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IAM THE WRITER
I am surrounded in an air of mystery,
I write of love and poetry,
I write of empathy and encouragement,
I write of passions and inner torments.
I want to touch the souls of man,
to turn their hearts to a higher command.
I want for you to feel what I have penned,
deep into your souls my words transcends.
~Bleaumyst~
Copyright 2003
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 Bleaumyst · Sat Sep 16, 2006 @ 11:18pm · 0 Comments |
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Treylese
Sweet tiny little one,
Precious daughter to the King,
You struggled every moment,
You fought for every breath.
Sweet tiny little one,
Precious daughter to the King,
Born before your time,
Six days you tried to survive.
Sweet tiny Treylese,
Precious daughter to the King,
God has you in his hands.
Baby girl, we mourn your passing,
Just a taste, did your mama see,
Of your sweet personality.
Angels came to take you home,
To be with our Lord, Everlasting.
He will keep you in his love and care,
In His arms you will be,
Taken care of faithfully,
Until the day your mama joins you there.
In loving memory of,
Treylese LaShay Savage
2/24/99-3/1/99
Bleaumyst · Fri Jul 14, 2006 @ 03:16am · 1 Comments |
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Meet me in the Garden
Will you meet me in the garden on a clear
bright moonlit night,
Will you meet me in the garden holding me
tight.
Will you meet me in the garden, making it our
special place.
Will you meet me in the garden, holding me in
loves sweet embrace.
Will you meet me in the garden, for a life
long romance?
Will you meet me in the garden, and pleasure
me with a slow dance.
Will you meet me in the garden, what would
you say?
Will you meet me in the garden, as a symbol
of our love in everyway.
Will you meet me in the garden, oh this
I pray,
Will you meet me in the garden on our
wedding day.
(c)
Bleaumyst 7/2001
Bleaumyst · Thu Jul 13, 2006 @ 03:32am · 0 Comments |
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We had joy we had fun we had seaons in the sun
but like the stars we could reach were just starfish on the beach....Seasons in the Sun..Terry Jacks...
Bleaumyst · Thu Jul 13, 2006 @ 03:23am · 0 Comments |
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Time
Time for this, time for that,
What about time where you are at?
Time is of the essences they say
What is time, just a moment in a day?
Give me just one more minute; just a moment is all I ask,
I want to finish my given task.
We have a time to sleep,
A time to wake,
A time to eat
What is this time for heaven’s sake?
Time was created for the benefit of man,
To continue toward the task at hand,
I sit and ponder and the moments passed,
Time, this moment has gone by fast.
Time has a start,
It has an end,
Time in time will part,
For to the heavens it won’t transcend.
Time oh what a precious commodity,
We in our minds cannot comprehend,
Time in its fragility,
For time does have its end.
(c)
March 10, 2003
Bleaumyst
Bleaumyst · Tue Jul 11, 2006 @ 02:35pm · 0 Comments |
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Boomer
Hey Daddy, don’t be sad,
You did your best for me,
You gave me all the love you had,
Something’s are meant to be.
Your are my bud, that won’t changed,
I m okay up here, there’s no more pain.
I know at first my absence will seem strange,
But I’ll wait here till we see each other again.
It was just my time, It was meant to be,
I am happy here and you will see,
I am still your dog ever faithfully.
Never be lonely, never be sad,
I will always be there at your side.
When your feeling blue, just cant be glad,
Remember my spirit and I’ll be your guide,
I’ll be there to get you through.
Remember me dad.
~ For Scott ~
5/30/00
Bleaumyst · Fri Jun 30, 2006 @ 02:51am · 0 Comments |
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Musings & Poetry of Bleau |
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heart heart And so it begins...the Musings and Poetry of Bleau heart heart
Bleaumyst · Thu Jun 29, 2006 @ 01:50am · 0 Comments |
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