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Sky of night, sparkle black
Fortune coming thy way
Treasures of dreams
Keys from thieves
To unlock what future we’ll play

As it is Written
If a letter is written to a friend far away
I’m sure they’ll appreciate it no matter what it may say
As long as the thought has come from the heart
There’s no way that letter will pull the friendship apart

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Friendship to me
Isn’t hard to find or see
As long as it’s close
And not far away
It will always be found
And friends we will stay

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I look to the universe for the answers to all my questions. Why won’t it tell me?
This vast and unexplained world so rich in knowledge, but I can’t
relate to it. Life is full of twists and turmoil’s. We guide ourselves on the
road around the problems. I fear though, we all face the problems anyway.
To travel through them the answers must be found.

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The Apple of Life
“Why?” “Why does this happen to me!”
I’m gonna get hit by a train or drown by the see.
“Why me, it just can’t be.”


Life has life itself
It experiences, learns, grows
World predictions have no basis
We abide, we ignore, and it shows

But who is to say they are for real??
These cruelties of life’s guiding past
Twisted fate appears and vanishes
Control doesn’t make them last

Feelings deep riding on edge
“Losin’ it” comes to mind
Caring and taking care

Both and the future you will find

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So the day will come when you and I will finally meet
On solid, clean ground, where together we plant our feet

Decisions will be made that effect both of our lives
Getting to really know each other. Neither with anything to hide

I sense serious feelings will soon be involved
I feel it in my soul and mind our mystery should one day be solved

Together as friends we know so damn much!
You’re so interesting beautiful you collected stamps and such

But the true reason that I’m so into you everyday
Is the respect and feelings that you see in me today

Yes, a fantasy. Some destined singles made to be two
I really want us to happen… and I hope… so do you

I’ll strive to be the best you’ve ever, ever seen
I’m confident and gentle, but of course no Charlie Sheen

But he was born an actor since his young rich life began
I’m true to the possibilities of life like Footprints in the Sand

This is my last letter while you still at training camp
Your time there is very short so why waste a perfectly good stamp

But letters will still come and we will still be apart
From those feelings of warmth and joy we both feel inside our heart…

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CONFUSION
Why worry now?
Why worry?
Why?
I’m sorry! Life is tough. Huh!!!
Beautiful! Things can’t be that awful!
Think things of beauty!
Why not?
So.
Don’t worry about it!!
If anyone should worry it ought to be me.
Hell! I’m the one talking to no one right now.
The worst thing is, is that I’m recording it.
This piece of paper!!
Yes?
Because I like to talk to nobody!
I like to write also. 1 + 1 equals…
You get it now don’t you?
Besides, it’s comforting to know I’m talking.
Talking to nobody.
Why?
Because, I can say how I feel.
You won’t get upset or anything.
Why?
Because you’re nobody…not even there
So don’t…whooops!
Why worry?
Nobody worries and I really think you shouldn’t.
You’ve got nothing to live for.
So why worry?
Why?
“Why not?”

Friendship was given
From the God of Heaven above
Our friendship is still friendship
But can it ever be love?

The Wish
Star light star bright
First star I’ve seen this night
I wish I may, I wish I might
Have a wish granted this night

The wish I want
Is of this night
I need it before the nights end
It concerns a person
A very special person
One that’s a very close friend

I wish that she could feel
A feeling of great joy
Happiness equal to all of mankind
The Joy I need
Is to flow throughout her soul
The happiness I need her to find
So star being so bright
And so full of good light
Shine down and grant my wish this night

If you, star, don’t grant my wish
M night will be torn apart

The happiness she needs
Isn’t hard to find
As long as the happiness
Comes from the heart…

A Fleeting Word
Love is tricky. One may love a friend who rescues them from a bar or takes
them home from school. One may love a pet that protects their home and
cuddles close under the covers. One may love chocolate, which sweetens
the appetite and places big zits on the face. One may love the job they work
every day and the money it provides for the family.
There are endless possibilities for defining love. Maybe that’s where we get
the term “Endless love.”
To me love is blind. It creeps its way into my heart and I don’t know it’s
there. Sometimes I feel foolish at the way I let my heart guide my life and
my decisions. Foolish because the love I’ve felt in the past isn’t the love I
want.
Someday I will find the love I search for and when it enters my heart I will
know it’s there.

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The imagination of the perfect life everyone pictures they will experience.
It’s a sickness, has to be done.
Seldom do dreams of life come true some say, but directed thoughts of those
dreams do come true.
One just doesn’t know when or remember when, when one imagined the
moment.

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The Memory
Written in dedication to my Grandmothers 80th Birthday
I read it at a banquet with 39 of my closest relatives

Bringing the thoughts of 80 years
To an event so memorable as this
I can only dream of sharing the time
With my Grandmother through life I miss

Then, of course, there are those few dreams
Which actually, become, reality quite clear
Gathered as One, a family not forgotten
This is the soul reason we are all here

I see a past with tiny red western hats
Worn by cousins so young and bold
To vision the Tiger decal on the back
Of a trailer on day Granddad had sold

Turning and turning the handle would go
Awaiting the treat we all knew would glow
The freezing of the milk surrounded by ice
Created in a tiny bucket to make the dessert nice

A trip to Lake Casitas
Oh, yes, still too young to really fish
But I see the best in my family
Look at Jeff’s new wife…what a dish!

Then of course this little memory tale
That I bring to you would not be true
If it weren’t for the memory that’s deep inside me
And I know is inside all of you

Someone is missing from this party we tend
Wounds were created but along will mend
A man that was a part of this woman we love
Who now has a home with the One above

These are only a few details, Grandma,
Of why I remember you so well
So many birthdays have just flown by
Oh the stories each of us could tell

It all boils down to the one reason we’re all in town
To honor a woman who is a mother to us all
Her 80th Birthday is only a dream we can see
From a caring woman who so sweetly says,
“Anytime Ronnie…Just give me a call.”

Eighty Years
My Grandmother wrote this poem to me in response to the above poem
I read at her Birthday/Reunion.
Today Dear Lord, I’m eighty and so much I haven’t done
I hope, Dear Lord, you’ll let me live until I’m eighty-one

But if I haven’t finished all the things I want to do
Would you let me stay around until I’m eighty-two?

There are so many places I’d so much like to see
Do you think that you could manage to make it eighty-three?

This world is changing fast, with computers by the score
To learn a bit of that, Dear Lord, I’ll need till eighty-four

And if Doc. Terpstra tells me that by then I’m still alive
It would be super grand, Dear Lord, to stay until eighty-five

Then maybe you’ll go further and let me choose the pick
And I’ll be grateful, Lord, if I can live to eighty-six

The Scriptures tell us often of the joys of reaching Heaven
But maybe you could grant me now the joy of eighty-seven

By then I’ll age, maybe totter and be slowed down and sometimes late
But even then I’ve seen that life is rich at eighty-eight

Each year on earth is precious. I’m asking only one more time
Please, Lord, could I try for eighty-nine?

Whatever years are granted me, whatever is my case
Most of all I thank you for your Redeeming Grace
(My Grandmother, Vanita, is now 87)

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A Beginning
One’s thoughts and dreams

A Wish
Thoughts of one’s future dreams

A Lie
False dreams of one’s future thoughts

An Idea
Thoughts of a wish put to perspective

A Love
One’s future wishes come true

An Ending
The truth in our future wishes

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We see in the light some of the true happiness we have within. Fighting
with so much strength to keep that light bright. The day it darkens is the fate
of us all.

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Corruption occupies our souls and weep for total cleansing. The dirt and schmuck wreaks a foul stench and horror. Dim thoughts plague us as we search for some truth for-telling the cause of this wretched sickness.

A cure… is it possible? Can we deliver from within our minds the answer to all our failed dreams?
The past is our plague.
The future holds the cure.

The World In Which I’ve Always Existed
I become dazed. My eyes slowly close themselves, one at a time… very slowly. My head lies on the soft down of my pillow and my back is flat against the surface of my bed. My heart slows to only a pitter and a pat. Now I’m gone.
I’m off in my own world in which I create and destroy at any given time. I either live or I die but never both. Never both.
I’m free! I’m whatever I want to be. Wherever I want to be. Whoever I want to be with is at my side. My mind is wandering, but full of every human experience possible.
Emotions of great proportions stream every which way except for one…
Depression…
It stays in one place. Not moving. Not living. Not dying…because it is already dead. But it’s there and its purpose is only to be there and destroy things, all by its presence. Only it’s presence.
In my own world I should be able to create and destroy as I wish, but in this state of emotion nothing is done the way I want. The walls crash, hard, breaking everything visible in my world.
I’m alone! I’m whatever evil is present. No person is by my side. My mind is cluttered, cloudy, and full of hate.
Emotions of great proportions stream every which way except for one…
Happiness…
I awake

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