Saol gan Gra

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I'll sit and watch the clouds retreat,
At the waters edge I'll dip my feet,
And all the while I'll think of you!,
And all the things we used to do,

Those days are gone, I know that now,
All this time I'd wondered how
I could move on and just forget,
And live my life without regret

But one can live and love and lose,
but who we love we cannot choose



Trapped!!
         
To everyone who suffers from OCD


Words cannot express, I cannot put on page,
How sometimes trapped I feel,
Inside my mental cage,
A simple movement is a struggle,
The demon grabs and holds on tight,
'til i am drained of all my might,
I give in and do his deed,
It's not my own, it is his need,

But becoming me, I can't define,
Which thoughts are his and which are mine,
Yet no one knows this purest hell,
I have to show but cannot tell,
He lives in me, inside my head,
He will not leave 'til i am dead,
When i listen, I hear his voice,
What can I do, I have no choice,

But this is a blessing in disguise,
With God i make a compromise,
I will accept this frustrating strife,
If it can teach me about life!



Reverence
         
A soft movement I heard as i stood tired upon the grass,
Under a proud tree standing tall in the sweet spring breeze,
'Til a bell declared 'twas time for the locals to come to mass
And I broke from my thoughts and fell to my knees,

For i felt on that morning, a calming sense
And rewarded what gave it with my silent reverence,
Oh it was a sweet and blissful time,
That to break from it now, I felt was a crime,

And as I watched the good, the bad and the holy,
Flock to that building in order to pray,
I rose from my knees and brushed myself slowly,
For I knew that I could not stay there all day,

Yet I often think back to that morning in my childhood,
When I watched and prayed for as long as I could,
Because I know that life offers few such events,
So I will not stand back or sit on the fence,

But rather I'll go on from here with a new way of thinking
And stare into the eyes of death without blinking,
For i know now that God smiled upon me that day,
As I kneeled under that great tree and started to pray.




Faith
         
Say wat you must for the will of the people,
How we long for the misleading notion of love,
We confide in a theory under a manmade steeple,
In the hope we can find the long lost dove,

We tell this unknown our hopes and our fears,
The private thoughts we don't reveal to our friends,
It's ignored when we're happy yet sought after tears,
When we encounter one of lifes unexpected bends,

But despite all of this we remain, alive,
Struggling together to get through each day,
We need compassion in order to thrive,
We make our choices, come what may!

But our lives are quite simple and ultimately short,
Though we see our own as a wothwhile quest,
We jest to impress the almighty court,
Unsure if we'll earn our heavenly rest.