The Poetry Of

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my heart still races
when i see your face
and i melt in your arms
upon the feel of your lips
never again did i think i would feel this
and then it happened
everything else stopped
and time stood still
you were in my arms again
and that was all that mattered
if it never happened again
i would still die happy
for during that one night
i was a king, and you...
you were my queen

time
past, present, future
what was...
now is
what now is...
may remain
what will be?
do we want to know?

life goes on and on
death arrives like the crack of dawn
no one knows quite where or when
the reaper will take us to the end

take the time, while you're alive
to smell the roses, or watch the sky
for sooner than you think
you'll be standing on the brink

the end is near, so sieze the day
never will there be another today
live life to the fullest, make each moment last
'cause soon these memories are all in the past

a boy goes off to war
only his family will mourn
oblivious to the death around
he charges from the pack
a shot
a whiz
a thwack
the bullet hits, he falls
no one comes to help
they hear no cries
death's icy grip had arrived
his parents do not know
what has happened to their son
now dead at age twenty-one

will he ever leave?
does he exist or is he a dream?
the woman i cherish is his
but for how long
should i wait or should i move on?
my heart breaks in two when i hear his name
but sadly i fear, he will remain
if i go on, can i return
if my heart still longs for the woman it yearns?

my feelings are eternal
they can never die
as time passes
maybe they will fade
minutes, hours, days, years
time goes on
i am replaced
but are the feelings still there
will we ever know?
should we? can we?
time will tell
sooner or later
life will take over
and nothing will be the same

i think about the past
and i see it now
things are happening again
but do we want to see?
i think about what might have been
and wonder what will be
there are so many possibilities
so much that could happen
what will we see?
what will we feel?
it has been so long
it is impossible to tell

to the one
i can never have
who is close enough to touch
but too far call my own
who makes me tremble
just by entering the room

to the one
whose eyes sparkle like diamonds
and whose touch is like silk
whose lips make me melt
and whose words
could make me kill

to the one
who i see in my sleep
and think about when awake
who will be my last thought
to the one
the one who i love

the cause of misery
the reason for fear
watching during the day
riding throughout the night
they know all and see all
and will always be there
never do they fail
nor ride away
famine breeds weakness
pestilence takes health
war brings destruction
death ends it all
everytime something happens
they will be the cause
the four horsemen of the apocalypse
will ride through the end of time

short, yet long
easy, yet hard
clear, yet confusing
it affects us all
some more than others
it shapes our choices
exposes our mistakes
what is this thing we all know?
life
it is what determines...
us

why do we look to tomorrow
when there is still today?
why do we dwell in the past?
it all happened yesterday
leave the past behind
it really does not matter
forget about the future
it will take care of itself
for what you do today
ma determine the course of your life
for all time