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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 
This is my phone....
This is my phone,
there's many like it, but this one is mine,
my phone is my best friend, it is my life,
I must master it as I master my life.
Without me it is useless, without my phone I am useless
I will dial my phone true
I must text faster than my brethren
who is trying to contact me, I must text them before they text me....I will.
My phone and myself know what counts in society is not the data we receive
Not the tweets we get,
The reblogs on tumblr, nor the likes on facebook.
Knowing the message is sent that counts.
We will send
My phone is human, even as I, because it is my life
Thus I learn it as a brother, learn its glitches, the specs,
its cameras, the download and upload speeds.
I will ever guard it against weather and damage
I will keep my screen clean and fingerprint free
As I am clean and fingerprint free
We will become part of each other. We will...
Before my family I make this promise
My phone and myself are free to do as w
There is no place for me.There is no place for my ideals or me,
There is no place for justice or mercy.
There is no place for true love anymore,
It's a sad truth, it saddens me at the core.
There is no place for me in this world,
Where the cries of the needy must go unheard.
I'm cast out for my ideals, my gentleman's code,
Well, I was born like this, a man in hero mode.
There is no place for a hero in this world,
The knight in shining armour must go unheard.
There is no such thing as a Fairy Tale,
I am not Prince Charming, just another sail.
On a boat afloat on a sea of sadness,
The winds of mourning passing through me.
There is nowhere in this world for me...
There is nowhere in this world for gallantry.
Give a man a fish he will eat for a day.
Teach a man to fish he will eat for a life time.
Give a man a gun he will rob a bank.
Give a man a bank he will rob the world.
We adapt and adjust.
Constantly dithering on the cusp
Of what is considered wrong and right,
Ensuring that our ambitions remain in sight.
We would be willing to do anything
In order to get what we truly desire.
We would be willing to risk everything
Even putting our friends in the line of fire.
We may share the bounty with others,
Allowing them to experience the fruitful taste.
Given the option we will even care for our brothers.
Just as long as we are well endowed with songs of praise.
We are opportunists.
We are convincing and ruthless.
We are the modern day Judas.
Scales Of Life01010010 01001001 01010011 01000101 - We begin our quest on the scales of life
I- The newborn wolf cub: The first emotion reflected in his tired eyes is that of mystery; a
curious devotion to the enigma of the moonbeams that cut through the trees, reflecting in
his inexperienced gaze. He calls out to the blinding light, beckons for its shadowed silence,
and eventually finds comfort in the embrace of mother's love. In that moment, he hears no
cruel sound his purity can't contest. He shuts
out the light as he slowly drifts away to rest. // Perfection was a value whose worth /
//was queried due to Perfection's birth./
I'm Finetwo words
and everyone is reassured
do they know
to do is
S C R E A M.
Want SCREAM. Listen... Not Im Fine.
APH-Born from ashesWe are born from ashes
Feed by deaths
Watered by blood
Blood of wars and our children
Deaths of whose who fought
And trust in us
In their people
In their country
In me, their Nation.
Raised by humans
Not being one of them.
But it doesn't matter
I am their leader
I am their child
They lived for me
And I am theirs.
I had to be bought to be all theirs.
During centuries, they paid the price of blood.
And I paid mine.
Today, I'm here.
Because of pain.
No pain, no gain.
I let them live, and die, and come back, and go, and I stay here.
Alone besides my fellows.
Look at us.
Look at me.
I am not an human.
I am not a God.
I am not an Angel
I am not an Evil.
We are Nations.
I am a Nation
I am a Nation!!
Born from ashes, in the pain of war and hatred and hope and tr
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 
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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