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Camouflage Heart

 

 

You wear your colors for all to see,

 

yet somehow keep them hidden from me.

 

I believe in a love so strong, you raise your lips to mine and swear it too.

 

With battle scars of the heart,

 

can words said between two tanks reinforce to never part.

 

 

Is it just me, or should I retreat,

 

I can,t, I won,t, I have two heavy feet.

 

They have carried me through a trench or two,

 

on over the hill and down the valley to you.

 

For you saw me coming and created a diversion,

 

Sent all crooked hearts running, and then executed your conversion.

 

 

So here we both stand, reshaped into what?

 

Something more than before, removal of rot.

 

We both bare our arms, and shake off the shackles of a camouflage heart,

 

That tour of duty, so long and without beauty has come to an end.

 

Now our hearts are one, and beat for each other like the best of friends.

 

Our love stronger now than ever before, we both salute each other,

 

and are hidden no more.

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Timebomb

 

Well nail me to the cross,

 

for I am at a loss.

 

The avenues that I explore are dwindling,

 

the laws that I uphold, may one day turn to kindling.

 

 

For there is a fire in my heart that sleeps in a restless cradle,

 

it has burned before, and may again ignite.

 

Why is it that for a man to progress, he must first pick a fight.

 

He loves the peaceful life, and wants it for his kin.

 

He tames the devil, and imprisons him within.

 

 

Is that beast dead and gone, or can he be resurrected,

 

please no, not anymore, I have been there too many times before.

 

When he surfaces the peaceful man disappears,

 

and what looks back at him then is a serpent with pointy ears.

 

 

I plead and plead, for I am in need of a saving grace, complete with equality and a shining face.

 

Unmask the purpotrators, the ones that hold back,

 

expose them to the world, and then put them in a sack.

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Passing through the passages of time.

 

 

Was that you who blew in on the breeze?

 

going straight through me just as you please.

 

I am never alone as your presence so eloquently whispers through the trees,

 

As a storm cloud crosses overhead, you rise to meet it with ease.

 

It passes me by, but I know it was your intervention that kept me dry.

 

 

For he has placed you on my shoulder to watch and to whistle,

 

a secret sound that my ears can hear through the bracken and thistle.

 

Surely there cannot be a gift given to man as precious as this.

 

And I walk with a humble dignity knowing you exist.

 

 

Oh Father, put here by the Father of the earth and heaven above,

 

help me to release all of my love, the strain of the burden that I carry around my neck,

 

to unite the ones that I see and speak to is weighing me down.

 

I don't want to drown in a sorrowful land, I only want their hand.

 

And to be able to stand.

 

Grant them all potent wisdom, and peace from their plight.

 

And Father of mine, please keep a watch on me day and night.

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A Way or A Wall

 

 

Sheets of ice pave the way,

 

my hands and feet are torn and frayed,

 

but my love drives me on each and every day.

 

I know not when, nor how or why, If I could only see you cry,

 

Then I would know that a heart beats there too, and my goal of freedom could be unlocked by you.

 

 

The fence you put up hides you so well, but when I see you on the street, your face I can tell.

 

I stand before you with my arms outstretched, inviting you in, and your friends you can fetch.

 

Let,s dine together in a banquet of love, where the table is set by the touch of above.

 

Take leave of your life and lose yourself to the purity that comes from surrendering to soul saving.

 

There is no other way I can see the road reshaping.

 

 

I have cried, and I have lied, put a man before me who say,s that he hasn,t, and I will tell him to swallow his pride.

 

None of us walk with clean feet, or wipe each others faces with unsoiled hands, we all get rebuilt, and this removes the guilt.

 

Time makes us better, we start out not knowing which way to head, like a ship lost at sea with no lighthouse to guide us back to safety.

 

So I say to you friend, let,s not fight to the bitter end, could we not spend the rest of our years in joyful tears.

 

 

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Through Thick and Thin

 

 

Whatever comes for us, in whatever way,

 

if we stay true to each other, then we get the final say.

 

Pulling apart lives are the games evil play.

 

From the very first day to dusk on the decider,

 

the world we live in is a constrainer as well as a provider.

 

 

Living our own lives under the laws of the land,

 

doing our best with our given hand.

 

Making a stand when seeing a sham? sitting back down again like a good little lamb.

 

Trying to sever the strings of the puppeteer year after year.

 

Voting again seems ever so queer.

 

 

Walking down the street in damage control,

 

saying what you want, falling down a black hole.

 

Being brave about it, putting on a smile.

 

Waving back when they do, man you,ve got style.

 

Pulling no punches, straight to the point.

 

Look em in the eye, and then anoint.

 

 

Take a deep breath, and remember your rule,

 

don,t stumble sideways and look like a bloody fool.

 

Grab your cue, and head off for a game of pool.

 

You shark you sharman, winner and loser, all in one life like the head of medusa.

 

Go on stay confused, or see what is said, unravel it all and solve it instead.

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Hmm..the last one is pretty deep....I don't know if we can do anything about the puppeteers ....they are pretty strong, man !!! Big evil out there...more than ever !!!

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Wherever Love Goes

 

 

Two men, two hearts, one purer than the other,

 

that one takes light from his soul and gives it to his brother.

 

His shoulders carry the weight of that burden, or so it is told,

 

He cannot turn away, or ever be cold,

 

With each small step that it takes to repair a life, turn to leaps of faith in the ways of the bold.

 

 

Now picture a place, so full of grace, and add to that a warm smiling face,

 

This man unwittingly takes the hand of a stranger passing by,

 

anyone in need of troubles to bleed can see this guy as his powers radiate from the sky.

 

Cupping his hands together he pours out his heart,

 

Then kneels on the floor and prays for a fresh start.

 

 

Living and loving go hand in hand, one feeds the other so that he might stand.

 

Taking the path that walks away from wrath is his journey to the sun

 

Closing the door on darkness, handing back his gun.

 

What can be said about love not dead, more and more, and forever a thread.

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Torn

 

What is right, what is wrong,

 

and on which side do we all belong.

 

Some of our love here, some over there.

 

We bide our time in the sunshine and the rain,

 

each one has its price, and we all pay the cost.

 

Turning this way and that, forever lost.

 

 

A beautifully horrid predicament with long arms that won,t let go.

 

Caressing us gently, then yanking us too and fro.

 

Placing us at the foot of our fears, and to this we spend years ascending the stairs.

 

Some of our loved ones stand in the shadows, held back from caring too much by the bad rose.

 

For the flower he hands out falls black in their hands, its dust deforms the earth as it slips through the fingers,

 

and then only the memory lingers, and oh for such a short time.

 

 

The heart of a strong man beats well for his woman and young uns

 

he faces the day, and pushes shite away, takes a deep breath and with arms wide open welcomes the warm sun,

 

stares down the starers, cares for the carers, never surrenders,

 

and always remembers.

 

 

 

Epilogue

 

All of you, and you know who you are, my loved ones, and the ones even loved and lost, my door remains forever open.

 

Words unspoken can be put right with loving actions, simple caring deeds to fulfill your needs and those dearest to you.

 

 

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