By Your Side
You gently lay your head,
My shoulder for a pillow.
My heart flies,
I love it so.
But still I hurt inside.
I know it cannot last
And I must say goodbye.
In a month I'm back to school.
Today I sit,
Lonely by your side.
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You can wish and wait all you like,
but never reach your dream.
"When you wish upon a star . . ."
this is what it means.
To long for something of this world
trusting something so far away.
Your thoughts will hardly reach the sky
and fall back to the clay.
Wishing has no power o'er life,
you need something that does.
Put your faith in God above,
who showers you with love.
He hung the stars and knows your heart,
He'll help you on your way.
Ask the Lord for what you need.
Why wish when you can pray?
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The hills stretch on for miles around.
The rolling plains on every side.
The forests rise to meet the Earth.
And ocean depths fall to dirt.
Rocks die in ageless sleep.
While man lives for just one day.
In their time the rocks find peace,
But time for man leads mind astray.
My clouded mind can see for miles,
My blinded eyes can hear the cries,
My broken ears can feel the past,
My numbed skin can speak the truth,
My swollen tongue can smell the hate,
But nothing seems to come out right.
I see time limping by,
Crippled by the falling rain,
Rain will wash away the clouds
And flood my head with light.
Bright enough to dim my thought.
Dark enough to light my fears.
Time's slow limp will let me live,
In fear throughout my day.
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Mixed up senses.
Mixed up mind.
Jumbled thoughts.
Passing time.
Walk the race.
Run in line.
Hold a flower.
Pick a hand.
Smile when you feel the worst.
Cry because you have the time.
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This is strange,
Not touching you.
Like something is missing
The unspoken words,
Silenced by nothing more than inches.
I want to touch you,
To hold your hand.
Not for need,
But for love
And how to show it.
Another day,
Where is this leading?
Further apart,
Or closer to the heart?
Please let me know.
Competition
No one to turn to
No one to blame
It's all up to you
How well did you train
Your opponent is ready
As tough as nails
The time flies by
As slow as snails
Do you have what it takes
To defeat this man
Is your mind set
Do you know that you can
What is the score
Are you the best
Who wants it more
It's the ultimate test
Mosquitos
The little bugs come out at night.
They're called mosquitos,
They like to bite.
They make you itch
And grow a bump
They really are quite a . . . pain.
But I would let a thousand chew
On my leg or down my arm
Just for one dance with you.
Puddles
When is the last time you played in the rain?
When is the last time you slid in the mud?
When is the last time you put pennies under a train?
Where were you last Superman?
Where were you last He-Man?
Where were you last Rambo?
How did it feel to rule the world?
How did it feel to defend the fortress?
How did it feel to save the princess?
What did you tell the mighty wizard?
What did you do to the feared dragon?
What did you say to the powerful knight?
When did you change?
When did you grow up?
When did you out grow your childish ways?
Who are you now?
Who are you going to be?
Who really cares?
Why did you change?
Why did it end?
Why won't you join me again?
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Spinning, Swirling, Stirring
Stirring up child-like emotions.
Down Up
Down Up
Down Up
�Round the World
Rock the Baby
Man on a Flying Trapeze
Thwack!
Eh. Still learning.
Try again.
Still loving.
Like a child.
Johnny Appleseed
You know, sometimes I think about trees and history and think,
"Maybe Johnny Appleseed planted this tree!"
What if while passing by he dropped the seed here grown before my eyes?
One of thousands scattered across this great land.
What if this was a special seed; buried with his own two hands; watered through the summer months; with buckets carried on his back?
All his care for this one tree, left here for me to see.
It could be true. I'm sure it is!
But then again, this is an Elm tree.
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Death hovering over us, like the sun.
Searing through us, right to our soul.
Deeper still, to the one spot, the one we all have.
Deep in our soul, this spot lives and broods, growing every day.
That spot is fear, the fear of dying.
Death reaches into us, searching for that spot.
When it finds it, they become one, and grow.
Larger, darker, overwhelming us with age.
Yet, as death takes us, there is another from within.
It grows in our heart, it grows in our mind.
And in that moment of death, it tears through us,
through the darkness, cleansing us, making us new.
There is still life. There is still love.
The light flashed with in us, dispelling all darkness of death.
The darkness shrivels and hides from the light, seeking to hide in our soul.
There is no sanctuary.
The light casts the darkness out of our soul.
We have been cleansed.
No more death.
an evening storm
lightning crashes, thunder rolls
as God washes his hands in the cool rain
cleaning away the sweat of a long day's work.
His mighty hands have triumphed,
His power shown though His wondrous works
and as He lays His head to rest,
He thrills us with a storm,
a celebration of His love.
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A poem on a page, wet with rain
words run together like a frightened herd
and like the herd it loses its sense
that wonderful beauty the creator instilled
to be and to be beautiful
lost in a panic of wet
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Thoughts build up inside my mind
Piled tall upon the beach
Waves crashing all around
Tearing down the rocky shore.
Thoughts flee from me
Disrupted in my head
Fade and droop into the sand
Like sand castles at high tide.
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