Will be transferring poems asap.


My Shining StarYou were my shining star So beautiful and bizarreMy Shining Star
You laughed like a kid At every silly thing I did
You made me smile when I was sad And calmed me when I was mad
You sung to me while I slept
And held me while I wept
You taught me how to see Just how beautiful life could be
You made me feel good And you always understood
Until I said ‘I love you’ And everything was thrown askew
You retreated so far And I lost my star.


S T R O N GHe left her eight years ago With nothing at all He abandoned their child And let her take the fallS T R O N G
She’s living her life one day at a time Just putting one foot in front of the last She sits in her house by the window Watching her life rush past
She thinks about him in the middle of the night And when she’s all alone She wonders if he’s sorry She wonders if she should have known
But everyday she makes it by Even when everything’s wrong She’ll beat the odds Because she’s strong.


Your Violin.It’s strange to say I trust you Even in the dark When I can’t see your face But can hear your pounding heartYour Violin.
And my own words surprise me too Along with the slow flutter in my chest I wished these feelings all away As down below they were suppressed
But now they float Come up for air Seek the connection I once tore Face the sun’s early morning glare
And your bright eyes pull me in Towards the soul that lives deep within You play the melody of our love The words you softly speak, your violin


SomeI used to think I knew him well. His brilliant thoughts, his tinted eyes. His thoughts, it seems, he'd never tell. His face was a disguise.Some
Some birds can fly as fast as sound; Some only tread upon the ground.
My friend, I'd say. He was, I thought, But still, his genius gave no clues That strength he had in wars he fought Was strength he could not use.
Some birds will only perch to sing; Some perch to nurse a broken wing.
The world, he found, was still too small. He saw that cage, his constant foe. You can't give freedom
Drawing Blood

The Ascent of a ManI prayed for my salvation, Looking to the sky. So the Lord remade me better, And an Angel thus was I.The Ascent of a Man
And in His kingdom were His holy word And heavens made of light, But I could not reach them all Without the gift of flight.
I could not search the kingdom, So I begged the Lord that I could fly. So the Lord remade me better, And Archangel thus was I.
Joy came to me at last, For at last I saw his land. Woe came to me as well For I could not understand.
I had not the strength of soul, So I prayed for wisdom beyond mo
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“The more I think about it, the more I realize there is nothing more artistic than to love others.”
-Vincent van Gogh
Cheers
Guenter
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“The more I think about it, the more I realize there is nothing more artistic than to love others.”
-Vincent van Gogh
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On and on and on it goes,
The world it just keeps spinning.
Until I'm dizzy, time to breathe,
So close my eyes and start again, anew.
- Willy Mason
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