Living my life...Making lovely poems...love making more but dont exactly share cause there private to me and all...I'm a hunter, fisher and a trapper...love doing things out there...but dont travel much in the summer...: P....I think that's what I am...: D more »
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Hunter Kejick Poems
My Special Friend
Isn't it funny How some special people dont realize they are special at all?
Pain for you
This pain is for you Many things I believe for you is pain I dont want any pain from you but I accepted your pain I'll take the pain from you forever
Where will I live? Where would I call it home? Where's my only land? Where can I teach?
Days gone by
Days gone by I never go anywhere These days I'm infected by home
A Lonely day Its not mines Its the grestest day of my life But today it is not.
Love is everywhere
Love is alike Love is hurtable Love is my life Love can be only share by everyone and your love ones
The Thunder and Lighting
The night is going dark The skies are going darker I heard a roaring sound Look, it’s the lighting above
Evening dawn, going down Beautiful lake to look at Water is calm, night is rising
He created the heavens and earth Watching every step we take since birth The air we breathe - The Nature we see Down to the whispers that the wind will bring.
Open the Darkness and light Heavenly
Open me up and lead me on I see the backless upon these light Afraid to enter Scared of what? What I see is fire
I have many feelings that I cant take Many lead to disaster and hatred I cant control myself for once I know where I may lead
night through morning
I rose in the night walked to the forest when the morning breezes blew and the sun rose
When I was alone
When I was alone, I didnt care much But you came into my life
Broken wings I don't need many wings are broken. I need a powerful wings. I want to fly away.
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My Special Friend
Isn't it funny
How some special people
dont realize they are special at all?
Without even thinking about it
They're always right there
when you call.
They share, not excepting
a thing in return.
Yet always seem richer
Isn't it lovely how
those special people
can teach us
so much about living!
You're one of those Special People!
Thanks for being my friend