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There are piles of words, here,
Laying on the floor.
So many words, to choose from
Without opening up the door.
So why then, do I scramble
To find a single word, to adore,
Instead of my babbling, ramble
Of those things, that are no more?

Docile being
goes unseeing,
bending in the wind.
Swaying, gently,
unrelenting,
standing free,
once again.

If I,
With wisdom,
Chose to say,
From now on,
No better day,
Would ever
Let it be,
To run
Or walk
Eternally,
To a better life,
Than you have known
Or have more wisdom
Than you have shown.
One day soon,
When I am gray,
I will not choose
To run away.

What in hell am I doing here,
Lost in my anonymity,
Surrounded by indecision,
At times sinking in my own self pity.

Life's sweet moments, are the sweetest I've
Ever known,
Coupled with bouts of depression,
Interspersed among my mundane moments.

Existence is for the sake of existing,
Nothing more, nothing less.
Aspirations of importance pervades all.
Few achieve, most while failing,
Do not fail, but attain that level
Which we all must rise to.

God, if I will understand,
That having been, I will ask
No more.
Having seen, I will see no more
And having loved,
Be loved forever.

The words are so many,
I write down a few.
How do I capture them,
When I think of you?
Words appear in a mass
of those I must undo,
to capture all the meaning.
It's what Poets will do.
Writing of words, over time,
searching for one or two,
finding words which will rhyme.
Words pouring out, so quickly,
those sublime, one more time.
Writings will fade, after ink
becomes old, with paper brittle,
thoughts now forgotten, they sink.
No one reads; very little
as I say now to you,
no matter the day it's
here now for my friend, you.

I have admired you,
from near and far,
creature of beauty,
that you are
and I see you.

Secretive glances
that I've made,
unable to utter,
my words, unsaid
and unspoken.

We are worlds apart,
you and I,
nor can you see,
the look in my eye,
as I think of you.