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"restly" poems
Oh, how when I consider how my life is spent It seems as though it is some sad tell told by some melancoly fool who never knew the meaning of life and never knew the way to a happy life. Oh, all through this sad live that I live I have ever been searching and hoping to find its true meaning like a man without a home who restly trods this earth for to know why he should ever live. Oh, I know that some great mind and some great heart conceived all that ever was and all that shall ever be. Oh, if my poor sad and forlorn heart could ever become one with that great heart and that great mind to know the love of all things. Oh, to love beyond all mortal words! Oh, for this I would gladly let this mortal life slip away between my fingers and my heart beat no more. Oh, how I know that the one who formed you and gave life to your lovely frame breathed into you a beauty beyond the beauty of all other created things and such a warm loving heart like the one that beats in his loving chest. Oh, and all the beauty upon the green hills of heaven I can see in your eyes and in your smile I know there is a wisdom beyond time. Oh, and I know that I shall never be the same again for you hold my heart in your hands and I have not the desire to escape from the bonds of love that hold me close. Oh, for who when they have ever seen such beauty that has come from the heavenly realm that makes all words dead upon the cold winter ground. Oh, can ever again be satisfied with this base and lowly earth. Oh, how I know that I shall be held captive by all the beauty that flows from your soul and all the music I hear that comes from your beating heart.
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Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 5:45 PM UTC
The music from your beating heart
Oh, how when I consider how my life is spent It seems as though it is some sad tell told by some melancoly fool who never knew the meaning of life and never knew the way to a happy life. Oh, all through this sad live that I live I have ever been searching and hoping to find its true meaning like a man without a home who restly trods this earth for to know why he should ever live. Oh, I know that some great mind and some great heart conceived all that ever was and all that shall ever be. Oh, if my poor sad and forlorn heart could ever become one with that great heart and that great mind to know the love of all things. Oh, to love beyond all mortal words! Oh, for this I would gladly let this mortal life slip away between my fingers and my heart beat no more. Oh, how I know that the one who formed you and gave life to your lovely frame breathed into you a beauty beyond the beauty of all other created things and such a warm loving heart like the one that beats in his loving chest. Oh, and all the beauty upon the green hills of heaven I can see in your eyes and in your smile I know there is a wisdom beyond time. Oh, and I know that I shall never be the same again for you hold my heart in your hands and I have not the desire to escape from the bonds of love that hold me close. Oh, for who when they have ever seen such beauty that has come from the heavenly realm that makes all words dead upon the cold winter ground. Oh, can ever again be satisfied with this base and lowly earth. Oh, how I know that I shall be held captive by all the beauty that flows from your soul and all the music I hear that comes from your beating heart.
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the pitch black night crawls over the dimly illuminated town the fireflies come out to play with silver star dust i creep out of the the restly silhouette of my house i have no flash light, no fire, i let the moon lead me thru the echos of night my shadow keeps me hidden well, cloaking me in silence the damp ocean air reanimates me the town is sleepy but i'm awake 3 in the morning has nothing on me
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Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 11:19 PM UTC
-Night Time-