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silence

step outside

just wander

have no idea where you might be

though you may have taken the path before

this time simply choose to be free

go off of the path and through the trees

find hidden creeks

hear cracking leaves

get lost in the silence that natureĀ interrupts

and let it be as though it has always been

do not just hear the birds as they chirp

listen to what they tell you

they sing the secrets we have all been looking for

but we refuse to hear what is hidden in the silence

the life we are meant to live

does not come to us screaming or with a single shout

it finds us while we are lost

it finds us in the life we tried to live

it tears us out

it saves us and we know it does

time and time again

we beg for silence

but we never let it be

but when you listen to how the silence speaks

the world becomes a lot clearer

for the silence tells us all as we grow old

that everyday the end is nearer

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the moment

there is a moment

simply an instant

where you just know

that everything wrong no longer matters

and everything that is right

is right before your eyes

it may be love you are seeing

or possibly just a trick of the light

the secret to remember

is that thinking your in love

even for a moment

is alright

it may not last forever

it might not even last a day

but that moment was perfect

was it not

names are not important

nor where your from or who you are

but the need and the want

the fascination of another human being

a breathtaking moment of bliss

captured in the middle of your every day life

it is not the journeys that tell our story

but the moments

just one moment

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Hallelujah

Hallelujah

In a world that screams for peace

Hallelujah

May we raise our hands and sing

For joy and understanding

In a world that seems to need everything

May we remember,

Hallelujah

God is with us

We are not abandoned

Hallelujah

Love will win again

Hallelujah

A revolution we will bring

We will rise again

Like he has risen

And when we fall he will pick us up

And our hallelujah will being with love

 

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the stones

They sit among us

There are ways you can tell

Sometimes in the way that they talk

The way they where their watch

The way they stand tall

There are heroes blending among us

That sometimes we fail to see

The hidden tears they hide

The strength they find

Brothers and sisters they once knew

They visit the stones

How it ever came to that

They were sure to not come home

But home they did come

I suppose it is true

That even those who survive

They too fall

They would give their life for us

But immortality is to no one

We all battle the war of life

Some in a different uniform is all

But no one survives the deployment of life

For the enemy of death consumes us all

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hope

There is a melody that plays when the hard days come

There is a comfort in the winds of a storm

A feeling when the rain falls

That when the clouds pass a rainbow will come

When the struggle ends there is a lesson

Some are taught that tears show weakness

It is the strong who remember

Crying since birth is a sign you are alive

The ever present warmth in the hug of a friend

The comfort in mothers home cooked meals

The goosebumps when the men click to attention

It is not a spoken notion

But an unspoken understanding

The knowledge that pain ends

It is what holds us together in times of struggle

hope

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A Writer’s Mind

theres a story in my head
and it’s going round and round again
when it comes around and about
there is no doubt
it will be stuck again and again
i live inside a writers mind
pen and paper always within reach
and i stay drunk on writing
for i will never accept defeat
the world and its reality
everything that speaks to me
i live inside a writers
the writing is on the walls
literally the chalk consumes them all
every scratch paper and pocket note
nothing is safe from a writer devote
devote on a level they are attatched to the pen
in a writers mind i live
and no matter which lifetime
i will again

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The Writer’s Language

scream and shout

dont make a sound

be angry swear be over-belated

be so loud people cover thier ears

talk so softly that they want to hear

be rude be loud even be outdated

always keep the world guessing the writer’s language

wear obnoxious things keep them guessing

but just because you’re free dont start undressing

make em laugh

make em cry

make em wonder why

but above all else that can easily be faded

keep them guessing the writers language

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