Phillip Alan Green

Life seems so empty,
Without the chitter-chatter in the background,
Bed lies cold as your eyes,
As I creep within the house that has no sound.
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I sit in isolation,
Upon this woody hill,
Darkness, my clothes surround me,
The heavens are my will.
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My life is like a river, that flows with gentle ease,
Always there, ever present, an object placed to please,
To drink cool refreshing water, to wash and set you free,
To ease your mind and body, to bathe and just to be.
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**Origional poem was written in Mandarin and put through an on-line translator. The result is very interesting**


We all are lonely and floating people in this modern city.
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By day, I smile,
At life as it passes by,
Ignoring all the chatter,
Feeling inside that life, just doesn't matter,
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‘I am dead.’ This echo races through my mind,
Breathing deeply I await the feelings,
The shadows of my life come forth.
As I stand beneath the entrance of the ring.
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Her lips once fresh and long and wide,
But underneath she hid the lies,
I didn't know then of her cheating crime,
The smile that lied a thousand times.
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Don't make the same mistake,
You made with me before,
Don't say that you still love me,
As I know what lies are for.
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Always late for eyes to look at fresh trouble,
Throat dry from repetitive thinking,
Good evening to Sir and Madam,
But coudn't give a damn for those repetitive drinkers.
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Broken Daddy, are you broken? My angel said to me,
Tears that flowed from my mask, as she sat upon my knee.

I'll fix you Daddy, I will I will, just you wait and see,
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Upon the empty ocean,
Across the empty sea,
A little man treads water,
That little man is me.
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A glove upon a wall,
Quietly it remains,
For a passing child,
So innocent and small.
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Unborn love develops inside,
A mind that cannot see,
The redness of cocoon comfort,
Warmth that sets us free.
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To live my life as she would bade,
Throw down my weapons, to be her slave,
Shackle me to set her free,
All your dreams to be obeyed,
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Rain on the window pane, reminds me of you,
Of an endless day and sleepless night,
Is the memory I spent with you,
Your sweet caress and strength of spirit,
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I stand upon the ledge of love,
Felling lost, forgotton, high above,
Feel the fear I look down so deep,
And seek the courage to make this leap.
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When I open up the pages,
Of my life which makes this book,
I turn the page to the very end,
Hold my breath and take a look.
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At first my love, begins so small,
Slow at pace, with beating heart,
With sustenance, like love will grow,
Waiting for it's life to start.
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Serenity lives this peaceful morning,
The sighing of the wind through the trees,
Communicating thoughts and feelings, fortunes,
On the breath of the breeze.
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