Paul Gomez

The view through my window is a beautiful one,
filled with joy, happiness, laughter and fun.
Boys playing soccer, kids bouncing balls.
Girls telling secrets and loving it all.
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Thanksgiving is a peaceful,
Joyful time of year beer.
Because grandma cooks,
And grandpa has a beer.
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If I were a snowflake, my life would be.
Twenty-four hours for maybe only three

My life would be short, cold and bitter.
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If I were a cloud, I could look down and see
The valleys, the hills, oceans and seas.

My existence would diminish,
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The roar of the crowd, the thundering in my ear.
Singing the star spangled banner but everyone in sync.
I'll buy a program, some nachos and beer.
The announcers shouting the players names as they skate in the rink.
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What do you take advantage of each and every day?
What cuddles you and comforts you when you're too sick to play.
When you're tired and need a rest after a long day of work.
What is waiting with open arms and not offended when you burp?
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I thought I would love you
But I was wrong
I swore that once was enough
And you'd never touch my lips again.
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I wish you were mine, to share my deepest secrets and dreams.

I do and I say all I can to show you how much I feel for you,
but all my efforts fall on blind eyes and deaf ears.
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Peace does not come.
It is in the distance.
Over the next hurdle,
never out of reach
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I want to live it up,
but I can never live it down.
I wanted to touch the sky,
but I'm stuck here on the ground.
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Motivation escapes my mind
like brilliant colors from the blind.
No discipline in my soul
to make me reach out for my goals.
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I see myself in the shining light.
Deeply saddened by the site.
I am not alone, but by myself.
In the corner with no one else.
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I live my life in solitude
Half the time I am destitute

All I want is innocents
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Listen, I'm not you and your not me
just stick to your business
and let me be
sorry to disappoint you but
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Seize the day... Or so they say
be brave enough to challenge fate and
carve your own destiny out of the future
words are easy to speak when lofty ideas are expressed
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The Emerald ocean sings
the song of a Rilkeian
'world inner-space' melody
It is here -
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Hanging their motionless,
not weathered nor tattered.
quietly disheveled,
as to speak of moments
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elation on the tip of my tongue
ready to vault toward declaration
as though a blitzkrieg of rejuvenation
has penetrated pensive fronts
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Shades of gray
roughly black
nearly white
through the day
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