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| ... "Patience and perseverance have a magical effect before which difficulties disappear and obstacles vanish. A little knowledge that acts is worth infinitely more than much knowledge that is idle." - John Quincy Adams |
| ... Try My Best I'll try my best to be her guy, Whistle a tune, happy to wonder why. Pray I pray, she calls me her guy. She's the dream, she makes life worthwhile. When I see her I'll wink my eye, I'm gonna smile like no other guy. Press my pants, even wear a tie, Polish my shoes to a mirror shine. Seeing her makes me stand up tall, I'll be her guy, like no one else at all. I'll tell a joke that little kids can hear, So she knows I'm the guy for her. I will kiss her feet, and comb her hair. Be the man she wants right here. |
| .. I'm a man who knows the town, A man who knows his way around. I'm a man who takes it slow, A man who slowly drives each round. Lived a life rough and hard, Drips of sweat from my nose hit the ground. I know the world, and dazzling sounds, A man I'm so, slow to hound. |
| ... Falling Down I wondered, when I could think again, How long it took for my body to fall, Those seven stories to hit the concrete ground. So quickly that fall raged, a crushed bleeding sound. I wondered how the very essence of my life, Had changed so quickly from who I was. How short those long few seconds where That changed this life, my essence quashed. The blood of the Lamb I think I bled While lying sprawled on those concrete steps. Oozing from my mouth, head, face, and neck, Screaming silent at the grip of death. Those few seconds made me forget Every trace of things I had learned, and loved; The noble man I dreamed, tried hard to be strong stuff. Pain I didn't have guts to bare; many silent screams. Upon the wake that coma gauged, Wondered who, and what, I then would be. A man of broken limbs, with brain severely hurt Feeling what those few seconds did unearth. A passage forever fueled by those seconds few, Consequence until the end to page my worth. |
| ... Branded in a world that thinks I am no damn good. Lost so far to righteousness, upon who's solid legs I stood. That trusting page, wrapped in rage, cobble stone still roamed. Dreamed again in passing nights rest, of the goodness in broken bones. How I wished that she could hold, and see my loving grateful gaze. The super man I longed to be, before I go cold, and hit the grave. All was seen where broken limbs, a man whose dream had folded. Do I have death to kiss, sealed with ink, my brand forever molded? I no longer even know the man of whom I wished I'd be. All I know are failed attempts, frivolous bravery none had seen. I bow my head in tearful shame, grace had gone, I had not won. A cry from a lover that I did not hear, I could have been a better one. Stark embers glow in dark, where begging pleas surround me. So bare the image seemed to be, embers calling to be stoked. Soon hence the time does dawn of when my father laid down to die. When that day soon comes to pass, I will say hello with love for him his boy. The heat from the brand that scarred me, her love soothed for me. Longing so much she'd feel true love, that dawn she did not see. |
| ... You are the beauty I long for, When I lay down alone to sleep. As my thoughts drift off to Neverland, In my dreams you are still sweet. Bright with love, the kindest care I lavish placing at your feet. A beauty that my words have hailed Let all know your grace complete. For years I wished to find true love, Long years it seems love has not found me. Not because of failed attempts But of selfish weakness forged in grief. Yes, it's true as true can be, I was never the man who deserved love's joy. Yet I'm trying now do you see? All I could do was dream of you with me. Now I am past quite well the mid of life. In great hope to find the joy love sought. . |
| ... The power of imagination makes us infinite. - John Muir |
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