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To you the reader I want to say thank you for taking the time to read my poetry and take the journey known as life with me.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Under Attack

One day


As sure as I am putting pen to paper right now

We will look back on this point in history and call it

The good ole days

Not because they’re actually good

But because

The world is only getting worse

Sad to say

Think of the world

Our children will be growing up in

I wish

I could stop time

Just freeze right now

Cherish the moment

Live for now

The future is not promised

And if you do get to see it

Think of how dark the days will be



© 2010

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Sticks n' Stones

Words hurt


Sometimes more

Than we care to admit

Bullying

Isn’t always physical

The verbal aspect

Has longer lasting effects

Sinking deep into the mind

If you bother

To get the know the person

Behind the eyes

A tortured soul

You will find

How long can you

Keep this to yourself?

Pretending like

Everything is alright

Inside

Fires rage

Burning

No one makes it through hell

Without some kind of reminder

Flesh wounds maybe

Or perhaps

The nightmares that same to never end

I think of the ones

Young and old

That have taken their precious life

Over what others have said

I pray your soul finds peace





© 2010

Monday, September 20, 2010

Bleeding Heart




No matter


What my political beliefs may be


I love my country still


They say I am anti you


Not the case


I will forever stand up for you


I just want you to get back


To the greatness that once was


I will speak out against elected officials


Why shouldn’t I ?


They work for me after all


Or so I was told


I salute


All that have serviced and died for you


Past


Present


Future


 
(C) 2010

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Snake Bite

The venom
Racing through the temple
Slowly breaking down
Infected
Though they see themselves
As being cursed
How could this happen to me?
First thought
After the receive
The positive results
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Friday, September 10, 2010

The Mirror

Sometimes
It's like I am
In a fun house
From the looks
Of my reflection
You see the smiling
The frowns
How I still have a child inside
And how father time has been unkind
The triumph
The torment
Glory
Gloom
I am a onion
Many layers
Some love me
But get too close
And I will make you cry
Smash the mirror
Or face what is looking back at you
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Monday, September 6, 2010

Motionless

How can we ever
Move forward
If we
Live in the past
Baffled
At how we
Continue
To put the same numbers
Into the equation
But act surprised
When the calculator
Reads the same answer
In order for us
To overcome
We need to move
From the box
That surrounds
And grow

(c) Steve Logan 2010
All Rights Reserved
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Sunday, September 5, 2010

Breakup Poem

First off


I’d like to apologize

For things that are about to be said

Just know

This has been on my mind for a long time

The idea of leaving you bouncing around in my head



I remember a time

When I used to get up

And couldn’t wait to hear from you

Now I walk around

Wondering how you find a way to

Twist things around to make

Any wrong my fault



Doesn’t take much these days

You’re easily detached

Guess you have thoughts of

Other men on your mind



If you can’t see

All that I do for you

How I try to make this work

Then you need to get your eyes check

Problems with men of the past

Have made you not want to invest

You emotions



You don’t seem like you want to be here

And if that is the case

You can go

I will not chase someone that doesn’t want to be caught

This isn’t about pride

It’s about me not being able to help you

So I won’t stand in your way

Goodbye my love

(C) Steve Logan
All Rights Reserved

Saturday, September 4, 2010

Novel

You’re a treasure


Every day

I make sure I read another chapter

In your book

The more I read

The more I am intrigued

The more beautiful you are

The more I fall in love with you

Sometimes the story is painful

But then it is followed by things

That warm my heart

And touch my soul

The narration

Never gets old

I don’t bother to count the pages

But they keep multiplying

I guess this means

We still have more to write in this book my love