Ron Pate

Our lives enslaved to predetermined courses of events, all leading to our conceived future. The natural order held by many as fate deciding how we meet, and how we love. It's born within our hearts and is our very soul..
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- Through the stratocumulus covered crystal blue.

-  Standing neath the midday sun shining high, so shall you.
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   When I close my eyes and begin to dream into the night it seems; I drift away and travel back in time, to a place with disfigured faces haunt me, draining me and stealing my time.
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    Each time the wind ruffles the leaves in the trees outside and a distant bird sings, I see your face and hear your name.

  As each day begins it's all I can do, to cope with your enduring farewell.

When the night sky appears I find 
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-Bugles sound charge and the drum plays, as pillows of white smoke unfolded while soldiers marched forward that early day. Rank and file were soon to fall, covered in
a blanket of blood red.
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Bitter silence, words of few
Lips sealed, never parting in view
Sweet pallets frozen in time
Heart in disarray until morn's dew
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In a meadow just down the road the green grass grows and feels like soft carpet neath ones steps.
And in that meadow a small brooke trickles the bluest of blue water and mimics the beautiful wild blue sky.
In a meadow just down the road the flowers bloom with a spectrum of color, almost as if a rainbow fell upon them.
And in that meadow a gentle breeze carries a sweet sound of a songbird singing delightfully amongst the swaying trees.
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Heard these words of a fate filled song so many times before, but never felt them as I did standing amongst the old and young, as the words poured down upon their souls like rain. The tears formed and rolled as if he'd only went home yesterday, not 35 years before.

The tour moves on
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Crystal clear drops falling from the night sky washing away a days residue and cleansing a soul. A soul strained, searching for new beginning opens it's arms reaching out for resolution and hope is all that is offered.
Piercing the night while a crystal rain beats down, mine eyes may never see what has been, for tonight a moonbow appears crossing horizon's dim light allowing hope to rise upon the wind and fill my heart once again.
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Days are long and the nights even longer as I bide my time to survive one more night without you;

as my thoughts of you wander I see the brightest stars in the sky, all of which cannot hold a candle to you;
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Theres no need to be alarmed, you know three times is somewhat a charm.. Im almost certain here comes another one. Maybe, all I need, is just a simple EKG.
Tick, tock, goes the clock, no one knows when it'll stop. Maybe, I just need some rescue first aid. Rest assured on that day, when I pass, my tombstone will be etched in this way....His last words read, 'I'm Fine.'
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I feel the warm sweet gentle smile of your face
Never imagined before such a beautiful place
Your eyes meet mine...
Look deep inside me…
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In the cold damp nights soft whispers call out to us all sending a chill down our spines. Inaudible whispers only spoken in one's mind.

Reality drifts and travels a different road, as the whispers take grasp, gently carrying us to a place only one's inner sanctum will ever know.
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 In a darkened place he lies back and dreams.  If he could go back in time, he capture the love lost so many years ago.  He'd prove once and for all he has a heart.
 Where once stood a man, now stands a shell.  Broken down from within and it's so hard to tell, cause he plays the part.....so well.  
  He can't capture her love and all he can do is stand back and watch as his whole world falls apart.  
  And in the end as his eyes grow dim; she'll run through his mind one final time.  He says, 'mark this day' I carry her love with me anyway..
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 As your eyes burn, from a fire deep within, sadness overwhelms your soul and refuses to let forgiveness in, and a Ocean of tears washes away your resistance, so you may try once again. 

Crashing against the jagged rocks of Life's shore, receding momentarily and then returning, until the hands of time moves healing your soul.
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   As the sun sets one last time for a dear friend, let my honor to him be a celebration of life, instead of a mournful goodbye.  A friend distinguishing himself amongst men and his difference set the example for so many to follow.  
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  As a premature spring rain is born to an early March wind, a heavy heart carries unfulfilled dreams within my soul.  
  Rain falls steadily never to cease or console, as if only to circumvent my actions for a short while, contorting and adding more difficulty as the March wind howls and blows.
  The mind wanders and reaches for a tiny fragment of youth as wrought iron rusts and a March wind swirls paying tribute to the Ode to the old.
   Nearby trees yield to and fro, struggling to stand tall as the unforgiving wrath carries on.  
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   Seeking shelter from an incoming storm I ran across an old shanty, sitting well off the beaten path.   Glancing at the threatening sky I quickened my pace as the rain drops began to sting my skin in the cool September wind.  Upon reaching the door and stepping in, a warm feeling surrounded me and
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    Fire born from smoke rises upward engulfing the desire within reluctant souls.  Leaping from the shadows grasping one's heart.  A heart that begs to be held and kept from harm.
    Words of no relevance hammer down as rain falls eroding timid barriers built on a battered coast soon to fail, flooding is immanent to the uneasy.
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  Let the words I place upon the page say what I never said.  The words fall like sweet rain explaining what I never could express.  My words pour down erasing all the hurt I fell unto you.  
  Accept the words as my sentiment and know they are what I couldn't say when you needed them most.  
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