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some memory’s are better than others

Do You Remember the First Time?

Do You Remember the First Time? (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

With everything I can’t remember , a random memory will( it seems) rear it’s being at the exact time as I didn’t need to remember it… is it getting older…Hmmmm I’m not so sure…I’m thinking we lose certain memory’s to maintain balance ..with that said (just my opinion)…I read some of my old posts (I was in a very dark place for a while) but I never really remembered some of them …really weird …, I have also been dreaming some things from the past , dredging up old pain …. I don’t know why….I wish it would stop tho….any way I’m done rambling for now …Have a good night all…peace

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My Dreams….

My nights are shallow , need to make that leap

I fight all night , but still can’t sleep

Next thing I know my mind is screaming

Feels so real , but I think I’m dreaming

When I think my dreams come unsurpassed

I’m dreaming again , about my past

Thoughts of things , wont go away

Buried til I sleep , then they play

I wake to hair and pillow all wet

Then my dreams they all reset

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Happy Mothers Day…

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I remember back when mom seemed mean

 

we never knew the things she had seen

 

as children we always knew it all

 

mom was there when we would fall

 

we took them for granted , mom still carried on

 

we didn’t always call , when we were gone

 

mothers are loving , mothers  are strong

 

mom lets us down softly when we are wrong

 

now that I’m older , all I can say

 

All Moms among you have a great day

 

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Silent Stairs

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She started up the endless stairs, her mind racing.  “Who could have sent the message?”  “Why did they want to her to come here, a place that had left her so many memories and caused her so much pain?

Her legs beginning to shake, she could literally hear the frantic beating of her heart. She stopped, listening for any sound, any sign of someone ease’s presence.

Nothing. Nothing human, anyway, the howl of the wind outside the abandoned light house, an odd creaking above her as if someone was there. She clung to the rail, her consciousness fading. He smiled, carrying her away.


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December

How I Feel About December 2006

How I Feel About December 2006 (Photo credit: cobalt123)

December is my favorite time of year

full snowing skies with  the sight of deer

the hustle and bustle of stores and streets

to decorated windows and nice warming treats

the air is filled with anticipation and hope

sledders are searching for their favorite slope

December is my favorite time of year

soon on the 25th Saint Nick will appear

bringing all children of the world his great joy

the luckiest of ones receive a nice toy

December is here for 31 days

for me it just continues to amaze

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darkness falls

Cappadocian (World of Darkness)

as darkness falls I look and I see

death and disease is still wanting me

been used by this world , then all thrown away

I fight to get back my life on this day

my anticipation defaulted, to precursor times

now black clouds block, my thinking and mind

begging for boredom to shed from my skin

fear keeps me motionless , now from within

as darkness falls I look and I see

these doses I take have taken over me

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shallow nights…

My nights are shallow , need to make that leap

I fight all night , but still can’t sleep

Next thing I know my mind is screaming

Feels so real , but I think I’m dreaming

When I think my dreams come unsurpassed

I’m dreaming again , about my past

Thoughts of things , wont go away

Buried til I sleep , then they play

I wake to hair and pillow all wet

Then my dreams they all reset

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Falling deep

Thoughts of you haunt my dreams

full-fledged sorrow , to fading extremes

want our lives to be more than most

now our togetherness is only a ghost

time goes on , falling deeper in mind

positive influences I’m starting to find

unplugging my life , all that I knew

the hardest I’ve done , I’m almost through

dark getting brighter , the more that I pray

now I have help , to show me the way


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Beliefs are mine

I need sometimes to kneel and talk

beliefs are mine and not to balk

thankful for the light of day

even when the sky is gray

I need sometimes to kneel and talk

I’m thankful for to stand and walk

our armed forces which keep us free

and the lightest wind that blows a tree

I need sometimes to kneel and talk

beliefs are mine and not to balk

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blowing wind

Flowers blowing in the wind

Flowers blowing in the wind (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

wind slowly blowing

 

the only noise is a tear

 

knowing not where were going

 

we try to face this fear

 

 

pain in the past,

 

we’ll soon never forget

 

questions we ask

 

avoided when we met

 

rain slowly falling

 

drowning out that tear

 

I hear your love calling

 

it’s always been this near

 


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Please Come to Boston

The brilliant days and starlight nights

were so long ago, the remain

only as misty memories,

glimmers of old hope,

faded dreams.

The person I longed to be

and somehow never quite made it.

The slices of life, however brief,

when I did live my dream,

feel the freedom,

see the stars from San Bernardino

on a hot August night.

That song always reminds me if those days,

I hear it in grocery stores or random radio searches.

Please come to Boston in the Springtime…

Please come to LA to live for ever..

The dream never happened, yet

the memory remains.


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As darkness falls

One is six, the other three years old.

It’s been a busy day and they are tired,

but not tired enough to give in.

Now, there is a feeling of renewed energy

as they realise it’s growing dark.

There is a moon

and a few stars have appeared.

Christmas lights are beginning to twinkle.

It is not Christmas yet.

Not for weeks.

It’s only the garden centre

in advertising mode

dressing itself up

showing off its new seasonal wares.

The two boys

don’t care.

For them,

now,

in the dark,

watching the lights,

Christmas has begun.


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Dreaming

baby thinkingWhat are you doing with that little square thing?

I saw you put my face in there before.

Why does it flash so – what are you doing?

You’re beginning to make my eyes quite sore.

What is that wool thing and can I eat it?

No, don’t wrap me up. I can’t feel my toes.

With too many clothes I’m overheated.

I won’t need a coat like that till it snows.

I’m beginning to dream of when I’m big

and I will be able to speak my mind

and tell you the foods that make me feel sick

and all of the stuff I’ve got on my mind.

But all I can do right now is to dream

And when you get it right, give you a beam.

 

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