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Dear blog reader,

I feel like giving a book away... If you can tell me the first poem I posted on this blog I'll send you a free signed book!

- Find the poem
- Email me (marc_man_arts@yahoo.com)
- In the email: your name, name of the poem, which book (Created to Love, Journey, A Walk Through My Mind), and how you want to receive it (mailed, in person)!

Oh, if I don't get the email by Monday the deal is off! And I'm only giving two books away! Better hurry!

I hope it's you!!

Den

I Love You

I Love You

I love you and I love being in love w/ you
What I have said is nothing but true
The way you walk away
Those little games you play
The way you twist your lips
When you're mad, those hands post on your hips
I love you
I enjoy the moments of disagreement
And the make up treatment
The flowers and candy
Glasses of wine or even Brandy
The moments of silence we share
The look in your eyes, knowing you care
I love you
The random talks and conversations
The moments when we both need patience
But there are times I don't hold up my end
And its becoming a common trend
My actions don't match w/ my words
And I sense you kicking me to the curb

See I love love so much I may be incapable of love
I love the idea of love more than the person that's in love w/ me
So now you see
Why its hard for me to be with one
It may sound dumb
But its true
What am I to do?
When I'm really just in love w/ love

I Live Down Here...... Peace

April 10th a star was born, clap for em.... These two poems are for/about my late grandfather.. I miss him...

I Live Down Here

It will be three years in November
I can see him now laughing and standing tall in his entire splendor
I miss him everyday
To get him back what wouldn’t I pay
But God called him right?
To send him a message I need a lot of string and a big kite
Or maybe a spaceship flight
He’s living in the sky, higher
Still can’t understand why as I get wiser
Still remember a joke he told that never gets old over time
Put his big finger close to my face, makes me laugh every time
“I live down here, you live up there, come down and see me some time”
I would laugh so hard as he ran his finger from my forehead to my chin
Never on a kids face have you seen such a grin
He would then grab me and put me on his knee and say hold on
That is before I got too big and grown
He once told me I couldn’t drive or have a girl til I was 23 or 25
Man oh man I wish he was still alive
To see me graduate and make a beautiful women my wife
Or tell me more things about my dad, my dad wouldn’t like
Ah, I feel an empty space in my life
I miss him saying grace at our Thanksgiving feast
But I feel his presence every time a wind blows from the East
And he lives in me and I’ll never forget
And I know he’s up there in Jesus’ private tent
Big Homie take care of him for all time
Hey granddad, I live down here, you live up there, come down and see me some time….

Peace

I’m not there yet, but I feel at ease
Like a soft summer breeze
It’ll be four years exactly in November
The last thing I remember is him so slender
But as I think there was so much joy
Joy that started when I was a little boy
Memories that last forever
Like when he stepped on a frog, clever
I couldn’t quite handle the line and stand
He went in and grabbed the fish with bare hands
It’s hard not to see the tears in my father’s eyes
I lost a superhero in my eyes
I’m searching for a peace
Something that helps is that wind from the East
And Gods calming influence and words
Hearing the singing of the birds
I don’t have that peace quite yet
So I’ll fly around till I find the nest
Hope in Peace you rest

Through the Cracks

Through the Cracks

Sitting on the dock of the sea
Watching the sun set on me
A lite sprinkle starts to form
Off in the distance a storm
The sprinkles tap me on my head
On my shoulders
On my face
And vanishes with out a trace

Sitting on the dock of the bay
Thinking of my life in this way
She starts to sprinkle down on me
And just when my eyes are open to see
Her kiss taps me on my forehead
Her hands grace my shoulder
Her words place a smile on my face
Then she vanishes through the cracks of the dock with out a trace

Sitting on the dock of the ocean
The dock rocking to the waters motion
Staring her in her eye
With mine I say why
But she doesn't answer, just a smile
And all the while
The storm is here, raining down
And now she's no where to be found
I have this feeling of a monkey on my back
I just sat there and let her slip through the cracks

Open Book

Can't judge a book by its cover
So to get a better look I open her cover
From the intro I read beauty and intelligence
A sense of womanhood, a strong presence
The cover is a sight to see in itself
But open the book to obtain much more wealth
She is a page turner
And I'm a fast learner
Page after page I read about love
And that she needs a lil shove
Her heart shines as I read more
This book is far from a bore
This is how you fall in love with a book
Reading into and not going by the look
The cover just brings you in
So an inside beauty that matches outside beauty is a win win
I see a woman's growth
The rising & falling slope
Each year in life is a new chapter to write and read
Looking for a good book, brothers take heed
Her life reads like an open book
Be careful, her pages will have you hanging from a hook
To enjoy completely you have to read
You need to show interest and plant that seed
Or it'll get cut short like a weed
Cover to cover her open book breathes life
Nice