jack green Poems

Rough is this coat i wear soiled and torn from to many falls.
A cold shadow casts me forward as a flame consumes the wick.
This numb existence i possess stares at reckless abandon because.
Of to many choices ignored while being delivered mistakes picked.
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The sun slowly rises in the east as the morning mist gives way.
The generations gathered to celerbrate the cycles, to feast, dance and pray.
Our fathers kept tradition all arrived to this same hallowed ground.
Like all of their fathers before brave yet peaceful and profound.
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Many are days weeks and years.
Now am too old for salty tears.
Sadness replaced the youthful dreams.
Lost time won the battle to me it seems.
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To have and hold more precious than gold.
Waste not and want not is what has been told.
Beware of the wicked have faith till the end.
Count all of your blessings cherish your friends.
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As the gentle southern rain softly whispers of you.
The ache i carry deep in my heart washes over me
Just once more to see those green eyes of beautiful hue
Staring right back at me, oh the changes you will see.
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The cracked cobblestone memories, are heavy with time.
As are the wrinkles, on my once young face.
Carved by the years, burned by the sun, barren is the vine.
Cold fingers now reap the harvest, of this empty place.
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Baring the weight of burden, carried deep in my soul.
Searching for passage to wisdom, not once hearing the bell toll.
Peering through eyes filled with visions, of mistakes made long ago.
Caught by a blistering whirlwind, scorching me from within.
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Have you ever felt cast away a nameless wave on a forgotten sea?
Did you think you could hold on against a never relenting wind?
Do you find yourself caught between what could have been and used to be?
Did you really think you were right, life is sweet until the bitter end.
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The starving and the homeless begging in the street.
Have the only notion of what frost feels like on bare feet.
Places where an orphan sleep alone and out of sight.
Heated only by a candle not much for them to bare.
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Truth is a word with only one meaning.
Twisted at times half told not ringing.
Wrestled from doubt showing the wear.
Crippled from use without even a care.
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