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I hear your voice pound through my head
Even though you're barely dead
Here and gone like summer heat
Your voice still rocks me fast asleep
Take my dreams to a safer place
Where I can touch your lovely face
Where I can embrace you one moment more
I still remember when you walked out the door
If I'd had known that was the last
I would have never let you pass
But now you're gone and I'm alone
Still waiting for you call,
My eyes haven't left the phone
Her voice may be as loud as a lion.
Her glare may be sharp as a knife.
But she is your queen and your Zion.
So love and respect her for life.

Her youth may be hiding behind the moon,
And her figure no longer a peach.
But let your love create a lasting tune
Like the sound of waves on the beach.

She is your wife.
So love her for life.

She is your darling queen.
Thus, place her beneath no other.
She is your royal diadem to be seen.
So place her above even your mother.

She is your wife.
So respect her for life.

Brothers, leave and cleave.
Proudly honor your gift from above.
Cherish your woman until they all believe
That you two are one because of love.

She is your wife.
So esteem her for life.

Copyright 2012
I hope you're happy.
I hope that you're always fighting to be happy.
I hope that every time you fall,
you recover, and you quickly discover that it's
never over.

I hope you smile then you frown.
that when you're climbing, you forget not to look down
I hope you have plenty of food to eat
And people to greet.
but I hope it cuts you deep,
when you lay down at night, alone, to sleep.
I hope to know one day,
that you walk through rooms of people
and you don't know what to say.

I hope that I am the wrinkles in the bedsheets and
the gentle morning rain.
I hope you remember their pain.
for we will not be forgotten with a shrug,
even when you say it's not but dust,
swept under the rug.

I hope you lead a busy life.
one of hope and constant strife.
I don't want you to bleed,
I just want you to know need.
I hope you work hard to gather what you've got
but that what you're searching for stays
forever in your blind spot.

I want to know that you have wept.
that for weeks you haven't slept.
I want you to see other people full of glee
yet you can't understand why they don't lend a hand.
I know you love, and that you lie.
but I hope that you learn what it is to see a loved one die.
A letter I wrote but never sent
anything but love,
he begged,
I love her too
much.
The girl was red,
all fire and heart
the boy was blue,
sad from the start

time drew them close,
their worlds were collided
what came next
new colors they provided

it shone so brightly
what they painted anew
like lavender, like violet
such a deep purple hue

life became yellow
like the sand and the sun
no time for hardships
when life is so fun

settling down nicely
yellow became green
small house, three children
peaceful and serene

Green became brown
like bark on a tree
their bones grew brittle
it was harder to see

Age made them weaker, but
their love was still strong
impossible to stop
this halcyon song

Yet all turned black
with a note from a doctor
“Five months.” he’d said
this time he had locked her

They sat in still silence
not saying a word
at this mortal news
for which they’d just heard

Weeks went on
they wept in dark dyes
a song interrupted
by soft subtle cries

It was then they decided
not to end their song sung
not wade in blue shadows
but live life as young

Black shot to yellow
in the blink of an eye
they danced and they laughed
and flew through the sky

When the time came
for her to lay down to rest
it was not a sad day
it was one of the best

This symphony of colors
which he had played such a part
had flipped his world round
painted red, his blue boy’s heart

He joined her shortly
his world turned white
and nothing could dull it
as he walked into night.
 Oct 2012 Vinod Padarat
Ellie
You are perfect with your imperfections,
You are the one I want to be.
You make me aspire to do things,
You are a role - model for me.

You are kind, you are smart,
You're lovable and free.
It seems you've unlocked the door to perfection,
Please can I borrow the key?

Not only only that, but you have been blessed with looks,
And a heart as pure as the sea.
I love you for being you,
But I despise you for being better than me.

I think you are wonderful - don't get me wrong,
I am just being a pain in the knee.
Don't worry your flawless perfect face,
It is just me being me.

This is what I thought of you,
Until I could see...
That you have problems too,
Just like everyone - and me.

This has taught me not to judge,
Where as I am now able to see.
I am no longer blind in stubbornness,
So thankyou for being patient with me.
For Maegan. Thankyou for being you. I can't describe it, but it is impossible for me to be mad around you. You make me feel like all my worries have been washed away. I really treasure our friendship.
Is it a rebound or simply love at first sight?
Thinking about that one person all day and night.
Emotions are flowing throughout your cores
waiting for the day for them to be yours.
People afraid of being rejected, hurt or overlooked
but when you see that one person you become instantly hooked.
Breakups and heartbreak were once a strife
now accepted as a part of life.
A stranger is just an un-introduced friend.
Can be in your life for a second or until the end.
Staying with the familiar doesn’t make sense
It can be the very reason you become tense.
People are attracted to the weird and strange
so that one stranger can help make that change.
Something that’s strange is needed by all
So once you have it don’t let it fall
If you meet a stranger just give them a chance
Cuz the strangest thing in this life, is romance.
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