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Jake Harris Poems
Change, The Inevitable.
Change is to one man the death of a friend, To another the birth of a child. Change is the shifting of soft winds of spring, to a hurricane deadly and wild.
Hours to days Days to weeks What value has time Near the heart I seek
Endless Hallway, Endless Doors
You walk a path of yours alone Of beaten dirt and cobbled stone The life you lead is always yours An endless hallway of endless doors.
My One True Love
I never wanted this day to come, I never wanted to see you go. I thought we'd be together forever But you didn't see it so.
The Battle of A Silent Heart
The battle of a silent heart A solemn love, a lonely art This man who walks an open path
Silence sleeps on the wings of despair A fire, alight in her soul. Brought on the winds of the chill night air Hells angel taking her toll.
A Friend In Deed.
A troubled life, full of pain You long for sun but you get rain. A broken soul, once was proud Now covered by a sordid cloud.
The silent sounds of a harp unstrung Play the mournful tune of a heart now stung Singing timeless lyrics on a serpentine tongue To be played eternally throughout all time
Welcome To My Mind
Brimstone clouds the midday sky Taking light from living eye Choking plants until they die Welcome to my mind.
What the hell am I doing here? Living a life of colourless cheer. Walking streets in constant fear. Whispering words inside my ear.
Marry Me My Love
I love you more than words describe More than sights from far and wide For a beauty just like you I never thought were true
A Look In Sanity
Darkness shrouds the light of day Scaring all good thoughts away From the sky falls crimson blood The rivers bulge and rush and flood
How much am I truly worth How much will I fetch? Who would ever pay for me An awful stinking wretch
Hope Abandoned at the bridge Courage Broken and misplaced
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Change, The Inevitable.
Change is to one man the death of a friend,
To another the birth of a child.
Change is the shifting of soft winds of spring,
to a hurricane deadly and wild.
Change is the moving of the hourglass sands,
It's the coming of dawn after dark.
Change is taking one step at a time,
The emotion in each persons heart.
But change in the end, will not change at all
The one constant in everyone's lives
Change is the light at the end of the tunnel
The healer who opens our eyes.