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The Reward For Persistence

I used to walk away
when people say
that my goal is unreachable,
that it's impossible
but it making me miserable
for not facing the trial.

So I spent my time,wondering
what lies beyond the mountains
and I can't stop staring
when the wise has spoken,
telling me that I shoun't hesitate
and let others dictate my actions.

Sometimes to embrace destiny,
one must leave life's comfort
and seek the meaning of harmony
in a different perception..

Tired of letting myself down,
I lift myself off the ground
to face my fear of heights,
surprised to find delight
I pushed myself to climb,
striving hard against time.

When I reached its peak,
I felt weary but pleased
to see the beauty of the land,
setting my heart at ease
as it spread before my eyes
revealed to me at sunrise.

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I remember people throwing my crap away
too heavy too lug move and keep
my record player in the snow
but they gave me other things
like warm clothes
and sharpen my ideals
record players cant help you
think or keep you warm
when your own the hauling ass
down a trail...
I didnt do nam....haunted by it
from the news we had to watch
over and over as kids from parents
we saw the boys and men come
back though..arrive in ontario
to avoid going back
had enough of america they did
made their money and moved
grooved north

met many over the years working
as sales for woodstoves
chimney sweep...block labourer
telephone hydro pole labourer
put inner...
on wealthy area of province full
of full blown whermact soldiers
from world war two whom were
so happy to get the old poles
we pulled up...(those guys blue
Canadian tire tarps were all
tidy and organized..those guys
were all in top shape) canadian
soldiers were fat..careful though
and their tarps were not as
well tended but they had em..
crazy..
ex soldiers....

I lost everything..family turned on me
my kid got taken by the old lady
I had no money to fight for custody
etc...was starving that winter..
coldest winter for a long time
but I survived
and I was still writing poetry
when they come up too you and
take everything and shove u out..
poetry changed like that....
for me...

shit got real...

met others from bosnia
vietnam..people
happy ...others got machine
gunned them before they
got the boats.
went too high school with
them...

hungarian whom liked my
aviator jacket..rich man
said he as a kid watched
a family across from his
house jump in a fresh
bomb crater thinking
yah...odds another bomb
will land are slim
he watched them blow
up..
but he was a survivor
happy to tell me his
tale...
I remember his burgundy
cadillac
he was happy to have
busted his nut
and clung too his dream
keep true too what you
believe in no matter
even if you change
I did...i change
but I had too just
refit my hope and belief
and faith
like now

I like your writing
it has a sunny feel to it
despite the dark
...

thank U

for the visit, the read and the comment.

Alid

author comment

He truly was one...
I cannot say whom or where he came from
still delicate intel
...
but I know what its like to be stripped
of everything
and I still dream of everything
and I watch people whom are bright
and built everything
seeing the small glimmers
of happiness

take it for what its worth
our moments

empires all crumble
cities all rust

the journey and its small moments
of Love...joy enlightenment
are worthy of all the struggle
to be bitter and close the door
against all....
I did this
and I had to turn my door
open
giving away
what I thought was mine
Life given too me is
a gift
hoarding
being god like is not
what was intended
and God did not intend
for me to be unhappy

its there
from the most random
places
but only when I give
in...

your writing is hope filled
thank U

you're most welcome.

Alid

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