January 4th, 2009 . by Cue Ball
I have decided, that I will wait.
I will be friends, n gain her trust.
I am ready, to love or bust.
There is time, for her to see.
How true my love, is clear to see.
Give it time, this I will.
My whole heart, n all my will.
To bed I cant, go to yet.
My love for her, This I’ll bet.
In due time, I hope she see’s
That all guys, are not about the birds n bee’s.
Birds n bee’s, can be fun.
But they don’t show, a bright shining sun.
Love is more, then just fun.
It is about, being there.
Just to show, that u care.
Talking through out, midnight hours.
Getting to know, her fears and hopes.
Getting to know, her dreams n slopes.
I hope she does, come around.
To show her my love, circles round.
There is no end, to my love.
I hope she is, my one true dove.
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December 28th, 2008 . by Cue Ball
For my friend, I will stand down.
Even walk, with out a frown.
She is the world, in my mind.
I will be there, if she’s in a bind.
What we do, for love is strong.
Even for her, to sing loves song.
I can not lie, it hurts me so.
Even if, I let love go.
For I must, be very strong.
To let her go, to another song.
Love for me, is like a song.
We are happy, at the gong.
To stand down, this I will.
Because of love, I missed this quill.
My heart say’s go, my mind say’s stop.
I want her love, don’t want to stop.
I want to go, all the way.
Don’t want to stop, along the way.
I want to have, her in my life.
To be beside me, even in strife.
Through good n bad, thick and thin.
For my life, n love would spin.
To have her, for a day.
Held in my arms, along our way.
Even with this, my love so strong.
Even if I, must miss this song.
For her happiness, I will Stand down.
Unless she say’s, she wants me.
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October 5th, 2008 . by Cue Ball
Is this right, or is this wrong.
Time is short, for this song.
To love or bust, in short time.
Will this spend, my last dime.
My last dime, is my love.
Can I find, my only dove.
Short in change, short in love.
Time is close, for giving up.
Let this be, a step up.
I am almost done, trying for love.
Also looking for, my one true dove.
How much longer, can I last.
Over this pain, can I pass.
To move on, or lose my love.
To give up, or find my dove.
This poem, she will see.
For her eyes, this must be.
Loyal I am, loyal I’ll be.
Till I die, I hope she’ll see.
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May 14th, 2008 . by Cue Ball
As of now, I am moving on.
Through and out, this hard time.
The clouds will clear, and the storm will pass.
Things are looking up, as I raise the mast.
Sailing on, and moving out.
From these dark days, I muster all my clout.
I am ready, to start again.
Just to see, where life begins.
Tough it is, and tough it will be.
Life moves on, and this I see.
So move on I will to start all over.
Just to see, the fields of clover.
I am still hurt, from my loss.
Nothing can change, what was lost.
My child’s life, Is now in better hands.
Strength is coming, for me to move on.
I still want to hear, Loves first gong.
Lonely I am, in a cold bed.
Waiting I am, to fill the bed.
I want to get to know, my next love.
Before I move on, to have a warm bed.
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April 22nd, 2008 . by Cue Ball
but something had changed, or was changing. everything always did, no matter how much he loved what he had. the only redemption would be if all the tumbling and rearrangement were to mean something. but he was aware of no pattern. if there were one great equality, one fine universal balance that he could understand, then he would know that there were others, and that someday the curtain of the world would lift onto a sunny springlike stillness and reveal that nothing - nothing - had been for naught, neither the suffering of all the children that he had seen suffering, nor love that ends in death: nothing.
~~ winter’s tale~~
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