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sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk
Aug 07, 2009 ⭐ See this poem's read count — a supporter feature

( FINE DAY TO DIE )

                                                                                  A picture in my mind.

                                                                                     A bullet in my head,
                                                                                       soon to be dead.
                                                                          I  wonder who will manage the farm.

                                                                                      The mud of this hole,
                                                                                becomes warmth to my soul.

                                                                                                A place to try,
                                                                                              my place to die.
                                                                                  This ground belongs to me.

                                                                                           I have my cover,
                                                                                      It sits on a hill not far,
                                                                                          not far from me.

                                                                                        A rose I wish to see.

                                                                                      Good morning my love,
                                                                                                from above.

                                                                                                    It's me
                                                                                                     It's me.

                                                                                                                                                                       SAKKK.

 

— sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk, Aug 07, 2009

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sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

16 years 11 months ago

Re. Out of respect

Cassie-44. I smile at the gray you keep as the poetry you reflected upon is when I look at it a dead zone. You are correct in your thinking that I would keep the last for myself. Yet as to the truth of the poem my friend I did not wish to take my life as the cover I placed was in sight. For the simple reason that a fool would look to it and give me just one mor shot. After reading it agian I think you are correct as I saw my life pass by as I by chance would take it myself. Thanks my friend as you alone open my eyes to the reason I wrote the poem. See ya on the flip side of life and be well. Steven A. Kacer
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sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

16 years 10 months ago

Re. friend.

Cassie. Try this to place a little red to your dark lips. A swept color of yellow to your cover of your eyes. My shop burned down on fryday morning. The insurance is a joke they will pay not even a third of the what it will cost for even my tools. Nothing for the building. My wife has came down with a lung infection and just the meds were 700 to start not counting the cost of the doctors. Yet I smile and say what the heck I will make it through. Steven A. Kacer
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W.C.Wampler

16 years 11 months ago

...fine day...poem

S.A.K., Finally I come back and read your latest poem. It is beautiful. Your style is simple magic of your truth. You live in your words, lined up for others to feel. And your phrases come on strong, as unforgetable moments. I enjoy reading the works of your mind. wcw
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sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

16 years 10 months ago

RE,

Mr. Wampler. Perhaps I'm wrong friend. Yet I thought in my mind that you walked into the dark alone and well what is and what was becomes the same thing. If you understand my speach then fine and if you are to wonder then that is even better. I guess I should explain myself. I go on a jurney myself come the month of October. To see my father. I have little money so on a shoe string I will go yet if I chose not to I think I would regret it as by chance as life would be to play and perhaps the last time I can see him alive. I laugh to myself as he always held a open door rule. That is if you need a place you are welcome to come home. Yet I never did that and left at the age of fifteen. Thinking back as a redneck my fathers soldier and just me. Good luck friend and live your life as well as you can as I will try to do the same. Steven A. Kacer
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W.C.Wampler

16 years 10 months ago

A fine day...poem

S.A.K., I just read about your days. Friday. Etc., Contact me in private mssg. Maybe I can help. wcw
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sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

16 years 8 months ago

Re

W.C. Just thinking as I read your latest poem. I ponder the world from time to time and yes am guilty of disrespect of life itself. Yet as I have never benn given money. I was given my soul my life and my mind each intertwined. All I can say is thanks for the offer as I must say no to help. I laugh and well if we are to meet and you find a bum at your feet he my friend will never be Steven A. Never change my friend Good luck and Gods speed. Steven A. Kacer
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W.C.Wampler

16 years 8 months ago

A Fine Day...poem and comment

S.A.K., Welcome back, I like this poem even more in review. I hope things are Ok in your world. Info; In spite of my good fortune of being raised well, I spent many years being quite selfish, and throwing away vast amounts of material and spiritual resources. Now I try to give when I can, in my poetry for the world, and even out of my pocket for friends or associates that I think might do the same if the boot was on the other foot. Have goodness....wcw
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sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

16 years 8 months ago

Nothing special

WC. I can say only thanks for the words you place as they have held my gray. I do however hold my life as a thing wrong or right. No matter as I choose my way on this path we all take. So what the heck a hug from one man to another. Good luck my friend with a soul I love you for just you yourself and the person you will always be. Just by chance you will understand. I my friend of words well placed will always be just me. If I had my choice I would pack my camo bag and walk to the hills. Yet life I find is not that easy as others I need to take care of. So for now I will just bite my toung and suck it up. Life my friend can and will be just that. A question to ponder and a reaction to wonder and a thought he made in a split decision. Well if that is not a reflection then I have found my soul. Good luck my friend as you will and do understand that the day is just what you make of it. Steven A. Kacer
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BrightEyed

16 years 1 month ago

:)

your style is so different from mine but i enjoy reading none the less :) your friend, bright eyed

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