Poem

In the End…by MwsR

In the end,
It isn’t the money
Or the tv programs that’s funny

In the end,
It will not matter about how much you have or own
If your heart has never found a home.

In the end,
You won’t be keeping up with who’s who
Or comparing all the latest hair do’s.

In the end,
It won’t matter what brand name furniture or clothes you have to show
It will not even matter who you know.

In the end,
One thing is certain
There will be a final curtain.

In the end,
Your past, present, and future will come to play
Where you’re spend your eternal days.

So ….
In the end,
the Eternal future depends on your soul and where you will live.
And by your heart and what you did do and give.

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Uncommon

MwsR

Uncommon is leaving our doors unlocked and being worry free

Uncommon, the bond between brothers, literally.

Uncommon is lending a ride to a stranger

Constantly we worry about danger.

Uncommon are the rules at school the same as at church

We would rather seperate decency, honesty, and such.

Uncommon are the beliefs that our nation was founded on

So much has changed and for too long.

Uncommon is the respect shown towards another,

There is no respect even for your own mother.

Uncommon is far too common, anymore.

I guess people would rather close the right door.

Uncommon manners are really not manners

They are a bunch of bullcrap from ignorant planners.

Uncommon genders, uncommon themes,

Mixed up agendas, ripped out schemes.

Uncommon statues that once stood for something

Now appear to offend everyone for everything.

Uncommon vaccines, liberated bias,

False accusations, someone has to be a liar.

Uncommon are things that once were the rage

Probably snuffed out by the “be yourself” stage.

Uncommon rules, that find their way in

Usually, because someone wants to win.

Let us not forget the uncommon nowadays

Is slowly being erased.

Uncommon will soon be the only in common we all share.

But that is life and we know that ain’t fair.

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Distance by MwsR

Tumultuous at best

Disarrayed when you take a glance

Fighting constantly amongst themselves

Looking for someone else to blame

Always the star actor in the game.

Proven history of arguments and schemes

Disregarding others, it would seem.

Like a hunter waiting on it’s prey

Waiting to strike in a number of ways.

Seldom affected by boundaries of others

Forever important and noble are their causes.

Important only when they want to care

Leaving others dangling in the air.

Selfish with a bit of spite

Watch out for yourself, they often will bite.

They are more genuine, more sincere, more than “you” dear.

In their eyes, they do no wrong nor lie

If only they could see them through other’s eyes.

Tricky and conniving

Desperate and very afraid of confessing,

They hide and wait to pounce

Never knowing you really can see

Their façade and their schemes.

Distance is how you should observe

Because that’s all they deserve.

Distance from you.

It’s true.

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Poem

Not Every, Now, For In Please, In Case
By MwsR

Not a day goes by
Not a day there is a dry eye
Not a moment in time I am at peace when I think of you
Every stone left unturned
Every word I ever heard
Every chance that slipped away
Now I am here
Now you are there
Now the end is a foreseeable place
For every day that draws near
For every fear
For internal cleansing I wish you to have
In case you wonder
In case you ponder
In case I cross your mind
Please know I forgave you long ago
Please know I still hurt though
Please know I pray for you
It is hard to search a person’s heart
It is hard to know where to start
It is not a battle I want to keep going
So for me, the day has already come
So it has been since I was young
So now find your peace
Inside you, something is churning
Inside I am not sure it is my goodness that’s burning
Inside is not my place to access but God’s
Make the most of this chance or chances
Make everlasting glances
Make it count.

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Poem

Alright by MwsR

Life and circumstances affect you, often taking your true sight
Your head must remember all of your might
A heart can break from endless banter
Things you’ve cared for now are shattered
All the echos of the things left unsaid
Conversations that you fast inside your head
Relentless “what if’s” make you feel a certain way
Sometimes things just replay
You’re not required to emulate the bold
Things will get hard to hold
That’s no surprise
You will fall and still rise
You’ve done things before, without making a plan
Time to rethink, man
In one pressing moment, maybe more
The one that had previously worked before
A short period or if needed, in more than a while
No one can judge the process, you are not on trial.
Learn to accept that you’ve made mistakes and move on
Life is shorter than it is long.
Grow old being enough, with yourself and despite others
Insist on and don’t resist, forgiveness for yourself
Even if you are the one that is forgiving
Try to go on, even if it is just by living
The world has enough players, so you be real
Just open up to yourself and feel.
That will help you heal

Remember, there isn’t a war when you won’t fight.
Alright?

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Poem

Frozen by MwsR
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it way down deep?
Or has it haunted you in your sleep?

You have become numb and changed
The pieces that were once limber are stiff.
Why is it that we stay on that frozen cliff?

Too many things have been affected
Your goals and your visions have become neglected.
It’s as if your soul has been rejected.

You can no longer see now there is a haze
You try to get back what time tries to erase
When in all actuality you cannot continue the chase.

Waiting for that one rock to knock you and shatter you into many pieces
Hoping that the Sun will warm you and bring you back to living
Where once breath was inside of you now you have nothing that’s giving.

You are frozen.
You are frozen in time.
You are frozen in time because you have grown cold.

No spark has left no flame will burn
Until this curse has risen
You need to realize what it is you have to give and how much more of your life you have to live, just listen.

You don’t have to be frozen
Time doesn’t have to freeze
You can avoid being cold…

The spark is there it will ignite the flame
The curse will rise and you shall remain
You can give and continue to live.

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