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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Door of iron,
And with fire, then ice
Render me captive paying price
And always on guard day and night
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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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- Through the stratocumulus covered crystal blue.

-  Standing neath the midday sun shining high, so shall you.
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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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Birds of prey anxiously stare
Filling eve's air with a somber despair
One of the living has fallen to earth
Watching quietly sitting in my chair
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Hear the cherished songstress of night
Flying with stars shining bright
And within the moon's path
She flys, throughout my nights 
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Anguished tears beset my heart, overwhelming it, in the loneliness of a darkest night.

If pain hath glory, it shall be one of torment to the soul, until all resolve is mislaid and my hope remains fettered away.
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Iridescent spectrums enlacing the sky
Arching gently against the blue
Pot of gold at ending lies
Treasures hidden away from view
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Sparkling eyes, catching heavens stars 
Iridescence globes admired from afar
Two beacons of beauty holding truth
Bound across sky as intense quasars
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  The aroma fills the air on hot summer months as I peer out onto the world from a post and seeing nothing but, two sentries staring back at me. Standing 15 foot tall, ensuring me, no foe will breach my security.
   Alone you watch as the sultry days of fall trickle away and turn to bitter cold.
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