tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73869531686819653582024-03-08T10:30:19.738-08:00Bratezg-Emotionsbratezghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12714762025417948114noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386953168681965358.post-22495908597861151522012-06-25T10:22:00.000-07:002014-10-08T10:48:39.086-07:00They Call Me Seasons<div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed">
They Call Me Seasons <br />
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They call me Seasons </div>
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I'm so moody blue </div>
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A spring time dreamer with dreams </div>
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My expression, a winter day</div>
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Icey, quite cold</div>
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They call me Seasons</div>
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The girl with a summer smile </div>
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bratezghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12714762025417948114noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386953168681965358.post-42955459611954287712012-06-25T10:16:00.002-07:002014-10-08T10:47:49.024-07:00FOOLISH FLY<div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" id="id_4fe89c3309bcd8a75422846">
FOOLISH FLY <br />
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Heart similar to the foolish fly <br />
Caught up within a web <br />
Deception the detour sign <br />
Disguised and you are misled <br />
Grasping stolen moments <br />
Memories borrowed from time <br />
When love deceives <br />
<span class="text_exposed_hide">...</span><span class="text_exposed_show"> It rose colors truth, <br /> and eyes grow blind <br /> Having a need to belong <br /> Unable to view the forest from the trees <br /> Deception entwines reality with a fantasy <br /> Losing ability to decipher reasons from a lie <br /> A victim of emotions <br /> That allows a heart to fantasize <br /> Entangled by the web of hunger <br /> He is not searching for a mate <br /> Foolish fly you are just diner On the spider’s plate. <br /> <br /> @ copyright 111301800ISDN GildaMcPerry</span></div>
bratezghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12714762025417948114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386953168681965358.post-81999081312813741002012-06-25T10:15:00.000-07:002019-09-15T15:27:29.969-07:00The Need To Belong<div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" id="id_4fe89c330995b4b92288517">
THE NEED TO BELONG <br />
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When you don't belong to anyone but yourself<br />
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Life can seem so cold without a tenderness <br />
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You choose not the fate of loneliness <br />
<span class="text_exposed_hide">...</span><span class="text_exposed_show"> yet you find yourself alone <br /> <br /> With a dream and the need to belong <br /> Time fills its hours with such emptiness <br /> Your face wears a frown <br /> but, there is a place for happiness <br /> With the hope of tomorrow <br /> strength is gained to survive today <br /> Though with every minute that passes <br /> in your eyes are tears <br /> you can not wipe away <br /> When friends come to visit you pretend with a smile <br /> Laughing and you joke <br /> but you still feel alone <br /> even in the crowd <br /> <br /> Not belonging to anyone but yourself <br /> <br /> Life can feel so cold without some tenderness <br /> <br /> You choose not the fate of loneliness <br /> yet, you find yourself alone <br /> <br /> With a dream <br /> and <br /> "The Need To Belong." <br /> <br /> @ Copyright 42091974ISDN Gilda-Mc-Perry Aka bratezg</span></div>
bratezghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12714762025417948114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386953168681965358.post-58181584335044044052012-06-25T10:11:00.002-07:002012-06-25T10:11:33.094-07:00Sometimes<div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" id="id_4fe89a393500c3e83467774">
"SOMETIMES" by Bratezg<br /> <br /> Sometimes as we feel hurt<br /> our hearts seem to explode<br /> can not carry the burden<br /> sometimes pain is a heavy load<br /> Sometimes eyes become a dam<br /> over filling from the rain<br /> Sometimes we must cry out<br /> find strength to out live shame<br /><span class="text_exposed_hide">...</span><span class="text_exposed_show"> Happiness we try to keep up<br /> in fear we may fall earth bound<br /> Sometimes in masquerade<br /> smiles will hide a frown<br /> Given time wounds shall heal<br /> as we find another<br /> and the need again to belong<br /> Though stricken with grief<br /> Sometimes we must forget<br /> for life does go on.<br /> <br /> @ copyright 06201979ISDN GildaMcPerry</span></div>bratezghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12714762025417948114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386953168681965358.post-1473781677425718332012-06-25T10:07:00.003-07:002012-06-25T10:07:16.138-07:00A Woman<div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed">
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<br />Within a woman there may be at times feelings she does not understand and emotions she can't help but feel<br /> There are times when she can not decider fantasy from what is real<br /> Often thoughts she may hide for there is a need<br /> to hold on to her pride<br /> With ideas constantly expanding wide about they seem to turn<br /> as if they were a tide<br /> You may find in a woman dedication with great dete<span class="text_exposed_hide">...</span><span class="text_exposed_show">rmination<br /> She may show this giving no warning nor indication<br /> Building up inside her are mental fears<br /> Secretly you may find her bound in un-wishful tears<br /> In her head are always bright and successful notions<br /> that can't be kept still, for her mind is constantly in motion<br /> In a woman there is this need to belong<br /> a craving that may seem at times so unreal<br /> For<br /> She is only a woman and she has a need to love a man.</span></div>
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<br /><br /> </div>bratezghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12714762025417948114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386953168681965358.post-4149846914192033272012-05-08T15:49:00.000-07:002012-05-08T15:49:04.265-07:00A Lover's PrayerGod; Grant me strength <br />to endure the battle called life <br />the will power to go on <br />If I fall short of myself<br />let me survive the feelings I own<br />the pain I may have felt<br />Be a guiding star<br />that I may not be led astray<br />be my memories <br />should I choose to forget our yesterdays<br />Help me to be what I am<br />A Woman<br />bestow upon me knowledge to understand<br /> to respect my mate for what he is <br />A Man....<br /><br />copyright GildaLMcPerry 1977 aka bratezgbratezghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12714762025417948114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386953168681965358.post-61266193517290258152012-05-08T15:46:00.000-07:002019-09-15T16:34:41.804-07:00Lovers Can Become Strangers AgainSometimes the distance in a room can seem like a mile,<br />
making it impossible to cross over to the other side.<br />
Between are hills and mountains one has lost strength to climb.<br />
Strength was the past called yesterday,<br />
left is a ladder of memories only leading astray. <br />
In the corners of the room we sit, at each, we stare <br />
not knowing what to say. <br />
Questions grow as time passes, <br />
Un-answered are the thoughts <br />
How the circle keeps on turning,<br />
Looking back on the life we once knew as friends, <br />
The same love warming my heart now burns,<br />
Even lovers can become strangers again...<br />
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