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Poem for my Children
Written by Lee Doyle on October 7, 2008 – 1:41 pmCan I put the feelings into these words of how much you mean to me?
I’ll try my best,
But I’ll never find the words as beautiful as thee,
I’ve sat here for months and months trying to write my feelings down,
While trying to write,
And make you proud,
Without sounding like a clown,
Your my children,
and I love you to death,
and I wish I could tell you that,
All i get is these few words and page you might not see,
What I’d give for a tiny chat,
I’ve wrote so many letters to you that might not see the light of day,
But I hope you know how much I love you all,
Telling you like this is my only way,
I have so many plans, dreams, all saved up inside of my head,
But right now the only time I get to dream of these days,
is when I’m asleep in my solo bed,
I know one day it will all end,
and then times will not be so bad,
But till that day i’ll keep writing all these things down,
to remember the times so sad,
These times are so bad,
but they serve for good use,
to show whats important to me,
Its made me so strong,
Its made me a man,
Now its my children I only see,
I have wrote so many poems for my children. Most are half writen as I can never get my feelings out when I write about them. Most of the time I have to pretend that I have no children as it is my only way of coping… The times I do think about them are the times I now use as fuel to keep me going.
I wish I could get my feelings out more… But sometimes the real importent things that you love unconditionally are the hardest things to talk or write about. For this I am truly sorry to my children… I hope you do not think I am not thinking about you as I do….
Love Dad
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To your God
Written by Lee Doyle on September 25, 2008 – 4:19 pmThis will offend some people, so if challenging your religion is a weak point don’t read past this.
Should I live my life by these holy books,
Follow them line by line and in between all the nooks,
Could I really live my life by these old fashioned words,
live it day by day, not missing a line, joining gods nerds,
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These books are so old, full of murder, death, punishment, a world run by gold,
Am I meant to believe that without these books, I’ll be any worse then this person who told?
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Have you ever thought that without these books,
We would be better, stop judging people just because of their looks,
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I’ve sat down talked to many of his different followers,
They’ve guided me through his words,
Tried to answerer my questions,
Offered me forgiveness for all my sins,
But I’ve only done wrong in your eyes, not mine, he should know these things,
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There’s people fighting, killing to protect their versions name,
Bombing, torture, now even suicide, but are his books anymore humane?
There’s killing, mass murder, all in his name,
But they make these look so tame,
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He’s made to look good in all his picture books,
A white man with a smile, all the things to trick the mind, but not mine, I know his real looks,
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Am I meant to believe a man who can create everything,
He gets angry if I don’t believe in what I can’t see,
I’m sorry, its not fair, hes pathetic, if he’s really up there,
Do you expect me to believe that he would really care?
I’d rather live my life, follow my rules, learn on my own, be free,
Now just please just expect me to believe in only who I can see,


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