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Scratchworks
Wednesday February 22, 2006
I don't have a lot of poems that I write that really stand out for me, you know the whole critic thing, but this one sort of stuck out on my Echoes From The Tomb blog so I'm putting it over here where it will better fit in.. thats all...
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Do you feel alone now?
With no place to run,
Like someone’s victimized you,
With a loaded gun.
There’s just no talking about it,
With no haunted words.
It’s just deeds of human doing,
Follows you like a curse.
And all of those needy people,
Creeping in and out of your life,
They don’t justify you,
Or redeem your sacrifice.
And you will abuse you,
With the drugs and alcohol,
And the gun is cocked and ready,
But your not ready for that call.
The life you’ve spent walking,
On that crazy razor’s edge thing,
Afraid of doing Right and wrong now,
And why this life don’t seem to sing.
So carry on my troubled friend,
Don’t think about life’s loaded guns,
Don’t be afraid of helpless feelings,
Only fear not having none.
Scratch © 2006. | | Posted by Scratch at 7:17 AM - | |
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Monday February 20, 2006
Deep into my spirit I go ,
As I walk upon the ashes,
Of the love’s that I have known,
Both the scorned and long sought after.
Ashe’s of Path’s and Bridge’s burnt,
Destroyed and torn asunder,
Love’s I’ve tortured, wounded and spat upon,
And those simply left to wonder.
The Lives I’ve given, only pain to,
And their sorrow deep inside,
And forgiveness I will never know,
Long past the day I die.
For it is now MY life in ashes,
And This pain I feel deserved,
Now I willingly lie, in this bed of ash’
For all those lives I’ve hurt.
Scratch. © 2006
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A stone cold chill, comes over you,
As before you stands, a ghostly hue.
For where the dead may walk, on haunted ground,
Searching for a lost love, they never found.
Though long since died, the soul still waits,
For their love to return, rejoined by faith.
In another lifetime, and another place,
Two lives cut short, by vengeful fate.
Now two there walk, before your eyes,
Now together again, in this ghostly life.
Now both souls may go, to a spiritual sleep,
A husband and wife, may they rest in peace.
Scratch © 2006.
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Saturday February 18, 2006
Steady your footing, tread your way slow,
In places you wander, where Angels may go.
Speak the devils name softly, as if he may hear,
Hold close to your love now, and expel all their fears.
Walk closely with children, keep them in the light.
Teach them for a lifetime, to do what is right.
Your wives and your daughters, guard their fears too,
Help vanquish their demons, and show them love due.
Stand firmly and bravely, with your son everyday,
Teach him patience and kindness, and show him the way.
For this path is not easy, don’t whisper or talk,
Just tread the path slowly, where brave men will walk..
Scratch © 2006. | | Posted by Scratch at 3:14 PM - | |
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I sleep with the sun,
And rise with the Moon,
I howl like a wolf,
And scream like a Loon.
I chase after passion,
Long into the night,
I live in a dream world,
Where nightmare’s take flight.
Some peer into my window,
While still others gaze,
For this life that I’m living,
They all think I’m crazed.
A night owl by nature,
A werewolf by night,
I thrive in this nightlife,
Away from the light.
Some call me nocturnal,
And bear such contempt,
But I fear no such Malice,
With life I’m content.
The sun is now setting,
The night will come soon,
And I will be out prowling,
And chasing the Moon.
Scratch. © 2006 | | Posted by Scratch at 1:26 PM - | |
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