostrophe

This is goodbye. I am going to try and forget you, to live my life without you. To not use you in my words, my writings, my songs. I am truly sorry about this "apostrophe." Certainly you had your place in my world. Many times you were there, for me, for many others too. You occur when a speaker breaks off from addressing the audience. And directs speech to an absent third party. Often it is a personified abstract quality or inanimate object which some absent or nonexistent person or thing is addressed as if present and capable of understanding. However, you keep me from writing positive words like "Can, Will, Have and Is", among others. I have come to realize, your best friend... "Not" is an important part of you. Still one should never discard even a part of a best friend, something you do, when you become part of speaking and writing. This may not be goodbye completely. Simple because you were taught to me to be a part of my words. I cannot blame teachers or writers. I can only blame myself. Nevertheless, I have the will to choose. Therefore, I will make every effort to remove you when I read. When I speak and when I think. I have that ability.

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When the night was still and quiet. And the sound of the blood rushing through my veins filled my ears, the only way to silence it, was to slip out into the night. AND like the hunter that spawned me, joined in the struggle for life and death, I was alone, unable. And those around me didn't understand, they shunned me, she cursed me, calling me vile names. I did not know why. Even now, do I know why I am driven? Why I cannot relent or repent or confess or abstain. How could I know, I have never been here before. And not one will lead me to that knowledge. Those feelings are still a part of me. These veins are still a part of me. I control them. They do not rule me. To fit in, it is demanded, to change the one part of me I cannot change. And because I cannot, I do. That too is the mark of a good man. What enemy must a warrior battle to be appreciated and not taken for granted? And as the blood, the love, is slowly drained from these veins, it is a painful death. My heart withered in my chest. My breath was taken away, no breath offered in return. Suffocating only because I am loyal, true and committed. I am becoming a shell of what was once a powerful man. Weakened in these arms. Beaten to submission. Pride removed, replaced by fear. Only fools have no fear. A broken man I am. What price, at what cost, is a place in the virtual worlds? Reality eludes the master. And the rope, the one I once held with honor, now binds me. As my feelings are pushed aside, like unsaid words, as sand in the eternal sea. Closer towards the cliffs I am pushed. Her appetite for destruction is never satisfied. Feeding it has removed my bones, only my spine supported this emptiness. With creativity in bondages, manipulate and conquer becomes a formidable weapon. Slicing away, layer by layer I became what it wished for me to be. Silence of tongue and emotionally tangled in the convoluted mind of misunderstanding... I lost strength from the ***** of a virtual reality, once I was ingenious but have been reduced to ingenuous.

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Aug 15, 2015

Aug 15, 2015 at 11:03 PM UTC

wade-lancaster

When the Night Was Still and Quiet

When the night was still and quiet. And the sound of the blood rushing through my veins filled my ears, the only way to silence it, was to slip out into the night. AND like the hunter that spawned me, joined in the struggle for life and death, I was alone, unable. And those around me didn't understand, they shunned me, she cursed me, calling me vile names. I did not know why. Even now, do I know why I am driven? Why I cannot relent or repent or confess or abstain. How could I know, I have never been here before. And not one will lead me to that knowledge. Those feelings are still a part of me. These veins are still a part of me. I control them. They do not rule me. To fit in, it is demanded, to change the one part of me I cannot change. And because I cannot, I do. That too is the mark of a good man. What enemy must a warrior battle to be appreciated and not taken for granted? And as the blood, the love, is slowly drained from these veins, it is a painful death. My heart withered in my chest. My breath was taken away, no breath offered in return. Suffocating only because I am loyal, true and committed. I am becoming a shell of what was once a powerful man. Weakened in these arms. Beaten to submission. Pride removed, replaced by fear. Only fools have no fear. A broken man I am. What price, at what cost, is a place in the virtual worlds? Reality eludes the master. And the rope, the one I once held with honor, now binds me. As my feelings are pushed aside, like unsaid words, as sand in the eternal sea. Closer towards the cliffs I am pushed. Her appetite for destruction is never satisfied. Feeding it has removed my bones, only my spine supported this emptiness. With creativity in bondages, manipulate and conquer becomes a formidable weapon. Slicing away, layer by layer I became what it wished for me to be. Silence of tongue and emotionally tangled in the convoluted mind of misunderstanding... I lost strength from the ***** of a virtual reality, once I was ingenious but have been reduced to ingenuous.

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If only you could see I am like a mimosa tree My branches you can climb My leaves will give you shade When my spring arrives My flowers you can see The aroma is only for you In the night My leaves close It is how I hold you within my arms In this way I exhale And you receive the oxygen For it enriches your blood And your heart becomes happy for it Dig into my roots They are dug into the soil of our togetherness Feel the richness Smell the earth Look upward towards the sky As the light of happiness Filters through If only you could see I am more than just a tree -- Wade Lancaster

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Aug 15, 2015

Aug 15, 2015 at 10:50 PM UTC

wade-lancaster

I am like a mimosa tree

If only you could see I am like a mimosa tree My branches you can climb My leaves will give you shade When my spring arrives My flowers you can see The aroma is only for you In the night My leaves close It is how I hold you within my arms In this way I exhale And you receive the oxygen For it enriches your blood And your heart becomes happy for it Dig into my roots They are dug into the soil of our togetherness Feel the richness Smell the earth Look upward towards the sky As the light of happiness Filters through If only you could see I am more than just a tree -- Wade Lancaster

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If you could hear me, there are things I could tell you: like my dreams, I was a branch and you were a bird and you built your nest and I gave you a home, and I was the bird and you were the worm and you wiggled beneath my lips and you nourished my body, and I became the worm and you were the dirt and I gave you warmth and guidance and quenched your thirst and then I was the dirt and you were a child and you shaped me into pies squished between your chubby fingers and I rested on your cheeks until I became the child and you became my pet and we danced in the rain and chased after the birds and you snuggled up to me next to a fire and we slept, and I became the pet and you were my owner and you fed me and gave me affection because I was loyal and then I became the owner and you became my love and we found ourselves in between clean sheets, damp with sweat and stripped naked and satisfied and the sun began to peak through our blinds and you became the sun and I turned into the moon and we’ll be immortalized day and night and you’ll fall in love with me every moment and I didn’t want to find myself in reality again, but when I woke I realized you were still there, kept in my heart and for now, that’s all I need until I want more and more comes with the future and the future will be our adventure—if you were listening, I would tell you all this so you could understand that I’m waiting: you’re my bird and I’m your branch.

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Aug 15, 2015

Aug 15, 2015 at 10:39 PM UTC

wade-lancaster

If Only You Could Hear Me

If you could hear me, there are things I could tell you: like my dreams, I was a branch and you were a bird and you built your nest and I gave you a home, and I was the bird and you were the worm and you wiggled beneath my lips and you nourished my body, and I became the worm and you were the dirt and I gave you warmth and guidance and quenched your thirst and then I was the dirt and you were a child and you shaped me into pies squished between your chubby fingers and I rested on your cheeks until I became the child and you became my pet and we danced in the rain and chased after the birds and you snuggled up to me next to a fire and we slept, and I became the pet and you were my owner and you fed me and gave me affection because I was loyal and then I became the owner and you became my love and we found ourselves in between clean sheets, damp with sweat and stripped naked and satisfied and the sun began to peak through our blinds and you became the sun and I turned into the moon and we’ll be immortalized day and night and you’ll fall in love with me every moment and I didn’t want to find myself in reality again, but when I woke I realized you were still there, kept in my heart and for now, that’s all I need until I want more and more comes with the future and the future will be our adventure—if you were listening, I would tell you all this so you could understand that I’m waiting: you’re my bird and I’m your branch.

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Do You… miss the way; I look into you eyes the way my fingers explore your skin the ear that listened how in me you had no fear the tender moments the kiss, soft and gentle teasing your lips holding hands in public doors that open a gentlemen dances in the rain peanut butter nutella meals prepared by me how i brushed your hair going down above your knees laughter that broke silence cuddling the recharge we need pictures of our adventures photos ****** shared walking around the home nothing but underwear traveling together, many places making love by moonlight wishing on that star one night looking into the mirror as the story unfolds dreams and promises and wishes forever these we hold … and then you awake… could this be… the one man of whom you dream? … then I awake… holding my pillow… I realized… I was the one who was dreaming

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Aug 14, 2015

Aug 14, 2015 at 3:15 AM UTC

wade-lancaster

Do You...

Do You… miss the way; I look into you eyes the way my fingers explore your skin the ear that listened how in me you had no fear the tender moments the kiss, soft and gentle teasing your lips holding hands in public doors that open a gentlemen dances in the rain peanut butter nutella meals prepared by me how i brushed your hair going down above your knees laughter that broke silence cuddling the recharge we need pictures of our adventures photos ****** shared walking around the home nothing but underwear traveling together, many places making love by moonlight wishing on that star one night looking into the mirror as the story unfolds dreams and promises and wishes forever these we hold … and then you awake… could this be… the one man of whom you dream? … then I awake… holding my pillow… I realized… I was the one who was dreaming

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