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  • "Forever friend"

     

    Friends I have had

    friends I have known

    But where is the friend

    who has seen me and grown

    For friendship it seems

    is seldom indeed

    Cause friends are forever

    in want or in need

    And you my dear friend

    Who now hold my heart

    Shall I never forsake

    and never depart

    Oh take me away

    my friend and my love

    And sing me the song

    that feels like a hug

    And whisper to me

    Your secrets unknown

    You are the one

    whom I love and I know

    You own my smile

    Forever and true

    Here is my heart

    I give it to you

     

    Copyright 2003 by pauly hart

  • Footprints on the Hart

    (The other footprints poem)

    Tiny footprints

    Large footprints on my heart

    Footprints by lovers

    Footprints by my friends

    Footprints I needed

    And those I did not

    I have been stepped on

    Kicked

    Massaged by Birkenstocks

    And punctured by cleats

    Footprints of love

    Joy, pain and laughter

    I see my life

    By the marks they have made

    My ups and my downs

    My goods and my bads

    Footprints of Jesus

    All over my head

    Footprints of her

    Alone in my bed

    I know his feet

    Were shod inside peace

    I know those toes

    Were trusted indeed

    For I am not stepped on

    A doormat, am not

    But my heart is open

    For love and for hate

    Footprints you say

    How common is that

    A footprint is dusty

    And dust gets in cracks

    So every inside part

    Of my life

    Has been muddied

    And dustied and crudied

    By mud

    For tears, sweat and blood

    Have made the dust wet

    And footprints are left

    All alone in the muck

    And footprints are all

    That matters to me

    Footprints of you

    Footprints of me

    Copyright 2003 by pauly hart

  • Girl part one

     

    She sat there making a list

    onto her notebook

    from her cellphone

    and scrolling, and scrolling

    then a yawn

    I wonder if in another life

    I could have worked up the nerve

    to say hello

    nope

     

    Written by pauly hart

    Copyright 2003 by pauly hart

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    Girl part two

     

    She must be waiting for someone

    She is waiting

    Looking towards me

    Sliding off me

    like easy butter, looking at the wall

    Splot. You can actually hear those eyes

    Looking at the empty wall

    Her thoughts are empty

    Her time is free

    She is availible

    She is bored

     

    Written by pauly hart

    Copyright 2003 by pauly hart

    ---------------------------

    Girl part three

     

    I think that I should say hello

    to this girl, but how long am I

    going to stay in town to get to

    know her? Well? What's the

    point man? To establish

    something that won't last any-

    way? To begin a non-sensical

    journey with a sensible soul?

    Nope.

     

    Written by pauly hart

    Copyright 2003 by pauly hart

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    Girl part four

     

    Anxious. Quiet. Surreal.

    Uninterested. Unwinding.

    My mind is lubricated with eye fodder.

    She is a vision.

    She is a quest

    I sojourn

    (And sneek glances)

    At her...

    this...

    the...

    Holy Grail.

     

    Written by pauly hart

    Copyright 2003 by pauly hart

  • buzzz

     

    "begone foul demons of the air

    fly away and begone", said he.

    flapping, flipping, snapping

    at those pesky summer flies.

    so he bought himself a flyswatter.

    swat, swat, swat, swat.

    now the kitchen it littered,

    with dead insect carcasses.

    yuck.

     

    Copyright 2003 by pauly hart

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  • Non-Interaction As I lay awake in bed At night I realize just what this is to be awake and wanting the incredible mind numbing mental stimuli of this screen mentality called the vision of the telepaths In this state, I seldom rest my mind on what my friends are doing, where my family is what the affairs of my pocketbook are or what my place is in this world I just want to watch T.V. I have been lured into this false perception of reality in thinking I have had the goggles of madness afixed onto my face I am afraid of who I am I must escape, escape, escape Springer, Seinfeld, Friends and Alf These false realities are persuasive But these persuasive realities are false I lay awake, awake I lay and toss and turn and think About laying in my bed awake. in the late night and think: "I am awake" But I so crave this insatiable spirit crushing mind drug of my monitor in space launching into a fantasy realm

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