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2,4,1
Contributed by
rhei76
on
Wednesday, 7th April 2004 @ 03:24:43 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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Don't know where, don't know when.
But somewhere out there.
Aspalt, parking lot,
shopping strip,
and then.
It was her and me.
Nobody else on the street.
When she left the concrete
She came to me.
Her voice was low.
At the time she said "he died."
He was someone we love.
Someone we cried.
Don't know when, don't know how,
but she knew.
And I felt those words
when they came to,
I knew she knew.
After, I awoke from slumber.
the former is about a dream
I had on March 26, 2004
New entry:
April third, 2 thousand and 4
around Eight O'Clock Eastern time
last night, there was an accident
somewhere outside Miami
don't know no tale
What is this insane ritual
we must go thru a decade later?
a sad rain pours down
as maidens weep of heavens joy.
with sands falling away
like time somethings has to
come to fill the void
I pray a better place
a better day
& hope I never led
astray
4 he was a beautiful creation
as strong as an ox
he new his limitations
and still emptied the box
he was a great person, friend
some one who had so much to give
before this the way we end
I pray for his seed creator
the pain of his mother
I swear she needs to scream
please! stop the world
it's a mistake she shouldn't
have so much pain
She shouldn't get
all this...
God bless her,
4 she'ds been wronged
Lord, guide her thru
the coming days.
let her steps be of safety
thru these domains
NOW IT CHANGES!
ten years, ten years
and anger still has a face to vent
when the Mustang came to a stop
the sad rain pours down that day
& he was gone
I pray a better place
a better day
far from here
without the pain
I believe he found, found some grace
a better way
a better home
with greater love
But the time doesn't feel right
when there was 2
leaving only 1
ten years, ten ******* years
& hits in sickful steps
Dear lord,
bless the mother
Being first of
He was strong
bigger than life at times
He was weird
******* with our minds
He was mean
so he could laugh
He was a connection
of family
curse & famine
followed in rolling years
since then
THE TREE STOOD THROUGH
HURRICANE WINDS
& THE LEAVES GOT
SCATTERED
Ten years and now this
the storm has landed
taking him early again
ten years and with ill fate
it happens again
THE YOUNGEST OF THREE BOYS
on his 21st of days
he was there
but now sad rain pours down
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rhei76
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2004-04-07 15:24:43]
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Re: 2,4,1
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by emystar on
Thursday, 22nd April 2004 @ 03:17:33 AM AEST
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SAd but written well.
Luv, huggs,
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