Jorge Loera
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Sometimes I chase a poet in my concentrated dreams,
Running far behind him I see him dropping things;
One which caught my eye, a flashy diamond ring.
Berly got a glimpse for it wasn't braud daylight,
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Time by time we're close to death
In a matter of seconds before your breath
We try to avoid it, but there is no way
Just prayers to god is all we can say.
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Where I'll turn I will end in, far from where I started but begginings will begin. No matter where I am, alone or surrounded I will stand, with my heart as a wrist band, worned, seened, touched; but it won't hit land. Away from all the turns gone wrong, it's time to prove what I have learned. Dearest to my loved ones that threw me back where I could of wised and then growned. Well is up to me now, here comes now and then some. The long road awaits me, don't know how I'll travel but the ends will meet.
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Friends come and go, just how the dark falls
then how sunrise glows.
Some friends are like stars, that seem to
always be there, and some like
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As I dance in the rain,
I let flow my inner pain.
As I dance thru the smoke,
I fill my lungs with words
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I am an inspiring Poet that bursts from the night of the bedroom floor, not letting any thought slip thru the crack of the door.)
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Diamond In A Poet
Sometimes I chase a poet in my concentrated dreams,
Running far behind him I see him dropping things;
One which caught my eye, a flashy diamond ring.
Berly got a glimpse for it wasn't braud daylight,
Once more in my dreams he shadowed in the night.
Walking back to that same spot and hopes to find the
gorgeous ring, found at last, half the night lingering.
I'm over joyed to have it holding and give a
little sigh of laughter, seconds to that moment
all my joy is plastered. For I cannot seem to
bare that it's me I'm chasing after. I stood
in disbelief for this ring belongs to me, I couldn't
clear my head while this ring is all I see.
Now rising many questions, dont't know if right or wrong;
I asked myself, 'or is it me I'm running from? '
Oh how I wished this ring can speak, for the diamond
holds my truths the poet cannot keep. So why do I
keep chasing, but never come to meet? , well that
poet in my dreams, you see; it's me.
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