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When I was in LA 1999 I met many new friends who I had the chance to meet again this year, and so life goes next year again. I saw this poems framed at a wall in Robert's place and whenever I'm thoughtful I think at it and am full of enlighting memories about Malibu and LA. There is so much passion in it - so I asked my friend if I could publish it and to my joy he said "yes". So here it is... enjoy.
Please note do not reproduce it or use it on other sides without
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must try to keep alive, that precious hunger upon which I thrive. The ageless beauty in love of man, the thrill of life, that one brief span. |
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Now
I'll seek virtues proven thru time;
still I'll learn to fall and I'll strive to climb. I'll take the good and make it mine, for my cup is filled with life not wine. |
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The
cutting beauty blows of innuendoes
when given birth to hurt the fold. Are unleashed thru vile crescendoes from a very hateful heart that's cold. |
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I
shall not fight this evil weakness
with the eye for eye cliche. NO! I'll ignore its ugly venom and turn my thoughts another way. |
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hypocracy must grow, then let it harm the ones who show. They neet this weakling's crutch to fight the right they fear so much. |
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Now
in expression there is mood
so let it be my daily food. For in its realm I do confess and find my world of tenderness. |
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It's
a thing aside from wars and strife,
like a new approach to the tired life. The needing man might well decide to share those things he has inside. |
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The
master pen when deft applied
can resurrect a mood that's died; Can bring to life the printed page to withstand the test of age. |
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how to build a heart that's strong to do what's right, to change what's wrong; Now these are things that I must find, before I leave this life behind. |
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I
must give vent this passion now,
and I pray it does some good somehow. Perhaps just one who share my need will give me love and take my heed. |
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And
still perchance these things I feel
are real unjust or just unreal. But as I live and as I breathe I'll try my way before I leave. |
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written
by Robert Colbert
- a dear friend from LA |
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