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Advice ~   Leave a comment

Advice ~ So you may sleap at nite Forgive them For the sake of your soul Speak truth So you are not forgotten Stand up For the sake of the world Believe   © Copyright 2006 – 2012 Aarron Laidig Endurance and the Life Eternal

I miss ~   Leave a comment

I miss eating out coming home playing pool lying in bed singing badly driving around fresh made coffee smoking cigarettes drinking at the bar Getting in arguments looking at the trees talking in the morning dancing in the kitchen walking down the street watching TV on the couch shopping for things not needed with you […]

Posted March 4, 2012 by Aarron in Poetry Of My Making

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Still I write ~   Leave a comment

  I sit alone, late at night writing to you by candle light. A letter, I know I will never send many a night like this I spend. I envisage your face, so splendid God’s sculpting hand must be commended. My pen, it creeps across the paper, the fantasy visage turns to vapor. Still I […]

Posted March 4, 2012 by Aarron in Poetry Of My Making

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chasing will-o’-the-wisp ~   Leave a comment

Tranquility As I woke this morning, Your breath against my neck, I felt tranquility. Sighing You cuddled close, sighing softly, fingers playing on my chest. Gracefully I stroke your hair, amazed at it softness, it falls gracefully through my fingers. Unremitting I hug you close, wondering why I never can get close enough, an unremitting […]

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Endless beauty ~   Leave a comment

Knowing I have loved you for over half my life when you have been joyful or sad, you should know I will love you always even into your old age never ending. In my minds eye you are always beautiful, When you become old and grey time having taken it’s toll I will see you […]

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Fantasy on a busy sidewalk ~   Leave a comment

Every night I dream of you, I hate my dreams. not real: why are you not mine? Only the taste of your crimson lips can give me satisfaction. Moist lips I have never kissed, I hear your melodic voice in the wind, Your joyful laughter warms me inside, But it has been so long since […]

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Golden Warmth ~   Leave a comment

I saw her again just yesterday My soul once more caught fire. Her eyes with golden speckles met mine Never will my body ache more. The pain in my heart, a pain so real. My body would not obey me, Her voice so warm and full of sunshine I burned as if in a blazing […]

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