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William

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United States
United States
A world of words, splashed across this world of mine. Some are my stories, others witnessed through my eyes. All criss cross my heart.
September 21, 2014
 

How those old songs bring to me yesterday's memories. There is no place I rather be than right here in memory lane.

Playing those memories of yesterday. It has been so long since grandma left us to see the maker and daddy went to the heavenly gates above. Once in awhile you get to relive those memories when they were with us.

Seems like yesterday playing between the sheets hanging on the clothes line. Momma laughing at us as we played.

Grandma Elder cooking another meal for our Sunday blessing, with Elvis singing "How Great Thou Art." Daddy listening to Charlie Pride, "You got to kiss an Angel Good Morning." How I miss those memories, the music, the people so quickly gone.

Momma singi...

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September 8, 2014
 

       I will fall in love with a Oak tree
       And a wheat field from the plains of Kansas.
       I will get me a bottle of ocean air from the Florida Keys
       And a blue moon over Texas, with a song from Orleans to sing me to sleep with a tune of blues.
       I am tired of loving a foreign nation all I want is my country back.

Will York

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August 30, 2014
 

So much emphasis on beauty! To each their own:-)

Beauty for me is in the details, in the flaws, in the presence of the woman.

Beauty is in the independence of her being herself. Beauty is through her mind, intelligence of all that she knows and all that she learns. Beauty is through her simplicity of the simple ideas she brings to the people around her! Beauty is through her educated mind that brings vast ideas to the world!

Beauty is the unique traits of her. Beauty is in her curly hair and her fine thin strands. Beauty is in her glamour in whatever she shows to the world.

Beauty is in the way she is!  

There is no definition of beauty because there is no single defining quality.

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July 2, 2014
 

Always I felt you watching me. You were in the air around me. You were in the cold winter mornings. You were in the winds whistling through the trees. You were in the summer sun as I looked towards the sky. You were always with me.

I easily see your image in all that brings me happiness. Sometimes I will think of you being here. Today I am beginning to wonder if it is time to put that memory away.

Accept in the things I see. For through you I see the creation of what is and will be, no longer just memories.

Maybe it is time to let you go. For you have given me life. Life to be closer to all beauty in my world. Transparency of what was is now painted with colors of what is.

I know now ...

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July 2, 2014
 

I hear your pain because I scream it! I feel your pain because I hold it. We share the same loss and yet we are so far apart.

Dreams haunt my heaven, where you look beyond I am looking back. I search for times so simple, yet time carries me away from you.

Years go by and I try to bring them back, to cradle every lost minute I wasted not being with you.

I hear the wind whispering "you can't go back!" The rain hides my tears as I succumb to the reality that your a memory of my past.

I hear the voices of so many from my memories of so few I have of you. Time may ease the pain for some, but one thing time did not understand! It didn't understand how much a father could love his child!

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June 26, 2014
 

From my past once upon a time. Poverty gripped where I began. In time my life spiraled upward. Years ago, but still a part of me.

Every time I look for gold I find nothing but coal. They say if you stand still looking for your pride it will pass you by.

That is why I am running away from the monster that are in my dreams! Afraid to cry yet I cannot scream!

I pretend to sleep but I am wide awake watching people in this pretend world of yours and mine.

My mother thought she could escape through a bottle of booze, my dad ran from us all-in life they both lose.

That is why I am running away from the monster that are in my dreams! Afraid to cry yet I cannot scream.

He drives a black c...

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June 9, 2014
 

How I want to scream and shout that it is not fair! You were taken much too soon. The echoes of the past with its pain silences my voice. Replaces it with the anguish, sobbing of pain.

I want to see the future but the tears of today blur my vision! I want to hear your voice, the age of time has taken it from my memory.

So today I bring you flowers, I sit and reminisce who you would be today. What would you look like, what name would you give to my grandchildren.

The games we played and how you said "daddy" in such a way that it made me feel like a king. Memories bring back a smile with tears flooding back the age of times.

You were more then this concrete angel! God you were my everyt...

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June 9, 2014
 

It seems to rains when I miss you the most. You were my life, my everything that I loved! The blue skies seemed bluer, the green grass greener. Life seemed perfect, simple.. I believe sunny days were made just for you!

Today the simplicity of my life scares the doubts into my mind. It has been 17 years since you left us. Today is "that" day. My mind racing, my heart beating as if it wants to join you.

I fear the closeness to hold, touch, love, but yet I do. My mind screaming out to my heart, that soon the dark skies will open up, the burning of the rain shall scorch my earth with loneliness!

Oh how I fear to feel the loss every year. I am never satisfied with a perfect moment, waiting f...

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November 8, 2013
Quapaw, United States

A soldiers thoughts...

For I saw you sleeping, and I knew I should have followed my training. I looked at you and wondered if you were dreaming of home as I sometimes do! Do you have a wife that you hear her voice through these hellish battles!

Darkness, Light are they the same things with and without light! You and I are we the same, are you dreaming of your days as a young boy when days never ended in summer times playing! You and I are not so different! You sleep as I watch you and know I should follow through my training!

My soul awakens with the blast shattering my dreams forever! Like poetic justice I sleep only in my dreams too! I wonder who you are not what they tell me of who I ...

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August 20, 2013
 

                                        WHY

WHY- was the question she so often asked? A game between a daughter and father as they laid on their backs in the grass. The questions so innocent from a four year old. WHY is the grass green daddy? I would answer because God knew you wanted it to be that color, and he loved you so much he made it green. Why is the sky blue daddy? I would answer because God knew you wanted it to be that color, and he loved you so much he made it blue.

The questions came about different things, the rainbow, the clouds, water, puppy dogs, kitty cats. The answer was all the same. Somehow she knew. WHY equals LOVE.  I sit and think about those times, oh they seem ...

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August 6, 2013
 

I Am History

Walk a walk in my boots, history is my name. You will see glory, fame and unfortunately shame. Men rose against evil fought battles from every land. Men and women created ideas when others shook their heads and just could not understand.

We fought out brothers in the motherland, freedom of taxation and freedom from a King. We now started as our own nation, many wondered what shall it bring. Towns turned into cities, kings into committees.

We grew apart and held other men’s hands in shackles and cuffs. A whip laid down onto his skin, I closed my eyes oh not to forget this time, but to never allow it again. It pained me to see brother against brother, this was a war that ...

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August 5, 2013
 

WinterLand

Winter across the land, blankets the pasture ground. Tracks in the snow what could it be? The red birds perched high in the trees. Winter brings a different voice that has no demands, as if it is saying to sleep, sleep softly to all the lands.

So barren with out life I once thought. How could you bear to look forward to the snow even the first frost. As I aged beauty became not what I see, but the winter spirit within me.

It is without haste to say I wish the winter upon us, but at times I seek its wintery face. To bring back the mirror of my youth. Where I lost this beauty of winter thinking of it as a path to no use.

Ahh I greet my old friend Winter with such deligh...

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August 4, 2013
 

The American Indian

For time is shown in his eyes, history be told through his lies. This man brought and broke a nation of spirit and took away their land in disguise.

For he called it the soverignty for all. The American Indian had their awakening call. From the Apaches to the Cherokees, the Sioux and Seminoles. They would eventually fall.

The Trail of Tears, relocation and movement of a proud people
he said, a name given by his lies. Cherokee, Muscogee (Creek), Seminole, Chickasaw, and Choctaw and that is not all.

Many Native Americans suffered from starvation to their destinations. Many died, 60,000 all in told. In this story
you will find everything you never do see. Sad ...

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August 4, 2013
 

A Cowboy Is His Name

He rides not for the story told
He rides not for the buckle of gold
He rides not for glory or fame
He rides because it's in his blood
a Cowboy is his name.

He is ridin tonight, no matter what
hurtin and in pain. This is where he
gets his check, ride for eight seconds
he gave his best, ain't no shame cowboy
is his name.

Maybe next town, next rodeo, he will put on
that 8 second show, crowd will go wild and he
then will surely know ain't no shame for the man
a COWBOY is his name.

Will York

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