Your verbal volcano, ash falls like tainted snow.

You left me staring skyward, grey-streaked tears.

My smothered heart, entrusted to you in escrow.

All your late night exits put on quite a roadshow.

Left alone again in love, what an oxymoron.

Your verbal volcano, ash falls like tainted snow.

I looked for help, there best advice was to lie low.

One look at your broken smile, intoxicating, here we go again.

My smothered heart, entrusted to you in escrow.

This so-called love is a choke hold, will you ever let go.

Your loves a noose, my necks on the line and you're the rope.

Your verbal volcano, ash falls like tainted snow.

Said you love me more than life, but that your dead inside though.

Ironically, only you can save me, heal my soul, set me free.

My smothered heart, entrusted to you in escrow.

You're my bad habit, you're the hurt I'm in love with, who knows.

You shake things up good, but leave me broken inside.
Your verbal volcano, ash falls like tainted snow.

My smothered heart, entrusted to you in escrow.

My dearest love why did you run from me, when my heart only raced for you.

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Gazing through the window at generations of flowers in the garden of her long-departed youth.

The pendulum of time passes in consonance with the rocking of her chair until she smiles her last breath.

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If I looked away from everyone who gossips I’d be pretty flipping lonely. Besides how would I shave every morning?

The empty stare, beyond what's there.
The mind’s eye seems to draw me there.  

To a place of peace and a place of calm.
In a world where something must be wrong.

Oh how I long to guide you through.
This tunnel vision point of view.

Within my mind’s eye I see you there.
What others perceive as a cold blank stare.




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I don't like to use the word hate, but busybody worker bees who micro-analyze what other people do or don't do, **** me off.

We're all different and have our own quirky personalities. I see those who single people out in so-called social circles. They don't fool me with their classic misdirection. Trying to hide and mask their own insecurities and weirdness. All to ensure that they fit in with the so-called norm.

I'm weird and I wear it like a three-piece suit, and you know what? I'm looking good! Attention all you circles, clicks, and social groups. I'll keep being me. If that puts me on the outside looking in, then so be it for that's where my freedom dwells.

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It was as if only yesterday...

The endless sounds of rippling water passing me by.

Birds whistling a soothing song that all is well.

A gentle breeze rustling the leaves above and the grasses below.

The smell of earth, air and water filling my lungs.

Exhaling my troubles onto the gentle river and watching them float away.

I miss yesterday...

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Your mood rippled across the room, my confession of love came way too soon.

How do I compose words to describe, the beauty behind those saddened eyes.

She said her happiness was not meant to be, nothing I said or did could set her free.

She said her leaving was never my fault, just another notch upon her hearts vault.

Deep down I knew she would never stay, so I watched her slowly walk away.


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There once was a boy who found a magnificent tree, standing alone in a field of wild flowers and green grasses. He circled its trunk with his hand gently touching its weathered and aging bark. "I will climb you one day." He announced to its branches. "If I could only grow but a few extra inches!"

He returned to the tree nearly every day that summer. Time seemed to slow to a crawl, something that can only be experienced in ones youth. Oh how his imagination took him on fantastic adventures, of pirates and treasures of heroes and villains. Secret missions around the world and rockets to mars.

On the last day of summer he played on well past dinner. From the edge of the field he could hear his dad calling. Dejectedly he sauntered back home with his hands in his pockets, glancing back at his unconquered mountain of branches.

As seasons changed so did the boy. Eventually he became tall enough to scale its branches but would  merely stare fondly at the tree in passing. Wanting to fit in and please his friends as they were not interested in some old tree in an otherwise empty lot. Patiently the tree waited with its roots firmly planted deep in the field of his subconscious.

The tree stood alone once more as the hands of time moved forward. Then this boy became a man, leaving his childhood behind in search of success and to make his mark in the world. His boyhood adventures slowly drifting away down the river of memories in his mind.  

Years went by like days on a calendar and he found himself with a family of his own. Yet there still remained a longing for his childhood home. So became the first of many summer vacations with his parents in his boyhood home. Who were more than happy to have their grandson echo the walls with the sounds of cherished memories, seemingly only yesterday.

His son slept in his old room and compared his height with markings on the wall. He played with his old toys and had adventures in the yard. The son unknowingly chasing the shadows of his fathers past.

One day his son ran in the house asking to play in a nearby field.  "The one with the huge tree in the middle." He announced, as he bounced up and down with excitement. His father smiled and said "I don't see why not. You know, I remember playing there when I was your age. " off he ran as his father grinned and became lost in thought as memories began to rise to the surface like roots in search of water.

His boy ran through the field towards the towering tree. Like father like son he wheeled his imagination of dinosaurs and rocket ships and missions to the stars. Without a care he hopped and twirled and zipped around its trunk.

The light of day began to wane, marking the end of another day. His father walked to the edge of the field about to call him home but hesitated when he noticed his son jumping desperately trying to reach the lowest branches to no avail. As he watched, memories of his former self tugged at him like a child demanding his attention.

So instead he began to walk through the field, all the while holding out his arms allowing the wild grasses to tickle the palms of his hands. The closer he got to the tree the more he felt like the boy he left behind so many years ago.

"Looks like you could use a little help." He said to his son, then proceeded to climb the tree that patiently waited so long for his return. A boyhood giggle escaped from his mouth as he reached down offering his hand like an olive branch to his youth. His son smiled from ear to ear as he was lifted up to grab the nearest limb
  As the sun set they sat beside each other within this seemingly wizened old tree both knowing this was a special moment, a moment they would never forget...

Come out of your shell but don’t throw by the wayside what’s there to protect you.

I know hurt, I’ve experienced that pain
Burns of betrayal like tears of acid rain

Scars compared to rings on trunks of trees
Denotes all the years but not all the fees

Quell those wounds with lyrical outlets
Dropping words like a proverbial gauntlet

Don't water those planted seeds of doubt
Let's plow them over and throw them out

Above each day, conquering all one's  fears
Let hope be our tour guide, a new frontier

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Continually mesmerized by the mirror of his past, the sands of time slowly slipped through his fingers. Lost, left only to reflect on all his life’s what-ifs.

Tiny flower all alone, grows before an unmarked stone. Fallen soldier with no name, because of this no one came.

Tiny flower how you’ve grown, spread before this unmarked stone. Fallen pedals in lieu of tears, each one denotes a passing year.

Tiny flowers surround this stone, the only spot that you have grown. People stop to ponder why, overwhelmed by grief they begin to cry.

Tiny flower thanks to you, this stone is marked with the sight of you. Fallen soldier rest in peace, for your forgotten years have finally ceased.

If a flower blossoms at the edge of a forest and no one stops to admire it... Is it still beautiful?

Awakened by the wind howling against my pane.
I lean against the window frame and stare with much disdain.

Swish! Swish! Comes the rain in waves down the lane.
Awakened by the wind howling against my pane.

Trees wildly dancing contorted from the strain.
Scrape! Scrape! Go the branches on walls of our domain.

Squeak! Squeak! Frantically spins the rooster weather vane.
Awakened by the wind howling against my pane.

Back to the warmth of my bed where I’ll gladly stay detained.
All attempts at drifting off to sleep will surely be in vain.

Looking up watching you fondly under the moonlight, I prayed this moment would last for all eternity.
But your radiance could not be anchored. Therefore I stood witness to the birth of a shooting star. As I watched your glow fade across the horizon I bid my love farewell.

A river of moments pulses through our veins.
Held down solely with anchors and chains.

Life keeps rolling forward, drifting by and by.
As time carries on we continue to try.

Water rises and quickens with inexorable rains.
Rapids bring wisdom our souls collect and attain.

With it faith to drop anchor open our wings and fly.
Steering with heartstrings in the firmament skies.


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She kept her heart tucked away between the pages of her favourite book. Now it's just a frail and brittle footnote in a departing love story.

Oh fallen flower, how your colour burns more brightly ensconced upon this  weathered pew.  Fate, it seems has brought you to this resting place to soften its callus surface. Though your time left upon this crag is fleeting, your place is here and now.


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Dear Robin Redbreast make your nest.
In wait for the mild wind from the west.

Gust ruffled feathers from tail to crest.
Dear Robin Redbreast make your nest.

Soon laying eggs with spotted blue shells.
Then fiercely guarded from whence they dwell.

Dear Robin Redbreast make your nest.
With the colour of spring upon thy vest.

The constellations command awe and respect.
With you that and more I will always protect.

Shooting stars travel in firmament skies.
Bursting within your heavenly eyes.

A lightening bolt through the body is far to much.
But I feel it’s jolt with your every touch.

The phosphorus glow of the moon casts a sliver of light.
It’s hue guides our bodies long into the night.

I try and walk in someone else’s shoes, regardless of the size of their feet.

Realize your worth without short-changing those around you.

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If you are bitter you are like a dry leaf that crumbles with the slightest touch and gets blown away by a whirlwind of hate. Only forgiveness can calm the storm raging inside your heart...


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Choices or challenges in life regardless of their outcome should be viewed as stepping stones to a wiser and more beautiful you.

The more you’ve been through the more aware and sensitive you become of the hardships others might be facing hidden behind forced smiles.

Sadly not everyone is able to handle or overcome hurdles they are presented with in their lives, by mental illness or by sheer circumstance.

Those of us that have been blessed with the strength and fortitude to overcome must remind ourselves daily that there are those that may need that one act of kindness, a strand of hope to face another day.

Hope can be a powerful thing but only for those who know it’s there. Some need a helping hand to see it, find it and grasp it.

Hope... I pray I never lose sight of it and if I should that there will be someone like you with a kindness of heart impossible to ignore to pluck me from the shadows.

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If the ride to heaven was on our halo, we’d all be going to hell.

Blank pages from my diary rustling near the window by my bed.

Soon to be weighed down by words I’ve not yet said.

My dreams unwanted memories my thoughts are bleeding red.

Imprisoned by my heartbreak red ink to paper bled.

I’d reach out to you but you're so **** crusty.
I remember when you were colourful and full of life.
I kept my distance because even then you were a *****...



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Come sit with me alone in my silence,
my dark and faceless friend.
Some moments your larger than life,
but then you shrink away from view.
     You have no memories or worries, you have no soul.
I hate that I’m jealous of such, just a shadow of a man.

Words
Not spoken
Between the lines
When pain builds inside
Indite

Why is it people bite off more than their willing to chew?

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