"lmr" poems
It was the coldest day of fall, when leaves crowded the sidewalks to listen to the whispering wind that carried them past the trees they left bare.
A silouette of chain links stood ***** before the orange brick vacancy that filled the void left by an urban architects crumbled dreams
It was the coldest day of fall, the coldest day of all to past, forever October will last while the monocole of the seasonal sun stares you down daring you to look past
A silouette of chan links where my old man used to drink, but thats all in the past. Forever October will last. The seasonal sun beams to you. Thank everything beautiful and true. Your days of struggle are through.
R.I.P. LMR 1954-2014
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 1:05 PM UTC
I knew an angel, and i was saved
I am my own worst enemy, but by grace i was spared
I've made mistakes, for which you have paid
Not for something in return, but just to make sure i was okay
So many things i never asked, so many things you forgave
The prototype of grace, who i strive to be like someday
Forgive me for my wrongs, you always did me right
Even though i am at war, you fought to end the fight
God help me, help me to never forget those days
When i knew an angel, and i was saved
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 1:16 PM UTC