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I Knew I Knew
You looked from afar with a casting gaze ,
Someone with intent , who would truly amaze.
The look of emotion that struck a soft heart ,
Not knowing , or caring ,or wishing to part.
The smile on your face , so haunted my soul,
When you walked out the room, did you have to go.
Time passed on bye , but all thoughts still of you ,
Your face in my mind , those eyes, clear and true .
Not knowing if feelings , or moments felt right,
You stood in the doorway , and held me so Tight .
Written by Doodles 23 /02 /2014 
When I close My Eyes When I Close My Eyes
When I close my dark eyes, the world it just sleeps ,
Sounds and emotions making me weep .
Dark shadows of life, walk into my mind ,
The sweet memories of you are so lovely and kind .
Hearing the sounds of the runaway rain ,
Reminds me of times when our love felt like pain .
Bright light passes over , and shoots past my eyes ,
The morning is crawling back into our lives .
Soft breathing seems distant , and yet it's so near ,
Your love is so healing , it wakens a tear .
Written by Doodles 05 /10 /2013 
Waiting For Spring Waiting For Spring
Over the hill the sky looks cold ,
Winter is weary and getting old .
The flowers struggle to make a smile ,
Winter is has decided to stay for awhile .
The birds are crying and scratching for food ,
Winter is steadfast , and in a bad mood .
The sky breaks open , and Sun does appear ,
Spring looks like teasing us ,we all shed a tear .
Tree buds start bursting ,the lambs show delight ,
When Angels care to dance , on life we take a chance ,
Try what we think is true , and risk all like a fool .
When Angels sleep to rest , our life remains a test ,
On trusting what is just, and who that we can trust .
When Angels touch our hearts, in life we must depart,
In knowledge that we know ,our journey soon will grow .
When Angels choose to leave , it's time for us to grieve ,
Our time on earth is done , and loved ones will be numb.
Written by Doodles 07 /02 /2013 
Did you ever find an answer,
At the end of the night ,
Why people can't say sorry ,
Love is hard to fight .
Did you ever start to wonder ,
At the breaking of the day ,
Why people hurt , the hurting ,
Love is hard to say .
Did you ever ask the question ,
At the setting of the sun ,
Why people , they need people ,
Love cannot run .
Dream Time Dream Time
Does time stand still ,when we go to sleep ?
And love holds it's voice ,
Do the Angels watch, to see me weep ,
When my heart stops, through choice.
Does time stand still , as we close our eyes ?
And love holds it's kiss ,
Do the Angels watch, and feel me cry ,
When my soul feels pain, like this !
Does time stand still ,when I hold you close ?
And love makes us one,
Do the Angels watch, and feel our pulse ,
When our minds dreams, are done .
Written by Doodles 23 /04 /2012 
Mystic Light Mystic Light
Through deepened mist the light took shape,
Dark shadows crept upon the ground .
Above the stars seemed close , yet still ,
The air breezed little sound .
An owl spoke out above the moon ,
The cries were sharp and clear ,
Deep down across the forest floor ,
This strange light came so near .
It shone so bright it scorched the night ,
Leaving a sense of wonder ,
A Mystic pulse , was felt so faint ,
Did Angels pass , to ponder .
Written by Doodles 19 /02 /2012 
Look Beyond Look Beyond
Last year it seemed to wander by , the days where lost forever,
The drudge of everyday life ,dragged on with so much bother .
New Year sparked in , with life , enlightened to a flower ,
Seeding ideas and hopes , of energy , and power .
A freshness floated on the wind , of happiness and fun ,
People gathered round in crowds , dancing like the sun .
Is this a dream I hear you ask , for this I have not seen ,
Look positive into your life , and all will be revealed .
Written by Doodles 19/02/2012
Is it clear to you , when I sleep at night ,
That the Angels might just smile .
Is it clear to you ,when I scream or shout ,
That the Angels also frown .
Is it clear to you ,as I hold your hand ,
That the Angels hold their breath ,
Is it clear to you , when I touch your face ,
That the Angels touch our hearts .
Is it clear to you , that this love is true ,
That the Angels played a part ,
Is it clear to you , as I tell you this ,
That our Angels will not part .
Written by Doodles for Viv 03 /11 /2011 
Forgiveness SetYour Forgiveness
Your forgiveness my soul amazes,
Tainted only by frequent traces,
Of fiery anger and of helpless fear,
Hurtful words matched with evil sneer.
Forgiveness held only in part,
Never from the whole of heart,
Killing our love and eroding trust,
Until it dies, dust to dust.
Left again and walked away,
While in devotion I did stay,
My heart eager to forgive your sin,
Wanting to begin yet again.
My every error made a crime,
Willingly I did my time,
Stumbling from weathered ledge,
You left me behind for dead.
Forgiveness must be without a catch,
Given without a "but" attached,
The hatchet buried six feet under,
Not swung to split our love asunder.
How far is one willing to go
Is all that bravado just for show
In order to do what must be done
Are you willing to perform an endless run
I’ve lost what it means to feel and walk
But that won’t stop me from backing up my talk
I’ll preserver through all of the pain
Even if there is nothing to gain.
The word “submit” isn’t in my dictionary.
So don’t come at me with that demeaning vocabulary.
Never giving up and never settling for less.
Now watch as I go and prove that I’m one of God’s best!
Don’t stop what you aspire, keep going.
Nothing specialNothing special...
I'm sorry if this sounds too mean.
But I'm afraid it's the cold hard truth.
You think you're so beautiful and special.
You think you can't ever be beaten in a fight.
Well new's flash, the world never revolves around, you.
You're no special snow flake.
Wake up to reality, before you fall down and hurt yourself with your arrogance.
Reduced to silence
My tommorow seems long past
Melt down n' dripped on my cheeks
Just as little snowflakes
Does it matter what comes next
Would I just leave all the rest
brokens fall- for the best
Fading Light, Growing DarknessHow do we release the good, the fear, and the hate
When it's all condensed into fate?
Do we blame the misconduct,
Or do we self destruct?
The emptiness can be there for a reason,
so the light can be seen in seasons.
It is the greatest balance of all
and determines if we rise or fall.
It's easier to fall but it's bottomless.
it's a struggle to make it the highest,
but it's worth it if we're right.
It's all endless and a mysterious sight.
Give in to rejection for we are living a fallacy.
Nor are we men of this dynasty.
We are humans of the Earth;
persons in search of truth.
We relentlessly try to entrench ourselves
in a great unbeknownst circle;
while in our beliefs, they are clay,
and yet we continue to swing away.
In a contained box, we are all prisms
with reflections shining from one light.
Despair comes from arguing which colours are best
Test. Test. Test.
This session of the game is all most complete,
but it was a sham for we chose to compete.
Soon a new one can begin;
one we all ca
BNZR 1983 IWANUSZKABAŚNIE NARODÓW ZWIĄZKU RADZIECKIEGO 1983
O IWANUSZCE-GŁUPTASKU – baśń rosyjska według Afanasjewa*
Żyli sobie dziad i baba i mieli trzech synów: dwóch mądrych, a trzeciego Iwanuszkę-Głuptaska. Mądrzy bracia paśli w polu owce; a głuptasek tylko na przypiecku siedział i muchy łowił.
Ras nagotowała matka żytnich klusek i mówi do głuptaska:
- Zanieś te kluski, Iwanuszka, braciom w pole. Niedługo już południe, muszą być głodni.
Dzień był słoneczny. Wyszedł Iwanuszka na drogę i nagle ujrzał swój cień.
- Co to może być za człowiek, który obok mnie idzie? Nie odstępuje mnie na krok. Widać klusek mu się zachciało.
Niewiele myśląc począł rzucać kluski swojemu cieniowi, aż wszystkie powyrzucał.
- Masz, jedz – m
I see your monsters, who reside inside you
In your eyes, and how you walk
I see your monsters, they define you,
In how you tell me not to talk
I see your monsters, I know all their names
Created from you yourself
I see your monsters, their playing games
And I find them all in good health,
I see your monsters, need I say more?
Ones named ego, ones named pride,
I see your monsters, I'll take you to war,
And jealousy is always inside your mind
There's self consciousness,rudeness,and hatred,
I see them most everyday,
There's anxiety,stress, and shame,
And you can't just lock them away,
I see your monsters, you brought them to life,
So tell me,
Are you afraid of monsters?
Wielkanocne porzadkiU wiedźmina świąteczne sprzątanie,
budzik oznajmił poranne wstawanie.
Wiedźmin psioczy i narzeka,
nie chce wstawać, czas ucieka...
W końcu się zmobilizował,
do swej pracy przygotował.
Brud się śmieje, zęby szczerzy,
- Dziś sam mistrz się ze mną zmierzy.
Szczotki, szmaty wnet fruwają,
miotły śmieci zamiatają.
Odkurzacz już też włączony,
wciąga wszystko, tak spragniony...
Z kurzem walka nie na żarty,
ten przeciwnik bywa twardy.
Ale wiedźmin nie żartuje,
jak potrzeba...gębę skuje.
Po wielu ciężkich zmaganiach,
ledwo na nogach się słania...
Uciął sobie krótką drzemkę,
spał, czekając na rivenkę,
która w końcu się zjawiła
i wiedźmina pocieszyła.
FreewriteI know I'm wasting time when all I do is stare out the window, and occasionally glance at a beaming green clock to tell me that time is still moving like it always had. I have twenty-four hours to invest my energy into something that the world can be proud of. But of course, they go to waste. It feels kind of lonely when you don't deserve a day. Every single time I wake up, I don't expect an adventure. That's the life of me. An average. That hurt way more than I thought it would. I hang my head low when sleep doesn't come to me and my mind has no reigns. It's nighttime when your mind brings out your creepy side... and your shameful side. I can go about, preaching like the best scholar in town, about you should keep your feet on the ground, keep your head held high, and to listen to your heartbeat. It means your alive. But, when the day is over, only one thing is clear to me. I can fix other people's messes, but not mine. I wish someone would preach to me about the things I say. That wo
The truth can be a mystery ,
In the lies that we say ,
Self gain becomes our majesty ,
When greed becomes its slave .
Our faith we can manipulate ,
In the way that suits yourself ,
The pain becomes desensitised ,
When Gods put on the shelf .
Feelings we have not many ,
In the passions of the heart ,
The quicker it is over ,
When drink plays a part .
These lessons we must learn ,
In the light of the day ,
The World is truly Beautiful ,
When Love comes to stay .
Written by Doodles 20 /10 /2012 
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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