Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Some Poems


Memory
David S. Nicholson Jan 21, 2012

I thought of you today, but that is nothing new.
I thought about you yesterday and days before that too.
I think of you in silence, I often speak your name.
All I have are memories and a picture in a frame.
Your memory is a keepsake, from which I'll never part.
God has you in his arms.
I have you in my heart.

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That Place I Dare Not Go.
David S. Nicholson - November 27, 2011

Take me to that place I dare not go.
Take me to hell and raise me to heaven.
Blood dripping and leather stinging you talk to me so deeply.
In the hands of a mad woman or in the hands of a blessed angle?
I will submit to you and I will follow the dark light of my heart.
Take me to that place I dare not go.
Sin is only a word when you’re in my arms.
Tainted with the violence of your strong mind I run from what I must not turn from.
You are evil and you have shown me my soul turned inside out.
Yet I would give so much on a day like this to let you in.
There is however a calling in the depths of dark passion.
There is a feeling of a hand that leads me from you.
I must follow him and I must submit my will and my life.
You have no more power on me than a passing thought.
I am his and she is no more.

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There Are No Words
David S. Nicholson - Jan 12 2012

Saw Mom today. There are no words to describe how I feel.
There is no reference point I can go from.
The shock of seeing her in such a mental state is almost more than I can take.
I am shaking and want to scream. I am truly in sock.
She is so delusional and so confused.
She tells me things happened to her I know can not have happened.
I want to scream, "GOD HOW COULD YOU ALLOW THIS"?
My world is crushed and all I knew has changed.
What can I say? There are no words...

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When You Pass
David S. Nicholson - Jan 19 2012

You may have more money than anyone else. You may have the admiration of millions of people. You may be able to get what you want with a word; anything you want is yours. But in those last few moments, you have nothing and you are alone. You pass and nothing comes with you. You pass and you become nothingness.

You have nothing but your faith. More people hate you than will talk to you. You don’t know where your next meal is. You are cold in the night. But in those last few moments, you have everything and you are not alone. You pass and you see the glory of eternal peace. You pass and are with those gone before you and you know his glory.

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