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Greed in Grieving

Death knocks on all of our doors.  Some are made to answer sooner than others.  As the ones left behind we grieve for them, or do we?  We do grieve but it is because of our greed.  We want them, we need them, we miss them, so we grieve.  We are happy that they no longer are in pain or suffering.  We take solace in the fact that they knew God and are now singing in that great beyond.  They are with family and with friends, and we are happy.  Yet because of our greed, we still cry…………Continue Reading

Unworthy

There is always a worry lingering that one day I will wake up from this dream. If I do will she still be there? Will she still care? How can someone so beautiful love someone so broken? How can she not see what I see? When she realizes that the souls of her feet hold more beauty than my entire being, will she still love me?

Sometimes the dreams are so real it’s scary.

When you touch me I cry

Because I am unworthy of such love

Because I am undeserving of such peace

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I Did

I Did

We were so young and so out of touch. Remember the words,”You are to young?” How about, “It’ll never last!” How about, “There’s no talking to you!” I remember them.  Oh the nay-sayers were out in full force. Well to all of the nay-sayers do you remember me sayin,

“I don’t care! I love her!”

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Fall

Fall

Fall

When your surroundings bring to life the past you get a chill.  Sometimes you cry.  Sometimes you laugh.  However the feelings are real and the reasons for the feelings couldn’t come at a worse time.

The heart remembers 

The leaves fall around me and I cry

Their sharp edges cut my skin

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Changing

Changing

All things in life can change unexpectedly.  Without notice you could lose your job, home, car, or family.  Some people move from relationship to relationship with little to no problems at all.  Others are not so lucky.  The pain and torment of losing a part of their life cannot be easily calmed.  The hurt runs so deep that the wounds never heal.  They keep hoping for a change that never comes.

Change happens in the blink of an eye

Love, a pain like no other

Taking a chance means making a cut

A small incision, just enough

To bleed out slowly, over time

Dying a slow death, but oh so painful

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With Love, From Me

The End of the Beginning

Last Breath

But He’s a Good Man

Cigarettes in the Sky

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