Waiting

I have gone

To the world beyond 

Astray from the life

And light of what I knew

My past walks beside me like a ghost 

A friendly host

Of my fate

Will soon come to date. 

For now I wonder

Ponder the halls I knew

Could I start a new?

Scares I bare 

Cannot compare.

 Deep in memories! 

Please bring me cerenity!

What is done 

Is done

Time will unmend what has been written

 Waiting is the  best medicine.

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Secret Message

All the surrounding stars of the night form patterns and are organized. Why couldn't a case such as this be so clear and precise. As the town sleeps, I pace my floor with some scotch and a gently lit fire. This is how I think when I'm stuck. Whether is cases, troubled conflicts, and most of all the female species. How those women live and think I'll never understand. I'm not nessasarly feminist they are just the worlds biggest case. Only God could put together. As I was saying my thinking routine goes sort of like this scotch, pace, think. Scotch, pace, think. In other matters these letters, why such hardship to hide them all just to lead to the culprit. I mean if it were me I would make this simple but angonizingly hard. As if it was staring at you in the face. Hmmm I have the letter but where to go? 

I started shaking the paper violently, "why don't you say somthing!" As if it could talk. Suddenly my thumb caught a hidden flap in the letter. I grasp it open 

And to find coordinates! 

Konzoontike!

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Twin Towers repeat

Hey boondocks this is one of my first pieces I ever wrote for this blog! Here's the throwback

   9-11-2001

Ding Dong Ding Dong

                                         Do you hear the bell?

Ding Dong Ding Dong

                                                                     Do you hear it? The sound of the fallen?

Ding Dong Ding Dong

 I can hear it

                               All the screams

The screams heard around the world

Ding Dong Ding Dong

               

  Can you feel it?

The rain

             Tears from heaven 

They are falling

I feel them kissing my skin

                    We are mourning for the dead

Ding Dong Ding Dong 

                The bell is the call of rememberance

Of those burned in the towers of the East

 Echos of engines haunt the site

Visions of those who jumped with the ashes

Flash in our memories

The agony has never left

Ding Dong Ding Dong

It will always exisit 

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Willow Tree

Come to me 

Across the dirt Roads

That bump and jerk 

Through the small buildings

To the empty streets.

Where the river meets.

The sky reflects the mirror below

as you walk the path 

I built for you.

Follow it and you shall find Me.

Come To Me.

The willow tree.

Hide under my branches

so that harm may never reach you.

Sleep, meditate, cry if your heart is breaking.

I will be here to give hope and peace.

To your pain.

Come to Me 

The willow tree.

I will blow lullabies 

with my leaves.

Come to Me 

The willow tree.

I will be waiting.

To listen.

Hear.

Come to Me 

The willow tree.

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Puzzled

If one finds the rest

You  will be put to the test

Find them over the city you know

Places you even out grown.

I look up upon the window and noticed evening struck. "Well we will continue our session tomorrow Ms. Johnson, I do believe you are in need of some rest tonight,"I asserted. 

"Indeed Detective, I could use it. Goodnight."

I headed outside and to my car. The words of the riddle recite over and over in may head on the ride home. It may not seem as hard as it looks but 19 letters and one clue hidden. It takes a lot on ones brain but not mine. Mine is superb! If I do say so my self. Oh where to begin, where to start, where to go.

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Haunted Halls

Hey boondocks I have done another poem. I want the next mystery piece to be perfect. Stay strong.

Cries and good byes still echo

Through the windows 

The halls

Laughter turns to screams

In the night

No one can save them now

They are coming  

Closer and closer

Killing two by two.

No survivors are seen with the naked eye.

Except one 

The abandoned. 

You've gone away for the last time

My gardian angel

My pain  bleeds as red as these drapes.

I am left with nothing 

The kindness turned grey

The happiness turned dark.

A light never grows in these shadows 

Hallow halls of my heart seal the doors

And gates shut.

Nothing  comes in 

Nonthing comes out.

Dust codes what once was

And what will ever be.

Nothing can be done

To change what's been done.

Only memories haunt the halls.

Claiming as their own.

We will all turn to dust 

And go back where we came from.

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A Promise

All is said and done

Our hearts are dead and gone.

Yet the sun comes another day.

One by one it plays

Wishing we could rewind

What we entwined.

In the past

I wish it didn't last.

Forever and ever

It will endeavor. 

Scar and tear

Our hands bare.

Pain will come

Taking some

Of what we treasure.

But what we cannot measure

Is the beauty

Of this city.

Shining star bright

In the silence of the night.

Hand and hand

We can make this right.

Wrap it up tight.

Underneath the moonlight.

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