Dreams Of A Lonely Man

At A Moments Glance My Feet Swept Away,
My Soul Dancing Inside me,
Eternal Happiness Hopelesness,
Loneliness Blown away by the Winds of Love.
A sea of Tranquility Never Ending,
Understanding, Wanting, Forever never Fading In the Face of Time Honesty, Sincerity, Truthful to every word,
Careing, Shareing, everything inside
Like the Sky, Sun, Moon and the earth
Nothing hidden, The soul open, the Heart Forever Beating
Lost in the eyes of an Angel
Every glance, every move, never taken for Granted
Warmth, Comfort, always greeting
Always seeing the Beauty within
For the Dream Ends And Reality Begins

poem by Shane Lewicki
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A Prayer To Her

A prayer to her
A cry between two souls, its all that can be done.
Staring in the face of death,
a blank stare between brothers.
A touch colder than the fear itself,
a known fortune, blanketed by hope.
A stolen angel, a stained memory,
a plague God conceived on the minds of the weary.
Questions never to be answered,
a child of life stolen by seconds.
Innocence captured by nightmares,
dreams of life stolen by faith.
Where is God, stealing the souls of children,
the wisdom of life forgotten,
stabbed in the back by the holy.
Our father who art in heaven,
spite thy name for the innocence he captured,
alone are the souls he left behind,
for ever and ever. Amen..

poem by Shane Lewicki
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Green Is The Colour

Stabbed in the back by an unexpected foe,
a gross missconduct by any nature,
a means of life denied by unknown faults,
a falling unforgiven by thy own will.
Tortured by a greed unwanting,
greeted by answers greater than wealth,
apologies meant to be answered,
thrown by words easily said.
For green is the colour by lifes understanding,
a tale explained by the fortunes of many,
lost is the colour by my own eyes,
a dagger in the back always my demise.
Look forth my friend for your own will dishonered,
a fiendish will, bound by another,
grasp the colour of thy own will,
for greed is the answer coloured by green.
Bound by an existence of fruitfull torment,
taken from a will of an uncoloured mind,
penniless cries come unanswered,
forgotten is the portrait of deaths unanswered cry.

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