Tag: poem
member name: Jose Wolfster M.
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January 02, 2008 01:45 AM EST --
I remember the fear upon
the many, big and strong,
crying mommy.
I remember the tears of
the weak underneath
the helmet, trying to
hide their fears.
I remember the boarding
call to ready the . . .
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March 02, 2006 01:43 PM EST --
The red rose, beautiful and soft.
In all her glory she is the queen.
Her domain, her home to be governed
by her and her alone.
The queens thorns, her protection,
her roses, her offspring, her very . . .
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March 02, 2006 02:10 PM EST --
It is an illusion to be ashamed and yet
most of us do. It is a faceless emotion
a feeling of horror, a feeling of
humiliation. It is debilitating emotion.
Shame is a feeling of exposing our inner
self . . .
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March 03, 2006 11:11 PM EST --
Three men on the corner of
an unknown street discuss
and awe at the key one had
found.
One takes it in hand and holds
it up to the light to see what
it is made of.
The other grabs it from the
other . . .
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March 07, 2006 12:18 AM EST --
The taste of honey,
is sweet, to see the
nectar is to see the
bee. The pollen, the
bee is the praise, in
harmony.
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April 10, 2007 04:03 AM EDT --
Unknown the spirit of what
is and can be.
Uknown the fact of dreams,
illusions of what could be.
Unknown that which is,
is not what creation was.
Unknown pasts, present
or . . .
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March 02, 2006 01:37 PM EST --
Winter's here, cold breezes,
Hybernation time. The seed lies
dormant til spring time.
The winter's mosture will seep in
and re-germinate the seed, when
it's spring time.
The winter's . . .
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March 02, 2006 02:02 PM EST --
I wear a mask made of illusion, a mask of
make believe. It is a mask of fear, it is
a mask to help me hide who I am.
I wear a mask of fear to hide who I truly
am inside. I am afraid to come out and . . .
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September 05, 2007 09:40 PM EDT --
From the depths came emotion,
unknown yet dark.
From the depths came fire,
unknow its origin.
From the depths came hate,
beauty hidden among its darkness.
From the depths came you,
unknown, unfelt . . .
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September 07, 2007 08:08 PM EDT --
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Ever wonder why things are they way they are,
ever thought if you made a choice it would
be the one you have to live with.
Ever wonder why or what but never honestly . . .
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May 22, 2006 10:31 PM EDT --
I am me, a me, that has cancer, I follow the stars
at night wondering where they will take me next.
I may not be here next week or next month or even tomorrow,
I don't know where life is taking . . .
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March 03, 2006 02:35 AM EST --
Where do hearts hide when
they hurt, where do they
go when warmth has turned
cold.
Where do the hearts feelings
go when they are torn from
the very passion they
breathe.
Where do hearts turn, to
seek . . .
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March 03, 2006 03:46 AM EST --
Forgiveness is a wonderful thing,it
is a burden lifted, a weight removed.
Shame is the other weight, it is
heavy and a big burden carried
everywhere we go.
Fear is the heavy weight of all, it
keeps . . .
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March 02, 2006 01:48 PM EST --
Passion is the fire,
burning red hot.
A love of life,
we can not live
without.
Passion, desire's,
without end.
Once ignited,
never end.
Passion, love of
life, eternal flame.
Always there for
all . . .
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March 07, 2006 10:21 PM EST --
When I was growing up my thought of the Devil was this evil, wicked looking monster that had horns on his head and an ugly face with a crooked nose and his skin red as red could be.
I had no idea he was . . .
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March 08, 2006 02:17 PM EST --
I remember when I was a young man,
how I envied those men who were
real heros growing up. Superman,
Spiderman,The thing, Ironman.
All were fiction but in reality they
existed. The Thing was this . . .
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September 06, 2007 04:40 AM EDT --
Where art thou my soul,
lost in a cavern so dark so
deep.
Where art thou my heart,
confused and alone in a
desolate place so far away.
Where art thou my spirit,
floating upon grey skys of
shame. . . .
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March 07, 2006 02:35 AM EST --
Love stands still while
the heart beats.
The sand runs, as time
stands still.
Time never stands,
love never runs,
the sands of time
blow as the heart
beat changes.
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February 28, 2006 05:46 PM EST --
What to write, no topic, brain working hard no subject what so ever. Last night I slept with a pen so that I could wake up and write my thoughts as they come at me warp speed.
Other times I am ready, . . .
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September 06, 2007 05:12 AM EDT --
Mr Pavarotti, where are you now,
where art thou now that you have
stolen the hearts of millions.
Mr. Pavarotti, where will the winds,
take me now that your gone. The
magic of your voice silenced upon . . .
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