A Better Way

There has to be a better way
Than going back and forth
Doing right, doing wrong
Because of how we were taught
Taught by them, who we are

No matter the bumps and bruises
No matter the scars or the pain
Can we simply believe in truth?
Born flawless we can never forget
What you say we are cannot be us

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Hold On

Hold on to what you are
Guard close your heart
Flames climb into the night
Lapping at our heels
They aim to tear us apart

These days try to bind us
Bound by mortal chains
But time is on our side
Patience always the virtue
Far beyond our remains

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Along The Road

Passing field’s of waving grain
Waiting for some coming rain
The waning sun at the fields edge
Winking behind the Hawthorne hedge

Birds of all kinds skim along
Swooping to share a special song
Longing shadows line the road
As clouds drift by with their heavy load

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Distant Shores

Away from the turmoil of the world
Our eyes are set on a distant sun

All of our dreams, and the stories we tell
As we pass the days together as one

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Here And Gone

People come and go,
metaphorically,
or actually.

Parts of life splintered,
falling away,
and are gone forever.

Wounds heal in time,
even scars fade,
but the memories remain.

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The Role

Play the role they have written
Be the actor, be the liar
Play the game by the rules
Giving others what they desire

Hold the rage that builds inside
Never dare to release
In the presence of those around
Blindly aiming to please

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Space

There’s always a space in my heart for you
Always open and free
Always caught in your gravity

Drifting in the void deep and dark
Your light beckons
And I shift my direction

Always my soul belongs to where you are
With your heaven of stars
No distance is ever too far

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Father

I can’t fall asleep easily
I am not a religious man
But I know something is here
I want to do better; honestly

When I am hung by my feet
Could I still be your son?
I have tried hard to be worthy
but this world often defeats

I simply call him Father
Every day I am so aware
Of how much I should care
I am loved, even when I falter

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The Artist

If I could write a painting
with words of line and form
My pen upon the canvas
your heart I would transform

My carefully chosen palette
would colour every phrase
with tender loving strokes
laid vividly upon the page

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Along The Way

I didn’t get lost along the way
I got VERY lost
Adrift in a world with no sense

Broken glass and shattered dreams
Paths fading away
Looking for a glimmer

Dark days, black nights
Putting myself on trial was the habit
Pulled from under, I awoke

Into the light, surfacing
Damming the turbulent past
Praying the dam will hold

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