We have now gone down the Hill,
And remain in deep foreclosure.
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They tried and tried,
To be our guide,And make us better people,Yet, we do pray in disarray,And fall right off the Steeple.
Like the first One,
A part of you,Like the last One,It was never enoughThis love, this lightThat is Poetry.
The Moving Words,
A Sea that hurls,It’s Pearls to keep,They find their way,Into heart, deep,And there they stay,Never asleep.Your words are deep inside of me,As is this Pure Love, you can’t see,Together with the Stars above,Together, in Poetic Love.
A golden thread
To heal the woundsOf hurting, PastBlessed be youSweet Poetry,Love and life,You giveth, me.
There is some kind of fury,
Americans not screwy,For Liberty they Care,The basis of this Country,Is Freedom, so beware,Our Liberty is Sacred,You don’t want to go there.
Little does it matter,
Thinking of your smile,That’s how I feel alive,And keep on living,A least, for a little while.