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Once upon a moonlit sky the magic of the universe is waiting for one of us to succumb to them. A spirit lays waiting and hiding for one of us to waste our self and consume the wisdom of our soul Only some take this momentum of drowning in their fears They think life is over but for them it just begins and their long list of days they have to drag themselves from their darkest days ahead Their spirit never rests when the soul is stolen from a life weaker than he. Inside the body of everyone there is a world of wise and wisdom, we all have our own depth of humanity and tranquility Keep in mind there are some who believe that they are on a higher ground than us. We all meet those people that affect our years to come in many ways. A fall from grace the strange look on your face you can see the future of times ahead, let the chips fall where they may it seems that hard times is the one most people reject others for. The bad choices in life to loosing loved ones everybody mourns in their own way but the strong silent type watch and learn You see people cry and cry it’s so uneasy hear when your father dies all their tears dry up when the money comes their way. Their true colours stand out while the strong silent type keeps on listening and taking the punishment of their ways. Behind the walls of this dark room I hide myself from them I surrender my dry tears and deepest emotions to you because you told me big boys don’t cry when I was your boy! I told you what was happening here without you. This day our soul connected and grew an evil to protect us from harm and now today many years later I dedicate this chapter to you. A free man you are now, I am your only son You feel me in your soul as I connect with you In death feel free my father I am one, the soul of another We met you walking down that road that day A younger man I was who lost his life and Experienced death many lifetimes ago |
** Old Man ------------------------------------------- Once upon a moonlit sky the magic of the universe is waiting for one of us to succumb to them. A spirit lays waiting and hiding for one of us to waste our self and consume I love this opening..it packs a punch As I read father along, I was caught up in the emotions of the writing..but noticed that the structure of the piece had changed: It felt more like a free flow narrative. Sometimes that's intentional but I wondered about that. Thanks for sharing this. | Posted on 2011-10-18 00:00:00 | by EW61 | [ Reply to This ] | |