WALK TOWARDS LOVE

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    WALK TOWARDS LOVE

    how can you remember- any of anything?
    i never had the shallow chalk that could write your name next to me
    but hey baby if theres 1 thing im good at its poetry

    i tip - toed out on our future
    i was just a cute lil girl- full of pain- disarranged for a future
    especialy anything w/ a boy like you
    familiararity-or hate
    mama or papa- makes no diference
    i tip toe- ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
    ahhhhhhh.....ahhhhhhhhh.aahhhhh
    that feeling of release

    watchin my mom slice her own arm salami thin
    no brothers always a distant breed
    now you wonder- why i try to block out everything
    a few hours of the past lead me to here- disammay
    repulse- rage- being perplexed

    i truely enjoy walking alone at night
    i imagine my son sneeking out the half slutted creeked allyway door
    n just what could happen to him- im doing my best
    but with no help from the others
    but his happiness is all based on me n i understannd that

    if poetrys gotta lose a little- 2 gain a little
    but ill take his share of the pain
    that goes for any friend or lover
    because when you give the world opens up
    as we all have

    not one of us could ever steal the difference
    re-create anything like rox, walk, snacks n lil z
    lets stop tip toeoed n letts start walking
    together
    lets start walking towards love

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    redbloodink commented on WALK TOWARDS LOVE

    03-20-2010

    I took a chance on reading this by the title like we all do....... this is a walk I'm on right now.... I walked away from my hateful ways and started loving every one myself again and my Creator, Father Jesus Christ........ thanks for walking with and taking me on a journey and a reminder of the walk I'm on...... red

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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