long Awaited visit

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despair, destiny, life, love, poem, poetry, sadness

Dear awaited visitor
Where art thou;
I know most see you sinister;
But I don’t I vow;
Days and people promises and lies;
Scenes and memories passes by too;
Nothing seen or left but pain and sighs;
While lonely I sit awaiting you;
Inevitable you are;
And in that I believe;
Come please and take me far;
For I am so ready to leave;
It’s isn’t my era;
but time I can not blame;
I am not sure if there was ever;
A time that I could claim;
Some say live;
you are at your prime;
But with nothing much give;
It’s only a borrowed time;
Blasphemy the words above;
Just as the days I spend;
No legacy and no dove;
And an unforeseen end;
A befitting visit;
Is not too much to ask;
It’s not now is it;
Such a troublesome task;
Old friend don’t by shy don’t frit;
We are passed the courtship game;
For the many times we met;
Take your list and push my name;
You would be received as a true God sent;
& if it makes you relieved,every word I meant;
©FAT2017

Still dreaming

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depression, despair, destiny, dreaming, life, Loneliness, poem, poetry, sanctuary, thought of the day

I have accepted my destiny
Delegated my affairs to my creator
God was forever kind to me
And I pray he will be later

With an ancient sword and cane
I am seeing this journey through
What’s left can’t cause more pain
Than what I have seen and knew

These aging bones won’t give up
They plea for more in screams
This aching soul begs for the journey to stop
While it secretly dreams

I dream of a sanctuary
Made of wood or clay
With a lake that doesn’t freeze in January
A place where I can peacefully lay

Where my bo can thrust
Through the misty air
And the sword that I trust
Remains in pure despair

Where crawlers crawl
Free from tarmac and tire
And when the sun sinks and falls
I build a glorious fire

Where there is only paper and quill
Where there are no street lights
Where a fever can paralyze and kill
Where there are no fracking rights

Where banks can’t thrive
By exploiting student loans
Where you are not kept alive
To serve someone’s throne

Where poison doesn’t make half your meal
Where the air is pure
Where everything grown is real
And can be an illness cure

Half way through life’s funnel
With regrets but proud
Wasted a life time in this tunnel
Living among the crowd

No empathy is needed
No helping hand is desired
I’ve accepted I have conceded
The chances I had and now expired

Alas, turning back is fateful
The waves are high
And Moving forward is getting painful
But I’ll still try

More than half is gone
And I will serve the rest
Not caring if I‘d be all alone
Until my final rest

I have accepted my destiny
Delegated my affairs to my creator
God was forever kind to me
And I pray he will be later

©FAT 2015

Life and Fate

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destiny, fate, life, Loneliness, poem, poetry, society, thought of the day

A peaceful moonless night
A shy dimmed light
Laying beside this tree comparing scars
And when silence reign we stalk the stars

swimming in my thoughts the present and past
wondering as I go deeper, if my breath would last
and how many more pages in this journey of mine
would it satisfy my thirst or be like this bottle of wine

I look at the sky and say god bless the dead
And rest their souls until they ascend
Sealed lips motionless and flesh so rotten
But worthy kind souls can never be forgotten

People are treacherous so are fate and life
If one doth stab the others twist the knife
Life is a sentence for an uncommitted crime
And sometime living is just serving time

When happiness and joy flee your gaze
The seconds are hours and hours take days
And as crazy as it may seem
A peaceful night becomes a dream

Your pocket is your worth, is what they say
And if you are not a hunter you are a prey
Kindness is of naivety and honest people dunce
The end justify means and you only live once

Not being blessed with looks is seen as curse
Being poor is a crime and is actually worse
Bigots are hawks and wise men are pigeons
And it is fair to hate based on race and religion

Misplaced trust for our greed and lust
Trusting hearts and hearts are so unjust
To get hurt and burnt our hearts are fated
A goodbye is the destiny of whatever that mated

An inevitable fact guaranteed by time
A punishment that doesn’t fit the crime
Whether you plan ahead or live for the moment
Fate will always be the victorious opponent

©FAT 2014

and old thought extended.

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