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2 I’m Jeanette Williamson Author of www.thehiddenpoet.co.uk website and interactive book Author’s notes Welcome to www.thehiddenpoet.co.uk book by Jeanette Williamson author of the poetry you about to read. A modest collection wording and writing of poetry written over a span of a ten years period of my life conveying deeps thoughts of depression, anxiety, love and hate and other realms that I dream off. I also have a photography website called www.photographybean.com why not check that out too. You’re welcome to browse my poetry but please respect the author and do not copy as your own as I’ve worked hard on these poems and want to share them with you. “A modest collection wording and writing of poetry written over a span of a ten years period of my life conveying deeps thoughts of depression, anxiety, love and hate and other realms that I dream off..” The poetry you are reading is solely my work and original piece of work, and such should not be used for commercial use or to be recreated on other sites without my express permission.
3 Poetry A I spent a lot of time when I was in my darkest place dreaming my life away and living in a reality that I folded round me like a blanket. And I guess this is a poem which maybe came round from me trying to find my identity and who I really am and what I want from love A dream Who am I engulfed in dreams Never settling on who I really ought to be What I desire from life and me Whilst my dreams attract me into a false identity Making reality seem so dreamlike so cruel It’s hard to be free of the body and the mind When I crave for so much but so little time And as It’s hard to break the thoughts of you Just a touch, a kiss on the lips maybe will do While that might be enough to influence me I watch you with heighten curiosity As to be the flame that burns inside I keep my distance so as not to be dowsed from you mind And as I bequeath my desire my dreams You suddenly astonish me letting me with in Whilst we look into each other eyes Are dreams intertwine merging with body and mind Becoming no longer a dream no longer yearning Unwrap like a flower rousing for the first time A chosen pathway to be walked upon Whilst giving me the identity that I have long for Only my dreams could have shown me what kind
4 We all need someone threw our life’s to help guide and protect us, weather a real person someone we trust or for those that believe in heaven and angel that can guide our trust. We as always endeavour to stride on Angel Am I your angel? That protects you now Keeping all that’s blind from your sight Helping you find the light Within the boundaries of life Losing your fear to me There’s no angel here In the clear blue water of your mind Only in soul and time As your knowledge will all ways surpass mine? Standing on a fine line Will you let me be your guide? I wonder not to why While you choose with no doubts of crime Or intent to die Of what is thee and why me Only to communicate recognition tilting your head As you look on to what’s next Has all of what I said will take affect Now I’m your angel to save from harm Will you chose to charm
5 Have you ever stopped for a brief moment and felt everything around you has slowed down and you find yourself watching what seems like an eternity of your life pass you by. I wrote this poem to reflect the times when I have felt this feeling and sat there and watched others pass within a twinkling of an eye A moment in time At the end of the sea I stand and stare Motionless against the fresh air Heart beating in rhythmic time As the surf crashes upon the shore line Watching the waves hitting the beach In a world that belongs solely to me I dwell on thoughts created hidden deep While slowly sounds become obscure to my psyche Forgotten perhaps as if the volume was turned down I just hear my heart beating a rhythmic sound Slowing stopping for a brief moment in the twinkling of an eye Not a whisper of clouds in the blue sky My world becomes real-time
6 A smile is something we all need to do and probably lack. I was at work one day and for some reason I just looked up and watch the other around me and they had all the same blank expression on their faces and I guess this inspired me to write this poem A smile Put a smile on thy face Declare it has not been Without thy grace That our life’s Without shame Would mean nought And with our faith Thy harts can’t and wont Oh how they bleed Upon tears so cold they freeze When I look upon Upon thy mortal face Sadness with haste Oh do put a smile on thy face
7 broken glass or maybe the softest grass. So I wrote this poem to capture the feeling of a relationship on the verge of breakdown and the unravelling story it tells All alone Run and you’ll be free Is that what you want from me? To escape the fear Of what you’ve been told That you’ve failed to see All the falling shadows That lay upon me so cold Whilst your heart burns so much soul So as to escape whom you are Can you truly tell me? Why our love has gone this far From all that you know To sweet honestly I have to frown upon Where will you go? Whom will you rely on? That you’ll don’t know As I can’t direct you to I So unwilling you are to lie You don’t want to know Have I done you so wrong? So you’ll run never to come home Now I’m all alone Although I’ll move on My innocence is bliss But the truth lies with in the mist Of our departed sadness I will miss
8 Depression can be a dark place; one that you can get so immerged with it’s hard to drag yourself out again. Thus an insight to how I felt trying to pick up the fragments of my life in the deepest reach of my mind All my worries How can you understand me When I had not confided in thee With all the pain and torture I hold I don’t even know me Like a clock being wound up I find my self-wanting to cry out Like an infant child crying because it’s hurt The anger builds up Until it burst And all my worries become misunderstood As the depression takes a hook My whole world becomes overlooked
9 This was a poem I wrote when I had an angry moment in my life. It’s when someone just has to push the over load button as things are at a breaking point already to piss you of further. So rather than doing something I would regret later I wrote this down to remind me of how in touch I’m with getting angry and other things and maybe a hint to other don’t push you luck Anger, frustration and all Rage, all so rage Builds until it burns Right through my soul You will scorn Anger, frustration and all Until I can take no more Whilst unruly thoughts pass Pass through an unstable mind I will look upon you With slanted eyes From within time, Thy mortal time Thus to tear down, Down you all Over and again Until thy rage Burns to its uncertain brawl Whilst I’ll have my reprisal And may be with in my eyes Our souls will cry Even as you accumulate your lies So my rage no longer hides As blood shot red eyes Weep for your demise
10 A simple poem about hidden tears which I think we all hide locked inside our fragile minds and the days that we just want to cry away but if we do we run the risk of betraying our hidden thought and stirring the darkest that we fought hard to keep locked up “hidden tears” Arm’s held out high As to catch thy falling drops, That pours from thy sky above thee Whilst standing there face held high Buzzing so much a live Contained in your own Face covered in thy clear thought Of what is real, And what not to deal For your heart pounds As you take a breath To fill your lungs, With the wet air upon thee Flung back to reality Thy drops of water Rain faster and harder now As you waken from thy darkness Of your mind, soon to be closed Locked in your pale blue eyes Never to be forgotten As thy rain hits your face But as to remain as ripples, That surge upon a quite lake For reality will have thy last say In a world so much consumed in hate For what’s is not real Will be washed away Unspoken words That will never see thy light of day Thus to catch all you can, Upon frozen hands As thy liquid drops run away
11 Poetry B “Broken tear in the mirror” when you stand there looking at yourself crying for some reason known to you, looking into your life and feeling little in a word so big and wanting to smash the mirror in to bits. Thus my broken tears in the mirror I wanted to smash in to bits Broken Broken tears in the mirror Upon my face, I weep What we done in life I will never achieve to be And what we did in time Only sell our self’s peace As our world is forgotten When a tear is shed from me While all hope becomes lost What we’ve done, will never stop Broken tears in the mirror Upon my face, I bleed And what we did in time To throw precaution to the wind As our world is forgotten When my blood flows from within While all hope becomes lost What we’ve done, will never stop Upon my face, I weep I’m cold and lost Broken tears in the mirror Becoming fragments of me Upon my face, I weep As the glass shatters at my feet
12 Poetry C Contemptuous hearts is a poem based upon scornful, disgusted people who spend most of the time down grading others with in their lives. Rather than spending there times upon them self’s. Contemptuous hearts roar Why do you gloom on what’s new To frown upon your hopes Whilst of nothing more Can thy contemptuous hearts roar? As much to be dismayed Oh thy heart is frayed For adjusting this world In pleasure and game Can only be immoral While you and I am almost one, One of millions that drink in thy sea of dark Accept thy will for who you are As no amount of change Will place preference on thy soul Don’t become the black widow Spinning thy lies amongst us all
13 Poetry D’s Delusion, my own reality were I hide, folded round me like a blankets keeping me gripped in fantasy hoping it will be one day be a reality in the real world. Well we can dream those days and I do a lot thus this poem reflects my secret thoughts of hiding in a realm where my life plays out every day but firmly come back down. Delusional Delusions thoughts of realty Will someday engulf me Swamping my mind making me go blind While I’ll fantasize on thing that coerce me Becoming delusive with every dream I fade into a personality that someday will define me That has no limitation No boundaries to maintain a grip Yet I give myself freely to its effects Floating, intoxicated by all that goes While I hide in a world so sub-zero Hence I maintain myself in my own Losing my mind losing all time While I envisage of so many realms With so many attractions to overcome But all ways keeping my feet firmly on the ground
14 Poetry E’s Endless the universe, in body and mind whispers pass you buy. A day at work listening to everything around me taking notes thus I wrote this poem to try to capture the feeling of life merging around me. Endless ghost Can you feel the vibration? Of you mind taking note To all the sound around you All in agreement one vote Calming you down Taking all the hassle of the day to note Listen carefully to the tempo As it captures your highs and your lows But listen carefully to those While allowing your emotions to flow Gently close your eyes as you do so And find a peace somewhere within your mind Now reflect upon your being And there you’ll see the past The present and the future moments in time All merging to create mankind You’ve just had the experience, Of your modest lifetime Hence reflect upon it not like most Because you’ll never know That you are a part of an endless ghost Created even before our own world Even before the cosmos
15 Dreams are such powerful tools and I often hide my most secret thoughts of people and places I create never telling others my most intimate feelings, wishing when I wake up those people will be there and I can reach out and touch them like when I touch their thoughts in my dreams. If only. Every night I dream Every night I dream of people and places That I have created with in my mind None of them are real however But they are as real as mankind Almost reaching out and touch their faces Feeling the tenderness of their skin next to mine I look into their eyes as If I was looking straight into their mind Wanting more each day is that such a crime When they have lasted such a lifetime Never wanting to stop until they fade from me every morning day I don’t know why my thoughts guide me this way Or if I can’t find comfort and solitude within my dreams I do not want to share those nearest to me
16 I quite don’t know how this poem came about. It’s based upon a work mate of mine who when we first mate didn’t like each other or maybe lack of understanding between us, however as time went on five years in fact we have become good friend and often take the piss out of oth-ers. Enemy You are but my enemy And as my enemy You are but my friend To be held close until thy end Whilst in my eyes You are but thy one thing I hate An enemy with a smirk Obliquely upon thy face And whilst in my heart You are but thy one thing I admire An enemy with a graceful smile Becoming an eccentrics sire
17 Poetry F’s A world of anxiety and depression leads to fear of not knowing what each day holds and weather you can get through without hurting yourself because of it. A day in my life when I was in the early to mid-twenty’s trying to get through each day frightened of what the next would bring Fear A memory or an event Can cause fear to a few Been frighten by one thing So trivial to you But so haunting to I That it can rule my life Make me hide Even make me cry Irksome fear Overwhelming in my mind Haunting flashes Creating havoc and chills down my spine Resulting in nervous tension Trying to suppress the fear Of hurting one self Year over year
18 Hate is a strong emotion and should be used lightly. But when you hate someone or something we often don’t think and our emotions get the better of us. Hence it is human nature to outdo our self’s. For its human nature Human nature Is to outdo our self’s But then we face the danger Of only listening to our self’s As a silent voice is all it takes To wage war upon those we hate Combines the pressure Of thy Situation As we only have one solution Amongst confusion of our self We chose to cry, Cry sins of our very wealth Whilst others pay for their shame Kill those who have the blame For its human nature That teaches you nothing Of war is not forgotten While politics amble on
19 Poetry G’s This world still need to grow up, we are young compared to other planets out there. Growing up a part of life weather or not we like the fact we always chose to follow the same path. Growing up Freedom we ask freedom we need Having the world beneath our feet Gives us the reasonability that we seek While throughout life we take a stride Into the unknown The blackness of night From the time of our existence To when we die We accept the challenges set by life Taking the reasonability with all our heart We stride through trial and error While choosing our very own path Determined to follow those who have gone We create we destroy our beliefs Our optimism of our world And as we attempt to escape The blame the pressure We chose a life of loneliness Over our determinism to live together
20 I wrote this while at work one day, about a college, a rather old lady I didn’t get on with and always felt that she was judging others and me and looking down on them like she ruled the roost Grumpy old tart Grumpy old tart Who do you think you are? The queen of Sheba Not by far What a grumpy old tart Sitting there smug Grey as a fart Past the mileage You grumpy old tart So we take a moment to laugh While you judge us a part Nagging at others What a grumpy old tart Thinking you’re superior More important Just a joke you are No you’re just a grumpy old tart Without a heart
21 Poetry H’s “Hidden faces” I like to think that we all have a hidden personality somewhere locked deep in our minds weather or not we choose to bring it to life. Hidden faces Good intensions Or bad am I Hidden faces Upon moral crime One of hate And the other of love Let’s not pick To choose is enough Feeling like a victim A sad game to play Cruel intent Hurtful to say Good intensions With a crushed smirk on thy face I’m no angel Fallen without grace
22 Poetry I’s Dreams a place to escape reality where you can play out a life that otherwise would not be accessible. But my dreams so intense I live in a life hoping to be something which I may or not be whilst leaving love ones alone in this reality. I never stopped loving you Close to my dreams Than I can ever have imagine to have been Forbidding myself As to live in my realty To taking part in other’s life As well as my own All ways dreaming of a different home I couldn’t live within the real world What makes you think that I could now? As I need my dreams More than you’ll ever know So don’t stop loving me As the pain will only grow Oh how I wish I could tell That they make me fill high That I’m right here beside your side All ways ready to show you my fear That punishes me inside the mortal sphere Showing you the darkest shadows Because I never stopped loving you That crawls within a fragile mind I need help from a mortal guide As for giving me for the best of times I promise you this will be true So let me kindle what we new
23 “I” A simple poem of me and what kind of defines me as a person . I I am I Because that is me What I do Is what I please That is I I come and go Taking what belongs This is so Not some little yobbo I don’t aim to please This is not I Although I will lie That’s why I’m me I’m not perfect That you’ll see This is so Curious to know That I am I Living how I’ll please I won’t be told Because is not so I’m in control I chose my destiny Thus this is I Now you’ll know
24 “In my world” A poem about finding myself about indulgence of my whims, opening into my life and thus writing down things as I like. In my world I have changed Into nothing but blame For something I am not To an unopened imaginary tale Of what my sins may inflict Upon my indulgence Of my whims Maybe possible I am weak But sincerely I know thee As I don’t wish to listen To those around Being obsessed Trying to understand With futile attempts As to get inside I write my expressions, as I like
25 Poetry K’s “Kindred” A imaginary tale Kindred Hear the whispers of a Childs need And the whispers of a gentle breeze Upon the lips of a kindred queen So graceful without ease To fall silent upon the sleep That engulfs thy will From an echo of eternity’s soul To the furthest reach of us all Will the kindred queen rule This forgotten world
26 Poetry L’s I don’t swim but if I did I would love to be on crystal clear lake just floating there listening to the ripples and echoes around me, Thus a poem about those feelings and becoming a part of my surroundings and maybe a hint about another realm. Lay me down Down upon the water Full with sweet smelling roses With petals over flowing As the water laps against my cloths Lay me down Down upon the water So I can touch by my fingertips Conveying echoes unheard From the ripples that surge Lay me down Down upon the water As to feel the coldness against my skin To unfold a part of me Hidden so warmly within Lay me down Down upon the water As to be part of the tranquillity To find my souls peace With a single tear of sleep But lay me down Down upon the water For me to float bound Coming a part of misty sounds To haunting the lake I am now
27 “lies” We all tell lies throughout our life’s some more than others, I think when I was writing this poem I was going through a stage of my life where I used lie’s to hid my true feelings locking them up and becoming a total different person. Lies I try to know To look inside Reaching my mind To find hidden lies Countless I have told Too many who knows Why theses excite me I do not know Still I have written it so Thus my life remains, as it must In anticipation of it all building up Becoming misplaced Perplexity corrupts Virtuousness is a must As the lies begin to fill up I look inside To see what mortal I have befall? While my life plays absent To it’s uncertain toll Till then the lies will spill out With whatever they bring about Mischievous play Invokes the best of all Don’t lock me up Just let me run riot With more lies then I know of
28 “Life” given fact that we all live our own way trudging through every day Life Work as tiring as it seems Contributes to a boring dismal day Without work we Probably waste away In life and death we live on in our own way Endless as it seems from day to day But so necessary you can’t take it away Hoping something better comes We fight; we struggle to win each one At least we get to live that one more day And just may be we won’t die in vain On we must go into the nether ending future Leaving our past ever so distant While in our minds we know what’s to come But it’s the uncertainty of our lives, which takes us on.
29 Poetry M’s I like my music and some songs make me feel alive, I went through a stage of listening to songs which I now listen back to and think what I was doing that day when I heard it and remember the good and bad times. So I wrote this poem to remind me when I’m down that listening to music makes me feel a live. Music It’s the music I chose That makes me feel alive Intoxicated on an all-time high Bouncing around Like electricity lashing out Making me fly within my mind As my heart pounds To the buzz of the house Pulsations to and from I sing in humour to dance Since I can’t get enough Of all this drugged up trance While I listen to the inner punch It’s like a fix for various ones Until it’s time to peter out I’ll rock with the intention of bringing about All the fun of bouncing more or less While milking me of what energy I have left
30 Maybe in a different life I would have been a teacher or someone great passing knowledge on, maybe if I stuck to education I might be all these things. Alter ego perhaps written in poetry. My life in short My life in short Well that’s a though Gracing the land With what I’ve been taught Nothing less nothing more Giving up this life to make sure to you The values the commodity Of this wondrous world Only if the people could alter What a place it would be Departing with a legacy One of virtue and one of peace Teaching the human race Those who have surpassed So I can stop chasing at dreams At long last Stopping for a single breathe Taking in the wondrous sights That man has achieved From their minds Giving me the knowledge to up hold So I can pass it down To those who have grown Into the role of virtue And from there into harmony Thus letting me go So it is done
31 Depression can take a gripe of all of us at one time or another, some carry on with their life’s some struggle. I was in my deepest place when I was in my early 20’s struggling with life and how to carry on. My world Is like a black hole Engulfing what I know All that is real Anything that goes That I know Thus look at me Into my eyes To hand you’ll see The blackness of the sky Where there are no stars To shine a light In this world of perpetual night I’m all alone Frighten and cold That I know This is my world
32 Poetry N’s Dreams, imaginations of what our life would be like if it could be. Well mine at least I live in a dream world often imagine what it would be like to be living with someone a make belief stranger. Nexus To hide behind my imagination Of false realities Describing as being alone in this world Whilst to justify a social behaviour With a make belief stranger That I all ways consider a saviour of some perverse nature But when I can find a retreat within my mind Why muse on what is surreal to you and me and man kind As the hours tick by so does my life In the nexus of my deliberations Upon the reflections that I so dearly admirer Therefore I cannot know anything more or anything less Then of what should lead me to my uncertain regret Of not knowing a real person from my head Nevertheless I will dream And let my imagination run riot Whilst I find the perfect moment I will indulge myself with the persons in question However the situation governs While whatever I hold within my mind Is for me to be said and to be looked upon in time As I have no doubts that you will not understand How I feel and how I long Even if it is sad to hide in one’s own world I will not be afraid Or hesitate to understand my true nature Of this intense gratification that I so cosset in After all I’m only human And human nature is inspiring to all
33 Poetry O’s “Of misery and pain” again a poem about depression and how it affected me and the times I didn’t want to be round people and again found a play within my mind that I could be free. Thus this how the poem came round. Of misery and pain Time throughout space Has no haste To lay upon my hands So laced with waste Then to be frowned upon As if I have done so wrong O how I do not belong Spare me the blessing Of others forgiveness As I have no tolerance to wait Among those who I dearly hate Wishing to abscond from this place Of misery and pain O how I do not belong But now I’m free from thee I will live with certainty Behest what I please Drink and be gaily Until the dawn rolls in I have no sins O how I do fit in
34 Another poem on the effects of hiding in a day dream world while the cruel word around me passes on, like my own drug without the side effects. On stimulated sense Every day I commit a crime A crime of hiding Within in my mind As my thoughts Guide me to blinding effects I feel drugged up On stimulated sense An all-time high Until I touch down Floating in little white clouds Never wanting to come back down What a crime to commit In ever day life Between you and me I commit this with ease While reality is so dam hard to please
35 The effect of sleeping with depression taking its grip and not wanting to wake up with all the messed up thoughts in my head wishing people to see through my eyes and know why I felt low all the time. Only if you could see me through my eye’s Bring me close Bring me into the light Show me your feelings I need to know As waking up in the morning Gives me less to say Until it’s time once again While all the voices with in my mind Scream blue murder I can’t dismiss them It’s plain to hide Only if you could see me through my eye’s You would realize That all these places scare me I wonder why? Take a Look through a lens Is like looking through my head All the thoughts All the mess Brought about by dreams So real so intense
36 Poetry R’s “Realization” A poem about hurt and tears Realization Cry a tear A single drop That runs and does not stop To be absorbed By the fairest skin Upon the lips of a kindred king Shed a smile For it’s been a while That it whispers days To be conspired in hays By the loving face Adorning with grace Show some compassion For it’s worth a ration That to see past the tart To look within your heart By the expression of the gist Upon the face covered in mist This is all realization Of our true explanation That is knotty Without being grotty By the vile savour Of our impish behaviour
37 An imaginary tale of loyalty and trust and of another realm Rose maid I have journey the seven seas just to find you Looking in the innermost reaches of man’s minds To be at your side, to be beside you when you die And all you can show me is love for another It tears me to know as my resentment flows Like a wilting red rose dropping its petals fading slow But faith full I have been and unmoving I will be You can never take that from me And as the mist upon the rolling hills gather A tranquil dawn waits with the coming weather While we draw together Waiting upon the hills thus old We mourn the loss of someone so bold Staying to see the rays of light that shine so vivid Illuminating the grave site with all its valour Our work is done, thus we part from each other Hence we look back upon the rolling hills To see the mist receding and to find a new way of living For that reason I to will rest the hatred that has grown in side me As we put our differences behind us While releasing me, moving on from our duties of mourners But never forget this as my loyalty remains Call upon me every spring morning day And I’ll return to your side as a loyal subject Of a once grate breath taking kingdom I called the highlands of the rose maid
38 Poetry S’s “Sleep” a state of mind and do we really fall asleep or just slumber whilst dreaming with some much curiosity Sleep Quite now close your eyes Don’t put up a fight Let yourself fall Into a dream state of mind As you close your eyes Look past and beyond The infinity of our life’s Of the world that slumbers And as you descend through empty space Time has no acceleration But to cushion your haste To gently lay you upon your bed Shush now All has been said Thus let your mind go Let it wonder and roam Into a distance trance Echoes of forgotten souls Halting all other sounds While your perceptions frown To what you’ll hallucinating about Inside your own little realm And while you sleep Your eyes flicker With so much curiosity Until it’s time to awake To be a part of the real world once again
39 “Sun and Moon” A elegant dance that has gone on for century’s Sun and Moon My time has come to the earth I shall go Back to my place of birth Remembering things I’ve done Hoping that I’ve given my worth Whilst throughout spent time I’ve shone so bright Bringing wealth and grace to the land Now it is the young one turn To show the way in the pending sands Hence the young one I may be Yet I bring light to a torn sea Leading the way through the time I’ve gained But all that will change For soon I will go back to the dark This has tended for me To make way for the coming seed But for now my time has surpassed thee So reborn out of the land I will raise Showing my place to all that has grace And as the cycle goes on I’ll watch with curiosity Even though I’ll be replaced
40 Poetry T’s A poem to the dawn and al it joys it bring us and the pending day. The dawn The stars shine so brightly upon this worthy night And as the burning wood slowly crackles away We huddle closer to admire the fire fight Warmed by the heat of the fire we leisurely wait To see the new dawn creeping upon its way Then the first glimmer falls upon us as we pay homage to its wake Turning around to see the dawn upon its way The hills the low domain are illuminated up with all their delight Giving the moors a colour in their own right And as far as we can see the world is pulsating With subsequently many different activities From the smallest insect to the largest mammal we can glimpse But as soon as the dawn comes the sun begins to set once more Bringing all those activities to an halt to an end Thus letting others creatures take their places So once more we light a fire to keep us warm in the coming hours of dusk To protect us from the darkness the shadows of the night Whilst comforting us as we sleep, knowing there will be a sunrise
41 That feeling when you’re lost in a crowd and total forgotten about and how your made to feel small not worth caring about. Again a poem about de- pression and becoming lost in society. The way I feel sometimes Do you get the feeling that’s it not worth living? You should be seen but never heard You’re not even worth a penny Let alone a lifetime of memories Just like a mouse, you’ll made to feel small Scurrying to and from around the house Almost getting trodden on Kick to one side tossed about While all the time you watch your life goes by Pondering on your thoughts you realize That all you are is a face in a crowd There to forgotten about
42 I often sit there in a coffee shop or whilst out shopping or walking the dogs and looks what’s going on around me and most of it the same every day are fate is rolled into one and our reflection carry on no matter who you are. The world in my eyes I see the world through my eyes Each day I wonder why What is and what is now I struggle to recognize Our past and present are the same One rolled into the other What we do what we say All reflect upon each other While Throughout life we struggle Not knowing what’s taking place Hoping someone will lead us on Even though each day is the same We can’t forget those, which have come For the past is are saviour and our guide And our hope depends on every one Whether you are black or white!
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