Angelia McKee
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The routine is the same.
Day after day, we cling to time.
There is no way out, for we were all born to die.
Gather up a routine, for this will be your lasting theme.
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I never meant to hurt, but the hurting was done.
I never meant to feel, yet feeling I am still.
I didn’t want to take, but even now, your soul walks with me.
I didn’t want to give, yet my heart you still hold.
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In time, today will seem like a dream.
In time, things will be less formidable than they seem.
In time, I'll be able to see exactly what everything means to me.
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I breathe you now, though at such a distance, I’m unsure how.
I can stand as close as possible, yet never take in your scent.
You could stink for all I know.
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Do you peer timidly from the faces of the past, allowing memories to haunt every waking moment?
Peer then, for the memories may become all that is left.
Do you mourn how freely you gave your heart, trusting there wouldn’t be an endless torment?
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As darkness surrounds me, I wish for it to be complete and total, and even more so, permanent.
As wishes go, they're never granted.
Except, maybe once, but, that's over now.
Maybe, that's why I feel this way now.
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In his eyes, I saw the way it could have been and in my heart, I suppose I knew, the way it never would be.
So, I took my heart and guarded it with all my strength.
I built up the walls as high and strong as I could.
Then I turned my soft heart into stone, the warmth, into ice.
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Angelia McKee Biography
Picturesque scenes of the hills of Kentucky come to mind, wandering aimlessly around in the abundant wooded areas, the beauty of autumn leaves turning into a plethora of color, and falling from their moorings to land softly upon the ground. The winters can be harsh, but are gentle compared to what some must endure. Spring leaps in so quickly, that on occasion, there is no warning and the only way to realize spring has arrived is the blazing blooms surrounding a person. In summer, the heat becomes rather oppressive, but can be drowned away at the many beaches, though artificially made they may be. Sandcastles and beach attire abound. There is something about this place, something that supercedes all others and in time calls for a certain amount of devotion. Something in this place fits nicely with my soul.)
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A Time Of Change
The routine is the same.
Day after day, we cling to time.
There is no way out, for we were all born to die.
Gather up a routine, for this will be your lasting theme.
Arriving from the day, you feel as if you have been here before.
Was it this day or yesterday?
Does it really matter any more?
Aren't they all the same?
So perhaps is has begun, When things are said and done.
A time of change is upon us, what can we do?
Keep things simple and neat.
Feed the children. Wash the dishes. Scrub the rug. Beat the walls.
Wash the children. Scrub the dishes. Beat the rug. Feed the walls.
Scrub the children. Beat the dishes. Feed the rug. Wash the walls.
Beat the children. Feed the dishes. Wash the rug. Scrub the walls.
How do we get out of this tedium?
Can you find salvation in the everyday medium?
Is there any way out of these four walls, this house of halls?
Can you find the door?
Is there hope anymore?
What were we doing before?
Perhaps you can find redemption in a remote location.
A time of change is upon us, what can we do?
Search harder, surely an answer will come through.
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