alex sarich

A day in the life of a Rose
arousing Spring with divine fragrance
guiding an elegant silky slender stem
through surrounding blankets of green flesh
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With each day passing
endless thoughts arrived
I walk away and dream
that they have survived
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I would like to translate

my mind of mangled mess
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We have been wed 30 years together
feels we have known each other forever
celebrating all our happiness
the toasting of lasting togetherness.
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We see our life through an open door
the truth can be contagious
our defence is pervious
as honest human beings
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I walked into a dark corridor
of an ageing time past
faded when I greeted slumber.
A nightmare scorned
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Farewell our Son
he is safe now
a path for him is cleared.
his flesh no longer feel
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I'm 70 years old
so I've been told
I feel I've grown
with life now I own
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Life can be valued through fate
A ride through roads at the top of life
Unbalanced, causing chaotic strife
Full of relentless despair
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A pencil I can be
rough on the edges
they sharpen me
left on the ledges
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One says, one thinks, but who knows? ,
who cares? , charisma glows
historians, journalists, and friends
opinions divided, dictum's and trends
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In a life
he is the absence of life,
death is meaningless
we give enough,
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Laugh so the world can laugh with you
cry and you cry alone
you take out of life what you put in
sorrow walks before you
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A calm subsides within my shell
sober in mind though still in hell
senses yearn attentive sort
feelings nurtured thoughts abort.
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A stigma it carries (mental health)
discriminating against all
emotions in society, sending
them to hell and back, but through
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Let the rain roll down the face
Hiding tears of sadness for
Our grief will come to us
Without even asking, playing
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You pillaged my mind, how did this start
you syphoned my blood, dry from my heart
you desecrated my soul
and left me in a black hole.
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Tattoo my mind to the wall
follow the footsteps of fear
trekking thoughts through fostered
mapped motorways of congestion
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I'm making an application to a life of safety
with markers storing my emotions in cupboards
moods in separate draws, pleasant and unpleasant
in the corner of crowded cobwebs in a pile
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Brother, I don't know how I'd cope in life

without you, this world and all the strife
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