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Saturday, July 27, 2013

Stare it down

Cause
By: the iHope Poet

Look the battle in the face
Find the fear, but don't give chase.
You don't want to catch the cold,
Holding faith is your main goal.

They don't have to know your name,
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Just walk in and win this game.
If it's hard, don't come undone,
Save some peace for everyone.

If you fall you get back up,
Don't waste time to place your trust.
No one cares what's right or wrong,
So keep your soul, but play along.

Maybe someday you will see,
How this lifetime came to be;
We keep searching, but we're lost,
So go and fight for one good cause . . .



Tuesday, July 23, 2013

I'll Hold On

So They Say Love
By: the iHope Poet

They say love is really out there. somewhere.
But is it out there for me?
Just like the sun waits above the sea,
The sea of rain drops falling from the clouds,
Maybe, it will shine through someday.

They say love is pain, and pain is love.
I think I know what they mean.
And when the rain makes the flowers clean,
The rivers full of gushing life,
Maybe, I'll love pain some more.

They say if you ever do find love out there,
To grasp hold and never let go.
So as the clouds begin to show
A streak of light amidst the rain,
Whether it's the sun or lightning, I'll hold on. 

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Friday, July 19, 2013

Change: the great metaphor of replacement

Swept Up (before you know it)
By: the iHope Poet

The mind-blowing concept of change
is how it sweeps you off your feet
when you least expect it to
You are floored 
as you land, 
achingly realizing all that you left behind
without so much as a wave
good-bye
To the hope of prolonging
good bye to your blown away past
Look up
to the new skies and sunshine, 
remember, at least, 
that space in your heart 
Change will use it, time and again, 
to ensure 
that your heart will never "long-for" long
Never filled nor empty 
completely. 

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Saturday, July 13, 2013

sometimes it hurts

old familiar (unrealized)
by: the iHope Poet

the tears were fast, indignant,
harsh.
their heat burned my flesh,
and tugged at my heart.

the pain followed suit,
and unexpectedly. I gasped in surprise --
my heart was not supposed to be so torn
and ragged.
not like this!
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but my phony anger
betrayed the charade
that I didn't know I was acting.

it was a need. You were a need.
a need that evolved into desire.
a longing so keen, my existence altered,
entirely.

I think my head knew this,
but my heart
didn't want to.

and when denial was enforced,
somewhere, deep inside,
the tear was triggered.
my heart was shattered,

and it didn't want to know.

these tears are weak, broken,
peircing.
I shed them, for all the pain
left unrealized
for all this time.

Note:  Sometimes your heart hurts. It hurts, and you don't even realize it's heartbreak until much, much later. That's when you begin to grasp what you've been longing, and yet, denying, for so long. That's when you finally start to heal.
You can't heal unless you know you need healing. Let alone what needs healing.

Saturday, July 6, 2013

the devil has it sorted

Better? Worse.  

They say bad people can change,
But what do the good ones become?
Better?
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Spend your whole life waiting for the miracle,
And ignore the one that's there.
What did you expect
When she ran and disappeared?

You see good people have turned.
And where did the bad ones go?
Worse.
Spent your whole life with no appreciation,
Just wasted what you had.
What can you expect
If you aren't able to accept?

Mass of Monsters

What about her?
She spent her whole life watching the problem.
Thought if she could just keep her eyes on it, it would stay tame.
Never looked at herself long enough to spot it.
The spot growing on her heart.
Turns out, when you watch the devil work, you become his apprentice.
Turns out, when you think the problem isn't you, it is.

So, where did the good one go?
She went bad.
And what are the rest of them going to do?
They're going to start watching their new threat.
Thinking if they can just keep their eyes on her, she'll stay tame.
And that, my friends, is how you create a mass of monsters.

Pointing Fingers

Blame is a curious symptom.
It forms at the point of a finger,
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In the center of pride,
At the root of denial.
You taste it and can't tell it's vile.

The poison of blame is addictive.
It sets in the pit of your mind,
On the roof your tongue,
Knocking at your door. . .
Begging your conscience for more and more.



Be better than that. The devil has it sorted but he doesn't have control
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Monday, July 1, 2013

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