Poetry? ?

Where does the rain come from..
Why does it have to fall?

I miss the warmth of the sun on my face...
I miss the blue of the sky...

Where does the rain come from?
Why does if all on me?

I miss feeling someones arms around me...
I miss knowing someone cares...

Where does the rain come from?
Why wont it just let me be?

I miss the laughter and joy in my life...
I miss feeling that everything is alright...

Where does the rain come from?
Why does if never stop?

MR'08

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I woke up one morning
Just to realize

Everything I believed in
As a child,

Was not only
My imagination,

But a complete waste
of time.

Melting Popsicles on
A hot summer day,

Kites high in the sky
blowing in the wind.

Puppies and kittens nipping
at my heels.

Some things can only be enjoyed
as a child.

I woke up one morning
put on my suit..

Drove to a job that
I hate.

Is this what happiness is
supposed to be?

A paycheck that never
seems to be enough..

So far in debt my children
will be broke.

Why cant we go back to
Popsicles and kites?

Why must everything be
so difficult?

I woke up one morning
and realized...

This is how it
MUST BE.

MR'08
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L-O-V-E
an emotion we have been programmed to need?

With our without provocation..
Is is something we think we must feel...

Why is this?
Is it something that has filled generations?

Or something that left a hole in all of us?
Something we have tried to fill with our idea of love?

Something that babies come into this world needing,
And old people die never feeling?

What is it about love that seems to bridge gaps?
In age... race... language?

Without it, would we really be an less off?
Or is it the very thing that holds us together?

Like an internal glue, poured into our very souls...
L-O-V-E?

Where did it come from?
Why do I feel I need it in my life?

MR'09