sorry i have no title for this one... couldnt think of one... and the fact that there was distraction outside which made this one a bit shorter then what i had in mind... lots of firetrucks and police cars geesh... oh well... here it is... and they keep coming too...
The mean willing man rises to my knees Looking beyond me I find him very small The wind blowing from his mouth just couldn't stay away I find myself here in your home Even tho im lost I still look to you for guidance Can you show me where to go? Do you even know? I know my style remembers the old lady by the lake The blue water colors her outline to my memory Walking to her I find that my feet are no longer there I can't seem to put your thoughts together Blue takes my mind to ease and you are gone What seems to go along to your life She calls to me One by one they find me a home Birds afraid to show me I can fall to your knees
this is one of your more powerful writes, John... I love that. Of course, you know me.. I have to pick on something.. I wouldn't be me if I didn't! We still need to work on those little words of yours... ;)
But all in all... a great write.
It's great to see you writing and not every piece has to have a title.
Kudos, my friend.
Happy Writing. ~Poe
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"..I don't care for your fairytales... - Sara Bareilles
haha yeah didnt catch that right away lol.... you know how i am when im in the mood i just wanna get it out and sometimes dont even realize what did til you point it out to me.... thank you will fix it prolly tomorrow if i can remember i read your comment alittle late tonight didnt know you commented back :)
Johnny, this was very well done for all the reasons stated above. I enjoyed the thoughts and imagery here. :)
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"Our mothers and fathers held us close to their hearts and they promised 'One bright and shining day my children, we will triumph in battle. One bright and shining day my children, we will give you back your wings.' " - PL: S&W
