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Sunday, September 26, 2010

September 26, 2010

Poem for the week.

The story of us

You won’t come to me and I won’t come to you.
So we sit inside our misery apparently without a clue.
Knowing our inadequacies doesn’t clear our blame.
Knowing we let each other down only increases our blame.
I heard it said that there were so many easy solutions.
But they all seem to disappear as if they were only illusions.
So we both sit, lonely just a few feet apart.
Both of us silently breaking each other’s heart.
We sit in our silence and tell the world we tried.
We sit inside the bedroom and count the tears we’ve cried.
This isn’t what I wanted for the last years of our life.
And though it wasn’t planned I never intended to add to your strife.
But I really couldn’t take anymore; we couldn’t go back to the start.
I couldn’t be the person you wanted me to be without tearing my world apart.
So we wave good-bye to our happiness as it rides of in the dust.
We blame each other because there is no one we can trust.
We cannot go back in time, or can we smile and pretend.
We must face the lonely truth; this is where our story ends.

Sunday, September 19, 2010

September 19, 2010

Poem for the week


You sit inside your helpless mind, walled behind your fears.
Knowing if you give again it would only end in tears.

You turn off your dreams because no one will ever feel the same.
You double up your security and blame it all on your pain.

You tell yourself "It's far too soon to ever try again."
You sit inside your wounded heart and try to remember "when".

Look beyond your darkness, step into the light,
be the master of your future, not a slave to your fright.

Don’t be afraid to give your heart.
Never be afraid to fall in love.
That’s how a dream can start.

Sunday, September 12, 2010

September 12, 2010

Poem for the week.


You say you like freedom and running around.
There is no use trying tying you down.
You don't want commitments you can't stay with just one.
Life's too short, so you grab when you can.
When will you learn being free and alone are one and the same.
And dying of loneliness is no kind of fame.
It's breaking my heart, I've tried, but I just can't win
but you only get out of what you put in.
You say you need freedom and you'll never be tame.
When will you learn being free and alone are one and the same.

Sunday, September 5, 2010

September 5, 2010

Poem for the week. (this was written for my 3rd wife. They say 3 times is a charm, they are right.)


I don’t regret one long dark road that fate has led me through.
No matter how dark and lonely the road has been,
fate led me to find someone like you.
I wouldn’t change one of the million tears I’ve cried,
or one lonely night alone.
For they have taught me patience and how to know
you and I are right.
Every broken heart or misplaced dream led
me to where you are.
I knew from the beginning it was you I saw
when I wished upon a star.
There is no doubt in my mind or my soul that I’ve been
searching for you all of my life.
Today we begin our happily ever after together,
I as your Husband and you as my Wife.