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Missing you 

Knowing your heart was broken You’ve taken your last breath 

Never seen the love you leaving  

Cause you wear it on your chest 
The days are short and cold now

Your heat is in the air 

The sun is softly setting 

Just knowing your not there 
The wave of silence quicken 

The dark turns in to light 

Peacefulness is falling 

As your wings take you to flight 
The shadows of an angel 

The feathers of your wings 

Seeing you are sawing 

To feel you dancing in the winds 
Your spirit everlasting 

The words you shared do shake 

To see the life you gave us 

See our love you love you take 

 

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on this day our anniversary

Todays the day that we shared our bliss , we sealed our love and exchanged a kiss . Said our vows for people to see just how much you mean to me . Sealed with a wish , loves first bliss , eternal love , blessed with a kiss  .
Todays the day of our anniversary we live the love that you give to me . I tell you now and I will tell you then I love you more then any word we send . Its set in stone , its set in time our love is sweeter then any wine .
Todays the day I will never forget I held your hand and my tears were set . Even now I feel so blessed to have a wife that is the best . My friend , my soul , my love , my wife , I give you my love for all my life
Todays the day I will wake again and kiss you lips and fall in love again .

I love you so much
Happy anniversary

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my wife

Looking in to the shadows of Your  eyelashes on your cheek , happily im know that my time with you is sweet .
 Watching as your blinking and a smile that’s on your face wondering if your thinking how in life you keep me safe .
 Your wisdoms never pardoned and your words they always stay , saying that you love me it brightens up my day .
 Our lives are made together and we live every moment to its full , longing for the second you catch me when I fall .
 My love Is never ending , your hand is all I need . To keep it close and not let it go while your sonnets they do lead .
 Captured in second that your eyes they locked to mine , looking to the future and the life that you made mine .
 Each day I love to hold you and never want to let go , the life and love you’ve given to the day that we get old .
 So many beautiful memories, like the days that we had spent , looking at our babies and the love that we were sent .
 The day that we got married and the love declared in our hearts , forever we are sharing the beating of one heart .
 Many year spent together and the melding of our lives , I love you more than you will ever know , my love , my friend , my wife

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the asylum

Lost in the asylum , I cant find my way . The wall are closing in on me  , and my meds they make me stay . The shadows they do talk to me , but the people they wont go . I’m falling in the darkness , and the light will never go .
The petals in the garden they soften all the light , the brightest of colours that shape up the skies . Each cloud is a vision on the tv of life , echoes of the daylight that pours out my life . The windows are my prison , the bars of steel they hold . Transforming of the glass and the look I show the world , buried in the nightmare that no one else will know.
The tranquilizer are loaded , a pill to numb the mind . The deepest sleep delivered to settle through my mind .

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the mother of nature

Her tears are softly falling
There is love in everyone
Little moistened kisses
Each kiss for everyone

She lights up the sky’s
She darken up like night
She listens to our nagging
She even gives a fright

She wakes up in springtime
She sleep when the moon light falls
She looks for the windows
She looks to spoil you

She loves the throw a curve ball
She loves to play the game
She loves to see our faces
She loves to make it rain

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my world

The shadow of my finger , as it slowly craves your back
The tingling sensation , as it laps up its own dance

It circles around the poems that I will right for you
Toiling with the notions, and the love I write for you

My words are softly written , like tattoos down your spine
Loving every moment , like the softness of red wine

The waking of emotions , the stirring of our love
You hold my heart so sweetly, like the wearing of a glove

My mind is a virtue, a statue of the world
My world is a Eden , when you are inside my world

Our anniversary is coming , the day we bless our love
Together we are Inviting , for all to share our love

The lusciousness of kisses , you place on to my lips
Looking into your eyes , and how im in to such bliss

Waking up beside you and gazing in your eyes
Looking at my love and how much I love my wife

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The fairground

Waiting at the fair ground
Watching all the Lights
Looking for the mirrors
I will be riding here all night

The queues they slowly dwindle
Next one will I ride
Strapping down the seat belts
Its time to say or to drive

The bumper carts are bouncing
The rifle range is full
The horror house is scary
It’s time I make my move

The candyfloss it shimmers
A sugary hyperactive treat
It settles all the stomach
As we dangle all our feet

The turntables are revving
The music is a lust
The craving is ever exciting
The next ride is a must

Sitting with a stranger
Each one to there own
The light slowly dimming
Its time for the scare and moan

The hotdogs are delectable
The burger are the same
The fairground is for feeding
We all have to make a sound

The night is slowly passing
The passion for a fright
I stand and wait for the next ride
I hope I dont wait all night

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The comet

Ripping down the pillars .
The wall they crumble in .
Nowhere to run now .
The lights they shine with in .

The sun is in the moon light .
The fire burns all night .
The walking in darkness .
Knocked down by the sight .

The Light is ever blinding    .
It pails in the sun light .
Scorching in the meadows .
The glow is ever bright .

Speed is never constant .
We learn from the time .
Things are never borrowed .
Its rush from the tide .

Creators are the birth mark .
A ripple in the past .
moss and dew is spreading .
A punch line in the grass .

We are all just a moment .
Singular in the rhyme .
A looking glass for comets .
Hurtling through all time .

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Zombie apocalypse

Walking threw the forest with death here by my side . The distant sound of groaning and the moon up in the sky . Each step is place with precision and no trace I leave behind . I dont want to be captured so I leave nothing behind .
I’m not sure what the day is , I dont know where I am . I still wonder what happened , and why it fell on to this land .  The world is not the same now , since the world it went to pot . Each day is a constant battle , I dont know how long i got  .
Since the day of infection , we all prayed to gods . It seemed to fall on deaf ears , and the zombies they forgot . No running water or hot food , I carry what I got . Still we have to survive , but the people they forgot . Not seen another person , its been a good few days . I want to hear a voice again , I talking to my brain.
The zombie are the indigenous creatures and humanity just is not . The moons my only companion , and daylight is all for not .
There’s no time for sit and resting , for they lurk behind the trees . I wish I had a break from this but I sleep up in the trees. The battles is never ending , I wish I never bleed . The scent I have attract them , like a swarm the never flees . I can hear the zombies walking , all they do is bump and groan and scream .
I can hear some body calling , I fear im not alone . If they want to attract the zombies , that’s the way that i would go . I think the voice is growing , its getting loader as I wait . I think I want the company , my zombie friends can wait



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One last fish

The crimson sky cradles the palace of the sky . Pillars of light shine rain down on the lonely fisherman . The sea wraps it’s fingers round the tiny ship , and tightens its grip with every wave . The sky darkens as the wind pulls the boat deeper and deeper in to the unforgiving ocean . Like a needle in a haystack the boat stands alone . With every wave and blast by the nautical winds the fisherman loses control  . The sea rages like a bull in the arena , as the fisherman battles his whit to try to control the tiny ship . He shakes as he is failing to pull the ship into the winds and trying not to sink in the overwhelming Shadow that has fallen on the sea . The fallen looks down on the fisherman from the palace in the sky , and wonders why has he not given up . The boats getting Smothered by the sea swells and the oceans fingers teasing each wave over the nose of the ship
” why Great Neptune , why would you forsake my bounty and my life to the depths of your great kingdom ”
The sky open for a second and a lone ray of sun kiss swallowed the tiny boat .
” Zeus I seek safe passage , I seek you wisdom , I seek you strength to be able to make my way home .”
As the darken swallows the sun and the wave continued the unrelenting barrage on the bout . The fisherman dropped to his knees , and placed his hands on the his heart and looked to the sky . As his face looked up each drop of cold rain seemed to slow down , but as they hit his face he could hear the softest whisper of a familiar voice . It was like the softest of kiss his soul was overwhelmed with the deepest of sorrow . The whisper started to make sense and the words formed a something which he hasn’t heard for a long time
The clouds grew darker and any light that remained was crushed under the volume of the thunderous raw of the storm . The fisherman who was still on his knees with the salty sea water rolling around him , looked at his hands and wiped the sea spray from his eyes . To his amazement in front of him stood two figures , he could not believe what he was witnessing .
” my love is that you ”
He shouted out as the sound of the waves against the tiny boat so loud he could not even hear his own thoughts .
” yes it is me my darling ”
The fisherman dropped his head and warm tears started rolling down his face .
” its ok dada we are with you ”
The fisherman held out his hands , and at that moment he could feel the tiny vessel start to tip
” my boy I love you , I miss you so much . There is not a day that im not on this ocean , wishing that I could of been at home on the day of that storm . ”
His son stepped forward and looked at the hands of his father , he reached out and placed a kiss on both palms
” dada its time ”
The father looked at the small boat and looked at the sail and then back at the figures of his wife and son .
” I think im ready , I want to be with you . Zeus I want to be with my family , I want to feel them in my arms once more . Zeus I love them so much , I could not go another day with out them . Tell Hades that my soul belongs with them on the slopes of mount Olympus . ”
The fisherman held on to the wooden mast and looked and his wife and son fade in to the distance . The boat started to shake and he could hear each piece of the woods splinter snapping as the boat started to crack and the waves ventured on to the boat . As the waves got bigger and bigger he felt like he was lost with the  giants , the crack grew bigger and bigger and the wooden slats could not take any more . The tiny boat took one last look at the world in which it was born in to love . With a lasting crash of thunder the boat split in to two . The fisherman look at the waves as they lined up for the next barrage against him , and as the waves towered above him . He took one last look at his wife’s wedding band that sat snuggled on a piece of string around his neck . He looked up and with his last breath he shouted at the top of his lunges .
” I love you my family , I love you all so much ”
The waves crest fell just over head and washed the lone fisherman in to the icy water and pulled him down in to the swirling Abyss . The lights in the fisherman eyes slowly faded and a smile was left on his lips . His hand slowly open and the ring that he was clutching had gone . The fisherman blinked one last time to see his wife and son standing in a white haze , and the run that he had been clutching was back on his beautiful wife’s hand and his son was running towards him saying
” come with us dada , we have so much to show you ”

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