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No matter the cost he had to pay
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In the airport lobby in Hong Kong
Humming that sad little song”
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I’ll try to help you before my tan
Promising you not with my hand
Will I hurt your shell of a man”
He was a vessel of reddish clay
Fashioned by hand now held at bay
Life breath flows to where he lay
His creator no longer to stay
“I have this feeling deep inside
Something is missing, take my pride
I care not for it, bleeding when I cried
Empty from the minute she died.”
Looking at the pictures a light took
The doctor nodded, his hand now shook
For before him, where the heart’s nook
Nothing there was save for a book
Inside there was written but one simple text
Regret filled the pages, this and the next
Over and over scrawled in pen like a hex
Words stopped the docto
Sat on that table in the usual way
To him there was much to say
No matter the cost he had to pay
“There is something very wrong,
I found it as I fought the throng
In the airport lobby in Hong Kong
Humming that sad little song”
“Tell me, please, all you can
I’ll try to help you before my tan
Promising you not with my hand
Will I hurt your shell of a man”
He was a vessel of reddish clay
Fashioned by hand now held at bay
Life breath flows to where he lay
His creator no longer to stay
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Something is missing, take my pride
I care not for it, bleeding when I cried
Empty from the minute she died.”
Looking at the pictures a light took
The doctor nodded, his hand now shook
For before him, where the heart’s nook
Nothing there was save for a book
Inside there was written but one simple text
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My heart once fluttered,
Now stone cold to touch.
Where birds once sang,
No longer in my clutch.
Loyal companion now gone,
Best friend no longer.
Heaven stole you away,
Hatred grows stronger.
"Why did he die mommy?"
His patients growing thin.
Body trembles, touches ground,
Tears stream deep within,
Uncontrollable twitches,
Confusion in his eyes.
"Why wont he get up",
A stranger to goodbyes.
"Make him better mommy",
Band aid now in hand.
Trying hard to explain,
Simply couldn't understand.
"Here let me help you",
Hands shake with frustration.
His arms wrap around him,
Hoping to feel some vibration.
"Hunny he's gone to heaven",
His head shakes with disbelief.
Scooping him up in my arms,
Sobbing limp as a leaf.
Tomorrow will come and go,
The pain will slowly heal.
Nothing will make me forget,
The day my son lost Steel.
Now stone cold to touch.
Where birds once sang,
No longer in my clutch.
Loyal companion now gone,
Best friend no longer.
Heaven stole you away,
Hatred grows stronger.
"Why did he die mommy?"
His patients growing thin.
Body trembles, touches ground,
Tears stream deep within,
Uncontrollable twitches,
Confusion in his eyes.
"Why wont he get up",
A stranger to goodbyes.
"Make him better mommy",
Band aid now in hand.
Trying hard to explain,
Simply couldn't understand.
"Here let me help you",
Hands shake with frustration.
His arms wrap around him,
Hoping to feel some vibration.
"Hunny he's gone to heaven",
His head shakes with disbelief.
Scooping him up in my arms,
Sobbing limp as a leaf.
Tomorrow will come and go,
The pain will slowly heal.
Nothing will make me forget,
The day my son lost Steel.
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Climb on the back of Love
Just beyond the cumulus,
Behind the sonic boom.
Refreshing sight indeed,
Eyes gleefully consume.
Beauty in awakening,
Solace as light gets small.
Each character varying colors,
Emotions rise and fall.
Fascination lay in question,
Paths stay silent; unexposed.
Floating seamlessly about,
Below corruption predisposed.
Boundaries stay undefined,
Imagination takes its cue.
Nothing remains impossible,
The climb is worth the view.
Behind the sonic boom.
Refreshing sight indeed,
Eyes gleefully consume.
Beauty in awakening,
Solace as light gets small.
Each character varying colors,
Emotions rise and fall.
Fascination lay in question,
Paths stay silent; unexposed.
Floating seamlessly about,
Below corruption predisposed.
Boundaries stay undefined,
Imagination takes its cue.
Nothing remains impossible,
The climb is worth the view.
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Take care my dear.
Never forget those moments
That we held hands, we kissed, we said, “I love you.”
I leave you in the utmost care.
Never forget how much I loved you
How I held your hand, held you close, held your heart.
I will be back really soon, so
Never forget me or lose my love
The moments by the shore, in the park, in our hearts.
I remember those times we had,
Never forget those or me
The way I held your hand, caressed your face, loved you unconditionally.
I dream of you every night,
Never forget those special gems
The time we ran in the rain laughing, walked through a field, played in the surf.
I cannot stand being away from you.
Do you remember me?
The way I said your name, the way I held you in my arms, the way I kissed your lips?
I hope you did not forget my name.
Do your remember how I used to love you?
The way I held your hand, the way I caressed your face, the way I haunted your dreams?
Never forget those moments
That we held hands, we kissed, we said, “I love you.”
I leave you in the utmost care.
Never forget how much I loved you
How I held your hand, held you close, held your heart.
I will be back really soon, so
Never forget me or lose my love
The moments by the shore, in the park, in our hearts.
I remember those times we had,
Never forget those or me
The way I held your hand, caressed your face, loved you unconditionally.
I dream of you every night,
Never forget those special gems
The time we ran in the rain laughing, walked through a field, played in the surf.
I cannot stand being away from you.
Do you remember me?
The way I said your name, the way I held you in my arms, the way I kissed your lips?
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Loving Love contest1
‘Easing Pain,
Though you’re the bringer,
You never seem,
To ever say
The hardest word to voice
There easy words,
I love you
I know
That you’re scared
I can’t help you
I’m sorry I can’t
You’re my love
And I’m not there.
I hear your screams
Your pleads
I watch your tears
A solid blue
Color
Of your fears
I wonder softly,
If I’ll ever
Be able to
Heal
Your wounded heart
And that I’ll be any use.
Don’t think,
Don’t hear
Don’t cry,
My love
I didn’t
Mean to hurt you.
I don’t understand
Why,
You’re still here,
Even though
I still beat you.
When will we ever learn?
That we don’t belong,
Or are we hoping that
We change?’
Though you’re the bringer,
You never seem,
To ever say
The hardest word to voice
There easy words,
I love you
I know
That you’re scared
I can’t help you
I’m sorry I can’t
You’re my love
And I’m not there.
I hear your screams
Your pleads
I watch your tears
A solid blue
Color
Of your fears
I wonder softly,
If I’ll ever
Be able to
Heal
Your wounded heart
And that I’ll be any use.
Don’t think,
Don’t hear
Don’t cry,
My love
I didn’t
Mean to hurt you.
I don’t understand
Why,
You’re still here,
Even though
I still beat you.
When will we ever learn?
That we don’t belong,
Or are we hoping that
We change?’
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The wind blows us closer
as the rain calls our names.
The thunder goads us on,
the Lightning knows our games.
White caps rage as the drops come faster.
Bigger, wetter and every inch worth a mile.
She can smell it in the thick humid air,
I can taste it in the burnt ozone bliss.
Another flash, this one closer still.
It rages and it strikes all around us.
Long lost shoes fill up,
Get carried away in the churning mud.
Barefoot hand in hand we twirl and spin.
A storm is what we love, all we’ve asked.
The drops are less frequent now, the noise fades.
The air crisper, fresher, newly cleaned.
A small gust breezes by,
A shiver up our spines.
Cold, wet, we hold each other close,
Sharing the same joyful inner warmth.
A mischievous smile spreads and
I know she has a flash.
Quick as lightning, falling, landing flat.
All I see is that same smiling beautiful face,
That dripping vibrant hair.
With a grin to match I stare back up at her, and then, a kiss, warm. Soft. Bliss.
More than I could ever
as the rain calls our names.
The thunder goads us on,
the Lightning knows our games.
White caps rage as the drops come faster.
Bigger, wetter and every inch worth a mile.
She can smell it in the thick humid air,
I can taste it in the burnt ozone bliss.
Another flash, this one closer still.
It rages and it strikes all around us.
Long lost shoes fill up,
Get carried away in the churning mud.
Barefoot hand in hand we twirl and spin.
A storm is what we love, all we’ve asked.
The drops are less frequent now, the noise fades.
The air crisper, fresher, newly cleaned.
A small gust breezes by,
A shiver up our spines.
Cold, wet, we hold each other close,
Sharing the same joyful inner warmth.
A mischievous smile spreads and
I know she has a flash.
Quick as lightning, falling, landing flat.
All I see is that same smiling beautiful face,
That dripping vibrant hair.
With a grin to match I stare back up at her, and then, a kiss, warm. Soft. Bliss.
More than I could ever
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Who Needs Rain?
She had always dreamed of being kissed in the rain. A quiet fantasy compared with most, but one that she had longed for since childhood had taught her of faerie tales and handsome princes.
Her eyes drifted to the cieling as she thought about the man she loved. He was the quiet type. The perfect balance for her often loud and extroverted stylings, but not really much of a romancer. Still, there were a few times he'd managed to surprise her with something sweet. An occassional rose waiting for her on the side table when she woke up... A phone call from work just to say he loved her... A poem left on her pillow... She smiled. The quiet type was perfect for her.
She was roused from her thoughts by shuffling noises coming from upstairs. Her curiosity getting the better of her, she moved from her corner of the sofa and made her way into the hall and up the stairs. She made it to the top in tim
Her eyes drifted to the cieling as she thought about the man she loved. He was the quiet type. The perfect balance for her often loud and extroverted stylings, but not really much of a romancer. Still, there were a few times he'd managed to surprise her with something sweet. An occassional rose waiting for her on the side table when she woke up... A phone call from work just to say he loved her... A poem left on her pillow... She smiled. The quiet type was perfect for her.
She was roused from her thoughts by shuffling noises coming from upstairs. Her curiosity getting the better of her, she moved from her corner of the sofa and made her way into the hall and up the stairs. She made it to the top in tim
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Wonder, wonder at the sky
Sing songs so sweet of melody
A soft and tender lullaby
And look at me - and look at me.
Empty my heart of sin and care
And warm my soul passionately
Dance in my mind on wings of air
And sing with me - and dance with me.
Let your emotions now shine true
Fingertips touching carefully
Let all things stop and start anew
And live with me - and love with me!
Sing songs so sweet of melody
A soft and tender lullaby
And look at me - and look at me.
Empty my heart of sin and care
And warm my soul passionately
Dance in my mind on wings of air
And sing with me - and dance with me.
Let your emotions now shine true
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And live with me - and love with me!
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Hope to see you there some time
On behalf of the birthdays team, I sincerely apologize that your greeting has arrived late this year.
We hope you had an awesome day with lots of birthday fun, gifts, happiness and most definitely, lots of cake! Here's to another year!
Many well wishes and love from your friendly birthdays team
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Birthdays Team
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