Ron Pate

Our lives enslaved to predetermined courses of events, all leading to our conceived future. The natural order held by many as fate deciding how we meet, and how we love. It's born within our hearts and is our very soul..
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Bitter silence, words of few
Lips sealed, never parting in view
Sweet pallets frozen in time
Heart in disarray until morn's dew
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-Bugles sound charge and the drum plays, as pillows of white smoke unfolded while soldiers marched forward that early day. Rank and file were soon to fall, covered in
a blanket of blood red.
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- Through the stratocumulus covered crystal blue.

-  Standing neath the midday sun shining high, so shall you.
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   When I close my eyes and begin to dream into the night it seems; I drift away and travel back in time, to a place with disfigured faces haunt me, draining me and stealing my time.
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    Each time the wind ruffles the leaves in the trees outside and a distant bird sings, I see your face and hear your name.

  As each day begins it's all I can do, to cope with your enduring farewell.

When the night sky appears I find 
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 In a darkened place he lies back and dreams.  If he could go back in time, he capture the love lost so many years ago.  He'd prove once and for all he has a heart.
 Where once stood a man, now stands a shell.  Broken down from within and it's so hard to tell, cause he plays the part.....so well.  
  He can't capture her love and all he can do is stand back and watch as his whole world falls apart.  
  And in the end as his eyes grow dim; she'll run through his mind one final time.  He says, 'mark this day' I carry her love with me anyway..
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 As your eyes burn, from a fire deep within, sadness overwhelms your soul and refuses to let forgiveness in, and a Ocean of tears washes away your resistance, so you may try once again. 

Crashing against the jagged rocks of Life's shore, receding momentarily and then returning, until the hands of time moves healing your soul.
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   As the sun sets one last time for a dear friend, let my honor to him be a celebration of life, instead of a mournful goodbye.  A friend distinguishing himself amongst men and his difference set the example for so many to follow.  
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  As a premature spring rain is born to an early March wind, a heavy heart carries unfulfilled dreams within my soul.  
  Rain falls steadily never to cease or console, as if only to circumvent my actions for a short while, contorting and adding more difficulty as the March wind howls and blows.
  The mind wanders and reaches for a tiny fragment of youth as wrought iron rusts and a March wind swirls paying tribute to the Ode to the old.
   Nearby trees yield to and fro, struggling to stand tall as the unforgiving wrath carries on.  
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   Seeking shelter from an incoming storm I ran across an old shanty, sitting well off the beaten path.   Glancing at the threatening sky I quickened my pace as the rain drops began to sting my skin in the cool September wind.  Upon reaching the door and stepping in, a warm feeling surrounded me and
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    Fire born from smoke rises upward engulfing the desire within reluctant souls.  Leaping from the shadows grasping one's heart.  A heart that begs to be held and kept from harm.
    Words of no relevance hammer down as rain falls eroding timid barriers built on a battered coast soon to fail, flooding is immanent to the uneasy.
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  Let the words I place upon the page say what I never said.  The words fall like sweet rain explaining what I never could express.  My words pour down erasing all the hurt I fell unto you.  
  Accept the words as my sentiment and know they are what I couldn't say when you needed them most.  
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   Raven of one beckoning at the earliest of eve takes perch upon the black coal seam, disappearing into it's hollows, watching me  as the days light falls to the shadows.  
   What significance brings you guardian of the dead?  Does your piercing stares bring of bad news and despair, or is my soul lost and you're here to collect the fare?  
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  Oceans flow the purest blue, her tiny eyes crystal blue, so bright and blue as she wakes along side the morning dew.  
   No lies, only the truth is revealed with her tiny pools of blue.  
   With a single glance a heart imperiled, melts as she flashes her tiny blues.  
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Autumn holds our eyes captive, for a few short months and what a grand time, the most beautiful time of the year.
  
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When I go home- Succumbing to a timeless sleep, remember I'm with you even as I slumber.  Remember the tender kisses you left on my cheek, the kisses may fade, but their love has turned to sweet sugar and streams down my face.
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Evenfall secures the end of our light and welcomes our darkness with a special glow and sets the stage for night.  The transition is slow, but sure and invites creatures of the night to appear, opening their eyes with a fiery red glow...
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In a cold dark place, maybe a bar, maybe a hotel room, or even a church pew; battle scars tell the tale of our hearts war and the scars we need to keep hidden from view.   Deep wounds and old scars are very prominent thru time depicting our hearts conquests throughout our lives..
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Each of us choose our path.  A path hinged on a revolving door.  A door powered by our faith and determination in each of our hearts.
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