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Neil Mcpake May 18
In the mist of time I hope our souls meet each other when we die. Floating in the seas of equality. Your love keeps me away from the pits of misery. While I Past the truth there were no lies. Without you my life's never the same. Through happiness and pain. Your love is easy to find because your always on my mind. Yes my darling I'll love you till the end of time.
Happyness and pain is about true love and the quest to keep it.
Neil Mcpake May 18
She dulled my senses and she freed my mind. With words of wisdom as we loved each other through time. Longing for our ****** desires as our hearts raged with fire. Through cities and towns as are lives were so profound with boundless love. That mapped out our emotions through the stars. Without torture and hate past sunshine and rain. In the future, past and present my love for thy will never change. Even on angel wings as we fly past sin knowing those deviled souls will never win.
This poem signifies my struggle between love and hate.
Neil Mcpake May 18
There was no spirit dropped as the sunshine glowed before I moured. In the mirror looking back at me I could see a ghostly figure with a fevered brow. The sight I saw was of my father so cold lying so still. If only I could of seen him take his last breathe. Maybe his soul could of stayed a while and I might of  prevented his death. That's was wishful thinking of broken dreams leaving your descendants longing for more. Father, father never forgotten as I woke up on a drunken night brawl. Stil intoxicated then I couldn't walk so I crawled. As I sat on limestone steps even eleven years on its still tough to except your dead. I know you cast no shadow in my heart of hearts there I would of stayed lonely in the shallows if weren't for my wife. Authentic and genuine for all of his memories live on as she calms my rage soothing my mind through thunder and rain. Dad how can there be thoughtful celebrations without so many kind words spoken. Knowing even the strongest of us gets tense. With love from my wife it will always make sense. In worst weathers these memories are never lost. If I didn't have a clue I would be puzzled, perplexed and bemused to mysteries that never bring. Baffled in a world of pure emotions with worldy trade your foot prints to me will never fade. In different places with hidden faces to ashamed. How horrific they treated other races in history. We should never forget the pain and misery this has caused them in this world for there should never have be any slaves. So all of man kind can you promise me one thing I don't wanna hear any more lies. When the tide turns washing over the sands. With **** back whales free from fishing lines. Maybe one day there be helping me and my granddaughter Alana Rose. To show all of my nieces and brothers. Where scorpions roam there were no roads. Leaving behind no poison bones for that was never my home. Now preoccupied in deep thought but never misplaced on land and sea. As I m never in disbelief what my eyes never seen. With lessons to teach us all as we be hold god's grand designs. I miss and love you my father rest in peace.
This poem was written about the struggles I had losing my dad from cancer.  The goodness in my life mixed with the horrible history this world has to offer.
Neil Mcpake May 17
Calmness is a breeze that can surround our sins for if we lose we surely won't win. As death finds it's own formidable path I shall weep not laugh. When time moves so fast one day my future will be a distant past. While we ride the  storms of indecisions what makes us wise is the experiences in our lives and the choices we make. Each morning I use to wake up and look out my window to see the sunrise while gazing at a solement sky. As I thought to myself what will I see when I die. The tides will turn woe be the hearts of every woman, man and child so please lord. Let it be replaced with just love.
My poem is about some of my life. While exploring my different emotions in god grand designs.
Neil Mcpake May 17
Do you remember putting down your jumper and top as goal posts on a windy day then it starts to rain, because I do. While you looked up at a cloudy sky without a care in the world and every football pitch from far looked the same, because I do. When you didn't have enough money to buy shin pads and every tackle and kick you felt the pain, because I do. There's was no shame when you played lame. As the opposition scored and you were the only one they blamed. Because you were to injured to train, because I do. Even if you turned professional and you found fame just for the game, just for the love, grass roots football.
This poem is about my football days at school and remembering the friends I played with and the clubs I played for.

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