art kuttler Poems

feel the wind
as it roars across the shores
hear the waves crash the sandy beach
watch as your castle made of sand
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O
to be a hobo
sometimes i think i might like to be a
hobo
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You needed what i had
i was glade to give you what i had,
a life of abuse at the hand's of your man,
looking for a way out
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Sometimes, life feels like a long walk,
to the hangman's gallows, the struggles
of life's, everyday strife just to meet,
your maker in the end.
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I was born a little pup,
all to soon i grew up.
searched my family tree
just to see who i might
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Where do you start, to mend a broken heart,
a lost lover, soon you will discover,
a new one, will soon come along,
but when a child leaves, before a parent,
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You cant make them
do right, no matter how hard you
fight,
it's their life to live,
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As i gaze into the fire the red hot coals peer into my soul,
as the devils image uppers horns start to form
above his ears, as the flames lick the night air,
is there any cause for fear when the devil is near,
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When two lovers become one
from one love, tangled and woven together
as a spiders web, a thin thread bound tight
creating an unbreakable bond between to lovers.
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There was an old grump, who sat upon a
stump, like a bump he sat on that
stump,
day after day
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