A Poem

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The Night

I have walked the desert of woe
I have crossed the sea of dispair
I have seen the sun rise and the sun set
I have felt love born and seen love die
Too much I have felt
Too much I have seen

Yet

To see the sunrise
One must endure the night
For what is light if not for darkness?
Joy without pain?
Life without death?
Heaven without Hell?
If one has never seen darkness
one cannot know light
That is why I praise God
for the night.
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Any input would be greatly appreciated.

Peace and Love,

Kevin

Here's another....

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I am the man
Who walks down these sands
Beside the raging sea
Wondering what will be
Who will win this battle,
Between shore and sea
Beating waves
Headless cliffs
All so sad
Senseless battles, useless death

I walk down the sand
Where once a cliff stood
Till the sea battered it down.
Upon it I tread
Tears streaming down my eyes
Not because of the waves
Not because of cliff or sand
Or even the moon which is forced--
To look down upon this wretched earth.
I cry because I; like the cliff
Stood against the waves of life
And now I crumble to sand
Crumble to sand
Looking down at the sand
Stuck between my toes
I start to laugh
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Then right after writing that I wrote this next one, and for those tired of the poems, I'll stop after the next...

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Press On

Long and weary
Are these hours
Restless timeless hours
Before the rising of the sun
In which all will be undone
All this pain, vanished
All this hurt, abolished
We live in constant darkness
Witnesses to the dusk
Prophets of the dawn

Weary traveler, press on
Press on
Weary traveler, press on

The light glistens
Just beyond the horizon
Where chaos abounds
And heaven resounds
Hope! Hope I have.
For though the darkness abounds
Though my heart cries out
I have seen the sun set
And with it the fall from innocence
But, glorious, but glorious dawn
I know the power of the sunrise
The sunrise yet to come.
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Please tell me what you think about these.

Laz

Rubba Dub Dub,
God Bless The Grub,
Yea God!

I always love reading your poems Lazzy! I can see so much of your heart in them. Now the question is... what ya gonna do with em?

If you want nitpicky stuff, I got stuck in the second one with "tears streaming down my eyes". It seems to me that tears stream from one's eyes and down one's face. Just a thought. I am not being critical, I am just wonderin'.

If you post these at that poetry site you gave me that one time, let me know cause I lost the address and I want to see em.

love ya Laz

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There's nothing that can help you understand your beliefs more than trying to explain them to an inquisitive child. ~Frank A. Clark

We worry about what a child will become tomorrow, yet we forget that he is someone today. ~Stacia Tauscher

Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man. ~Rabindranath Tagore

No, nitpicking is great! Unlike most people it doesn't bother me. :-)

The eye thing musta been a logic typo, I seem to have them alot. Never really proof read the poems though, I'll have to find a way to change the eye thing to make it work. Oh and yes, I'll probably publish them over Poetry.com when I'm done.


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