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Alone
This poem goes way back, back to my high school days. Those days were very trying times for me. Looking back I felt so lost and alone then.

ALONE

All alone in a world among billions.
No one to turn to.
No one to talk to.
No one to be with.
No one to share life.

Like a wall enclosing around me,
Struggling, climbing to overcome.
It seems to go on forever.
There’s no way out.

Bricks like thoughts in my mind.
Each different from the other.
The more I think,
The more there are.

Trapped…Alone,
In my own little world.
Confusion…
Despair…
Loneliness…
Not knowing which way to turn.

Alone…I am alone…

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Thanks

Love is all you needHas it been a year already? Where does the time go? One year ago, I started on a journey. The blogging journey. I did not know where it was going to take me, but I ventured on anyway. In this time, I have shared my thoughts, my writing, and my life. And in return I have received the pleasure in knowing all of you.

I have grown in ways I could not have foreseen. I can truly say that I have changed for the better because of this journey.

In closing, I just wanted to show my appreciation to all my followers and readers. My journey continues. Thank you. Peace, love, and happiness to you all.

Soulmate

Here is another one my writings from way back when. I have not posted in a couple of weeks I have been busy writing some stuff for my novel and other short stories. I hope you enjoy this one. Peace, love, and happiness be with you all!

SOULMATE

Across the fields of green
A wondrous scene.
One thing on his mind
To the rest he is blind.
Thoughts of a woman he has deep love
And glances up to the man above.
He looks in the sky with fear
And asks, “What am I doing here?”
Times they’ve spent together
In the toughest of weather.
Tender moments they’ve shared
Showed they truly cared.
What is happening at this moment
When he is absent.
She’s walking down the aisle
With a lot of style
In a beautiful white dress
Looking like a beautiful princess.

He must hurry
So he won’t have to worry.
If he is too late
He will be without his mate.
Their destiny will be ruined forever
He couldn’t let this be, he had to be clever.
In the early morning dew
Just as she was ready to say “I DO”.
Over the horizon gallops a white stallion
At the speed of light to the reunion.
On its back is her lover
She will later discover.
He reaches the tender touch of her hand
Everything falls as planned.
His touch sends spasms of joy throughout her body
Something nobody did foresee.
Whisked away, they rode off on horseback
Never to turn back.
All is well and all is sweet
Their destiny is complete.

Copyright © 1990 – 2014 Franklin W. Reece – All rights reserved

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CRYING I


Crying I

When a crack baby dies, I cry.
Brought into this world with a burden.
Which there was no control.
Now in heaven.
You have your own role.

When an innocent child dies, I cry.
Taken from this world with no warning.
Snatched from the mouth of life.
Now to serve their time resting
In heaven playing a fife.

When an addicted youth dies, I cry.
Making them go farther
To see and feel beyond.
There was no father
To have that special bond.

When a homeless person dies, I cry.
Living amongst nature in whatever they can find.
Hoping someone would lend them a hand.
No one is to be so kind.
It didn’t turn out as planned.

When a soldier dies, I cry.
Fighting for their country
In a foreign land.
Finally free
Like the wind-blown sand.

When an old man dies, I cry.
Life full of memories
And now he is done.
Leaving lots of stories
For his grandson.

When a friend dies, I cry.
I wonder if I really knew ’em
And if he really knew me?
Was I a good friend to ’em?
A tragic event he couldn’t foresee.

When someone takes their life, I cry.
Will all this ever stop?
What gives us the urge to control life?
Life is too precious to flop.
Give them the strength to drop the knife.

Copyright © 1990 – 2014 Franklin W. Reece – All rights reserved

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Lovers in the Night

Cool air blowing through the night

Leaves rustling in the breeze

Voices in the distance

A couple staring at the stars

Whispering sweet words

Arms embraced

Holding tight

Never letting go

Silence…Listen

Couples heartbeat as one

Turning towards each other

He looks deep into her eyes

Sees all her love for him

Hand in hand they walk

Wishing the night would never end

Tomorrow hundreds of miles will part them

Their love will always be

Copyright © 1990 – 2014 Franklin W. Reece – All rights reserved

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Something New from Something Old

I recently did some cleaning of my computer files and a cabinet in my home office. In doing so, I found some old poetry that I wrote a long time ago. Some of it is dated back 25 years ago. I read through a lot of it and it brought back memories, some good and some not so good.

As a part of my cleaning things up and transformation in my life I decided to recreate myself. New things learned and practiced, old things revived and revamped. Part of that is to share my writings with the world—or at least for now the part of the world that reads my blog. I hope you all enjoy what I have created. My first piece is coming soon.

Peace, Love, and Happiness to all!

Awards from Rupesh

I would like to thank Rupesh for nominating my blog for The Dragon’s Loyalty Award and The Imagine Award.

Thanks Rupesh, for the award, your readership, and for following my blog. I hope your New Year is filled with happiness, love, and peace.

In searching my backlog of comments, look what I found under the Christmas tree. I would like to thank MeticulousMick for this recognition and nomination of this award.

This award is for being supportive and generally good bloggers. Thanks MM, for the award, your readership, and following my blog. May your New Year be filled with peace, love, and happiness. Thank you!

This post is a little overdue, but better late than never. That being said today I am a man of few words. Ajaytao has nominated me for a Christmas Bouquet of awards and I would like to thank him for his readership and follow of my blog. Thank you for this Christmas Bouquet.

Thank you and may peace, love, and happiness be in abundance in this New Year, Ajaytao.

Interesting read. I finished reading it several weeks ago but have just now got around to this post. Events come along for a reason and I think my introduction to this book happens at just the right time in my life. I can relate to Ed with his life in a quandary. Everything is going wrong in his life, from bad relationship to job troubles. He meets an unlikely Buddhist name Geoff in a pub. To Geoff problems are just facts. It’s our attitude towards them that makes us suffer or not.

Geoff uses a comparison of low tide and high tide to describe life states; “It’s your life state, mate. I told you the second time I met you: if your life condition’s low all this negative stuff just appears, like the rocks at low tide. They’re always there, but when the tide’s in – when your life condition is high – they disappear. You literally rise above it all…” This is so true. When your life state is strong, you feel like you can conquer the world. The strong actually go out seeking challenges: more dragons to fight, more damsels to rescue, whatever the case may be.

Ed’s realization is that Buddhahood is not some airy-fairy mental thing, or about sitting on a mountaintop somewhere being ‘enlightened’. It’s about getting your hands dirty and actually changing things for the better. As Geoff says approach everything with WCC—wisdom, courage and compassion—the wisdom to know what to do, the courage to do it, and the compassion that through the action everyone would benefit.

I love this book. Even though it is fiction, it still adheres to the beliefs of Buddhism. Now that I have read it, Buddhism has intrigued me even more.

Peace

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