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The blanket of night
rolls in, westward bound.
Star dotted, it so
over fills the land.
I see the mountains; cactus
and sagebrush fade..
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Back, back, back long
ago, often do I dream.
Of loves gone away.
Some stolen.
Some given away in
foolishness.
What moment of joy do
..
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For no reason, the sadness comes.
Tears unending flow down my soul.
I wring my hands in ever increasing grief.
I know that God hears my cries.
I..
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I hate to see a friend in pain.
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Father, I cry unto you.
Lost in the endless desert of my sadness.
Whisper that voice of comfort in my tears.
Carry me ‘cross the endles..
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Sometimes there is a connection with someone. Call it psychic, if you will. Then it is gone and then sometimes, just sometimes, she thinks of you agai..
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Driving home from work, late one night, I was struck by the starkness of the dark buildings and the sharpness of the lights of the apartments.
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Even a deity can be lonely.
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Sometimes a little pain with your pleasure ain't so bad...
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Another poem I was asked to write...
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