Jim Farr

I wish I could dance or sing
But those talents were never given to me
To express myself in a song
Is something I will never know
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a summer breeze
cool and dry it rolls by
relief from summer skies
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My life has become a doorstep
For everyone else’s hopes and dreams
Steadfast, forever holding
To be walked over
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Jealousy
Is eating a hole inside of me
It’s a feeling I don’t need
An emotion I will not feed
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the night air is cold
your muscles ache
mouth is dry
stomach turning
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I think I need a coffee break
just to get away from this day
I woke up to early
fell asleep far to late
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If the sun refused to shine
we could live forever in tonight
no longer constrained by time
Imagine the things we'd see
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Forgive my inexperience
And lack of eloquence
I’ve never done this before…
Could we slow this down
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When I was young
The world was simple
Problems had solutions
I could hear God’s voice
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You want me to write about you
A poem about all the things that make you beautiful
Darling that’s harder than it sounds
Like appreciating the colors of a painting
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This day, has left me restless
Laying beneath the endless sky
Left me feeling empty inside
It’s not the first time
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Father who am I
Or who are you for that matter
I’ve yet to see your face
Or hear a sound you’ve directed my way
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It sometimes pains me
That no one before me
Saw you for what you are
Surly I am the benefactor of that
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When we fight
I just can't feel alright
It keeps me up all night
No sleep before morning’s light
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you are the sculptor
and I am the clay
you formed me
into the likeness you desired
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Fate, is too erratic for my tastes
to say that life, stands by
for some plan long ago conceived
it seems far to easy
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From long ago
Memories now calling forth
Bring lessons lost in time
Reminding of past dreams
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My mind; is not confined
To space and time
It sometimes flies away
Far from this time and place
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The truth is; that
i don't know if I could stand
to live a day without you
and I don't know what I would do
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I find Nature dull, and emotionless
while some write poems about the colors of a flower
I find such work mundane
although a rose may be bright
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