Sorrow

Whenever I start writing, I normally have a goal in mind with regards to where I would like to take the poem. Not so much with this one though.....

I pretty much just wrote what came to mind and tried to get the feelings down in a way that some readers might actually understand where I'm coming from in this one.

Hope you like it, and, as always, keep the emails coming.
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I'm moving along my own road.
I'm just walking along my road all alone.
There's no one here to share my sorrow.

I get so lost and dont know how,
I get so sad and understand now,
I get so far gone, Never again I vow.

Wish you would come take me Home,
Wish I could live to my own Song,
Wish I could meet you Here: but don't follow.

I'm moving along my own road.
I'm just walking along my road all alone.
There's no one here to share my sorrow.

You're living life so well Now,
You're trying to, but can't shake me off Now,
It Hurts to say it, but you're Lost Now,

Hey You, You're deep in my heart, I vow.
YesYou, My kisses, you'd always allow
Oh You, You're So Far Past my level now.


I'm moving along my own road.
I'm just walking along my road all alone.
There's no one here to share my sorrow.

Please now, just take me home,
Let me gaze in eyes that once Shone,
Please just get me away from this show.

I won't settle down unless you promise to lay it to waste,
And I won't calm myself until This promise, you make.
And I wont follow your guidelight until this chance you take.

I'm moving along my own road.
I'm just walking along my road all alone.
There's no one here to share my sorrow.

And If you hesitate at my offer this night,
And you don't want to hold me tight,
I wont bother you: and leave this very night.

It doesn't matter;
after all that's Said.
It doesn't matter;
after all that's done,
It doesn't matter;
No more tears I'll Shed,
It doesn't matter;
Just keep looking out for number One.

Hey, after all, it's My own Road.
Hey; It's Fine, I'll Walk it all alone.
Hey, To myself,  I'll keep my own sorrow.

Sleeping Beauty

Insomnia is probably one of the worst things I've ever had to deal with. It ruins entire weeks, drains your energy, causes stress to loved ones and just taints day to day experiences. However, it also provides someone like me with alot of time where everyone else is asleep, leaving the world fairly empty and quiet. I've been able to finish countless papers for school and write a few poems during my sleepless nights.
It also gives you the chance to see others in their most innocent state: asleep.




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It gets late one cold night,
So you're here in my bed.
Smiling, I turn off the light.
Careful not to wake you,
I always fear that I might.

I tip-toe in and lay beside you quietly
I hesitate before I kiss you:
You're sleeping so peacefuly.
Dreaming, Of what, I wish I knew.

A delicate smile shapes your lips,
So full and always so soft;
Perfectly parted, awaiting my kiss.
But I dare not intrude;
On a dream that gives you such bliss.
I`m afraid Id feel too rude,
So this chance Ì sadly miss.

"But wait", I muse: I'm Brave, I'm Bold!
I sneak an arm around your shoulder,
Now in my arms, you're mine to hold,
My heart's alone no longer.

In your sleeping ear, an important truth is Told:
"I love you, Dear! I love you!"
And I hope it finds you, and even in your dreams means more to you than Gold.

Escape

Now that the moon is down,
There's no light left to see,
Feel me, Lead me, forward we'll move.

Now that the moon is down,
It's our time to flee,
Hold me, pull me, we'll be out soon.

Now that the moon is down,
It's just you and me,
Love me, protect me, you've nothing to lose.

Now that the moon is down,
The sun will soon rise,
And safety, in this new day, resides.

Sestet

Most poets ignore Sestets (A six-line Poem, often depicting Love/Romance, or a Gothic/Dark work). The exception to this rule would most definitely be those poets who frequently write sonnets (Italian/English/Shakespearean/Spenserian/Modern), who seem to incorporate this style into their larger works,

In following with my general strategy in life, I have chosen to forsake most common rules/protocols, and go in my own direction and just write a sestet with my own rhyming pattern. (Don't forget; I'M RICK JAMES!!!)

I won't break this one down by labelling the rhymes, because there are inter-line patterns, and it would be more confusing than it's worth.


Hope you enjoy.


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I'm looking for you, Sweetheart, I'm needing you right now.
Find me: come fly to me, come save me from this Hell,
It's gotten oh-so dark, and around, me there's no hope of Light.
The end is near, I fear, and I may yet die of Fright.
I need a special someone, and I know that must be You,
Don't ask me how, I just know that it's your image that pulls me Through.

Lost

I met a young Marine that was visiting Canada. I only had the chance to spend a few days around him, but quickly learned in that short amount of time that this guy would do anything for anyone, especially his girlfriend, Nicole.

I got to hear some good stories from his first tour in Iraq, and the Battle for Fallujah, which he was heavily involved in, and the place that would eventually claim his life.

I started this poem a long time ago, and didn't really come back to it until well after Sean died, when I was able to deal with it a little better, while I was stuck on CFB Meaford, Ontario.

I hope he would like it, although he did tease me a bit when he first learned that I sometimes write poetry.

I wrote this thinking about being overseas and having someone like Nicole back here in North America that was waiting, worrying for you everyday. He told me that the hardest part of being away from her was the worry that he would feel like he let her down by not coming back.

Sean

Born 6/02/1983

KIA 30/07/2007

Miss you buddy



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Before I ever joined this fight,
Before your worry kept you up at night,
I promised this; that I'd come home to you someday.

Dear gorgeous, don't you worry,
Even though my path is rocky,
I'll be coming home for you someday.

Sometimes I've felt that all is lost,
To live I've had such horrible barriers to cross,
But I promised: I'm coming home to you, Babe.

I sometimes wonder if you miss me,
I'm waiting until you can again kiss me
I miss the taste of those lips; so sweet.

Another day with too many losses, its getting rough
I'm not so sure anymore that I can be this tough
But don't worry, I still try to come home to you, Babe.

Forgive me, Darling, I think I've wasted your time;
For I think now that this turn to die is mine,
Tempting fate so long has left me nervous and unsure,

I'm no longer confident in my skill,
This lonely soldier so many seek to kill,
I'm so sorry:
know that I tried to come home to you, Babe.

KGC