jack green Poems

Flew through life holding to all that i can.
Counting the days all remaining are on one hand.
Lost is the dream what should have been.
Gone is the chance to suceede or win.
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When I reach the other side. And see through eye's anew.
Can I really say I have tried? Because that is my point of view.
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Started with a candle straight tall and bright.
In a world full of darkness void of a guiding light.
I can't count the times that the flame burned my hand.
I guess that is easy to do when your candle is lit at both ends.
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I hate to leave like this, with an ache to move on i cant resist.
Its just some things are better unsaid, an empty heart needs to be fed.
So i hit the road to where i dont know, with heavy heart and empty soul.
Following the shoulder of a no name road, this lost highway is now my abode.
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When I am all alone and all is quiet my mind drifts slowly away.
Walking the halls of my past, memories fill my tired worn flask.
Alone with my thoughts, the wrongs and rights, places a child once played.
I remember the dream's of a young lass, searching for love that will long last.
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The trees now are turning so vaired are the shades.
Cool and clear the night soon ice will choke the glades.
Sad and mornful song in the distance cries a loon.
While on the shadowed horizon hangs the harvest moon.
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The wonder of it all, memories i recall, when I was young and ten feet tall.
There was no end in sight, future was bright, the page was up to me to write.
I look back to memories cast, I remember when I saw you last now distant past.
The last word's I heard you say, is son I will be ok, and I just smiled and walked away.
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How may a person know the correct road to follow?
When is whats right not even fair, fist ring hollow?
How will words find a place when safe from tamper?
Is a poets soul meaningless without pin and paper?
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Shallow water cold and unforgiving beckons her gift.
Shadowed desire welling up culls no one slowly drifts.
Castaway and beguiled by misfortune envy and disgust.
Just beyond the breakers, safe passage beleaguered mistrust
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Where crimson and black trapped in the heart of men.
An eternity will be spent, paying the price for his sin.
Fed a diet of anguish served spite, seasoned with a grin
Tormented by the sound of misery all around and within.
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