For Suzanne Gaddess
A voice with no sound
Stretches across invisible miles
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Everyday somewhere in the world
another unsung hero is born.
Someone who is willing,
to lay his life on the line
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To all those who have read my poems,
this poem is just for you.
This is my hundredth poem this year
and I feel like celebrating too.
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Daymare demons spiral your head.
There is no rest in your soft bed.
Images of death reveal.
The guilt you hide, but feel.
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As memories of my past revive in my mind
I find a perception of a sign
That holds all the friendship of life
In words only my mind can contrive
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A life without love
how sad that would be.
To never know the joys
of having someone to love,
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Sometimes our life is a bridge
to help someone else’s inspiration grow.
Our words make others think,
and shape their world to a better place.
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I sit at my desk and wonder,
why people do the things they do.
Why do they go on killing one another,
each and everyday?
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You hold out a hand of friendship
to everyone you meet.
Sometimes it is taken
sometimes it is not.
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