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Sunday, August 17, 2008
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Chained Flower
Category: Writing and Poetry
This is from a photo blog of Rogers..
Walkin' 'long the broken path
I see the chain has set a trap
Lying in his rusty clutches
A flower stands no one touches
Wind is blowin' softly bending
She feels as if her life is ending
Leaning over looking close
Her fragrant smell like a rose
I see the early little bloom
Inside she knows death looms
The rusty chain is her prison
Tomorrows hope already risen....
3:08 AM
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Monday, July 14, 2008
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Hush
Category: Writing and Poetry
I've shut the door and said goodbye
Hush my darlin' dont you cry
Wake in the morning light
Rembering nightmares in the night
Wind is blowin' something up
A blind man holding out his cup
Hush my darlin' dont you cry
I'll see you someday in the sky
Wondering down the middle street
Limping walking blisters on feet
Rain fallin' peltin' down
Seems i feel the pounding sound
Clothes falling off my body
People looking, like im shoddy
Hush my darlin' don't you cry
I don't know any lullabies
People wondering in and out
No one's home the house shouts
Lovers lose that loving feeling
Hearts and heads go a reeling
One wrong word you're sure to blow it
Friends are gone before we know it
Hush my darlin' don't you cry
People always say goodbye....
1:05 PM
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Wednesday, June 04, 2008
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What do I believe?
Category: Writing and Poetry
We each one need to be true to ourselves.
To trust in something or someone that will get us through the hard times, the scarey times, the hurtful times and times of being left all alone.
Sometimes we reach out into the night, do we find something? Do we have a someone who is right there next to us, who will take away the sacrey that is in us?
Do we have a dream person that is only in our heart?
What do i believe in? i believe with all my heart in Jesus Christ. I believe that he has a plan for me. I also believe that i stray at times. That i need to strive more then i do to be a better person. I believe love is the greatest gift we have to give. To accept a person the way they are. To look beyond the outer shell and seek the inner heart. I believe we all should get a second or third chance. Not to write some one off just because they dissapointed us. We are human, not perfect. I believe the people we meet, we are meant to. That they or we are destine to cross paths. Each person we meet, i feel changes us..what do i want ? I want peace, i want to beable to lay my head down at night and know i did the best i could that day. Not to gain money, power or things. but to have love and receive love. after all love is the greastest gift of all.
7:02 PM
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Tuesday, May 27, 2008
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soulful prayer
Category: Writing and Poetry
She restlessly paces 'round the room
Her heart feeling an impending doom
She moves and turns, lifts up, puts down
Always waiting for a certain sound
For weeks she hasn't heard his voice
Her heart is craving him she has no choice
She wonders if her love will fade
Or if she will always be his slave
Remembering when her heart was free
She gets down on her knees
Please Lord give me peace
Let this love i feel for him cease
He doesn't love me it must be true
Since he left i feel all skewed
I'm crying out in pain and hurt
I feel as though i'm nothing but dirt
I reach out my trembling hand
Please Lord help me from this sinking sand.....
4:42 AM
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Sunday, May 18, 2008
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Meadow Love
Category: Writing and Poetry
Recalling time spent
Looking over the meadow
Remembering love...
2:30 PM
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Wednesday, April 30, 2008
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tears...
Category: Writing and Poetry
Hills rolling gently
Breathing wind through the tree branch
Wind whipped tears on face
2:15 PM
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Thursday, April 24, 2008
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Growing..
Category: Writing and Poetry
Touching places she knew she should not be
She bade him closer as she ran her fingers featherly
This night she would show him, the woman he thought he knew
She laughed sweetly as she gathered him closer and softly blew
Looking inocent she kissed him slow
Catching his breath, he drew back and looked at her glow
What he knew was not there, not the young girl
But a woman who had put him all in a twirl
Closing his eyes he allowed the pleasure to his demise
She looked lovingly with eyes that were more then just wise
She had known him all her life
For years she had wished to be his wife
Looking into his eyes her passion was returned
Her lips curved into a smile, is this what she earned?
Closing out the thoughts of his wife
She held him close and didnt think of the knife
Kisses were hot and burning her up
Is this what she wanted to fill up her cup?
Leaning away she looked at him sad
She loved him so much but she wasnt bad
With a smile and tear, she pushed him away
"Go back home, for im not made of clay"
"I love you so much and i want you real close"
"But your not mine , thats just how it goes"
Turning away she walked slowly home
Walking inside she let out a soft moan...
3:36 PM
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Monday, April 14, 2008
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The Graffitied Wall...This write is from a picture that Roger had put on his space.
Category: Writing and Poetry
A young girl of seventeen
Bright eyes of sparkling green
Stoped by the graffitied wall
Looking for any sign of paul
Touching the names of different colors
This wall had seen many callers
Looking down at the ground
Wondering if she would see him around
Looking back at the wall
She left her own little scrawl
Paul if you see these words on this wall
Please give me one more call....
4:32 AM
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Thursday, March 27, 2008
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Plight of an abused mother
Being born in a world of hate
Mother looking at baby not knowing her fate
Hiding her tears she fears for her life
Knowing nothing comes easy it’s all just strife
Leaning in close she hears her coos
Breath catches what should she do
Keep her or leave her which does she choose
Knowing if she leaves all her life she’ll lose
Looking ’round at this war torn home
She knows she can’t leave her here alone
So she picks up the baby and holds her close
Knowing she wont live is what scares her the most
She walks away fear filling her heart and soul
Hoping she can walk away whole
Doctor says she hasn’t alot of years to live
She prays to God she can find someone to give
This tiny wonder she holds in her arms
Hoping someone will see all of her charms
Escaping one world for another
Now she has aids and she’s a mother
Life is hard when your strong and well
It’s down right scarey when your sick and frail
So she sits on the sidewalk holding her child
Looking down she can’t help but be, beguiled
Life is mean, cruel and hard
So she asks Jesus Christ to be her lifes guard....
10:36 AM
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Sunday, March 23, 2008
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Talkin
Category: Writing and Poetry
Darkness comes ’round more these days
Life is hard but i know he prays
He walks alone all bent and broken
But not a word of her is spoken
He looks out over the horizon
And if you look close his eyes are cryin’
"So I ask"
Tell me ’bout this love of yours
That no other could touch your shores
"So he tells"
This woman was my other half
Never once did we choose a different path
I wanted to go with her that night
She held my hand and said no, its not right
She said we would see each other soon
Here iam, still sittin’ here lookin’ at our moon
Sitting close i look in his eyes
No more do they hold a surprise
I touch his hand and say with time
Girl, time wont make things fine
I whisper softly love is your bondage
You just can’t live for what is beyond
Sitting beside him i turn to talk
The look on his face i know hes walked
I close my eyes and think of them
I picture her running to capture him
True love is rare and hard to find
When i look at his face, i see,love never dies with time...
7:43 PM
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