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Wednesday, March 5, 2008

Time

Time Time is a measure of our life Clocking all the toil and strife Measured in seconds, minutes, and hours too Time watches everything we do Measured in days, weeks, months and years Clocking all our joys and tears We lose time day after day And from ourselves we do stray Soon time will pass us by... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, March 3, 2008

My Sweet Child

My Sweet Child My sweet child, I reflect back, To the day you were born. That was one of the happiest days of my life. I was in awe to see what I had created. You truly were a gift from God. So small and helpless, You were my pride and joy. I watched over you and protected you from harm, I was there... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, February 29, 2008

The Candle

I lit a candle today and to the lord I did pray. I prayed for the tomorrows we’ve yet to see, I asked him to bless you and me. I asked him to take yesterdays’ pain, so that we are never looked down on with disdain. I thanked him for today, and to keep us from being prey. I asked him to make us... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, February 24, 2008

Life

Life Life is like a temple which should be maintained every minute of every day Life is a very fragile entity which needs very special care Life, like fabric, can be torn torn like clothes, which can not be mended. life can fall apart at the seams. Life, like glass, can break, break into pieces,... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, February 23, 2008

Recalling the Past

Recalling the Past Recalling the past Digging up a tomb of the undead A past that has died, yet lives Lives like a king. A king mummified in a house of stones A house that may never be destroyed A house, that if destroyed, rebuilds upon itself, A haven, stronger yet, never to be penetrated. For if... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, February 3, 2008

Depression

Depression As the light shines, darkness, like water in a dam seeps through the cracks and holes, made by mans’ imperfections. While the dam is emptied, the water becomes stagnant. Allowing flies and bugs to feast upon the fungus that has grown. Like the water, darkness is also stagnated. Allowing... Sign in to see full entry.

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