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#Poetry #Poet Sands of Time

By Roger on June 11, 2012 | 3 Comments

This is a poem is for those who can’t read my QR Code Poetry. Hope you enjoy it.

Sands of Time

At last the day is done
Yet the world still has none
They can’t seem to find
What’s real or in the mind
For now they sow the field
Nothing is what they yield
For truth is in the know
Only for those who seek the flow
To fight the sands of time
Is like stepping on a mine
Only when you look to thee
Will you truly be free

Written by Roger Hoyt

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#Poem – Narrow Vision

By Roger on May 24, 2012 | 2 Comments

Narrow Vision

My world seems unreal.
Like it’s clouded in a veil.
Never knowing what’s around.
Moving so fast, until I hit the ground.
Turning to see what I fell upon.
My world now seems to be gone.
For there is nothing but my own two feet.
Clearly I’ve been beat.
Not by the world itself.
I just couldn’t see, what was on my own shelf.

Written by:

Roger Hoyt

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The Pounding – Poem – by Roger Hoyt

By Roger on February 23, 2012 | Leave a Comment

The Pounding

There is a disturbance in the force.
My mind isn’t running the normal course.
The head is pounding away.
I think my body is about to sway.
How can I even think?
When it hurts to just blink.
Is there no remedy for this?
Can I not find my peaceful bliss?
Perhaps a pill will suffice?
Day after day, I roll the dice.
Playing the game, but I’m alone.
I had it coming, should have known.
You can’t win every time.
The clock tics and the head does chime.

Written by:

Roger Hoyt

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Dance In The Rain

By Roger on February 17, 2012 | Leave a Comment

Dance In The Rain

I dance in the rain with thee.
For your mind and soul set me free.
Laughter and love on this night.
Together, we will not be fright.
Standing against the storm.
This is how love does form.
I cherish this moment for all time.
And hope I never turn into a lime.
For when that happens, all is lost.
Love is always the last to be tossed.
I will always remember you.
Even if it means, that I’ll turn blue.
Despite the fact, we’re worlds apart.
Only you can have my heart.

Written by:

Roger Hoyt

Rain

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Changing Winds Prevail – Poem – by Roger Hoyt

By Roger on February 16, 2012 | Leave a Comment

Changing Winds Prevail

The world around me is narrow and thin.
This is not something, I can easily win.
Chaos and the hectic abound in this wood.
Though I look around and see much good.
People are skeptic and thus they can’t see.
The world around them is already free.
From the lies and turmoil of their lives.
The passion and love, that’s what drives.
For they know the secret, from within.
That the thoughts have always been.
They strive for all they’ve done.
All you can think of is a pun.
Open your eyes, so you can see.
Change always starts within thee.

Written by:

Roger Hoyt

Change Your Life In 7 Days

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New Die Young – Haiku

By Roger on February 6, 2012 | Leave a Comment

The world is ending
Seasons of fall are burning
The New Will Die Young

Haiku – Written by: Roger Hoyt

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Back to Nature

By Roger on January 27, 2012 | Leave a Comment

Back to Nature

The world is not dull, for it sets the trend.
Oh, the message it is trying to send.
Storms rage as the Earth shakes the foundation.
Unwary passengers are at the station.
Unknowing of the events to come.
Or from whence they are from.

The stage is set for now.
Soon, the Earth will take a bow.
For even we do not listen.
Now we believe we have risen.

Shall we not walk away.
Live and learn in a new way.
Build the love and live in harmony.
For once, stop thinking about the money.
One day, we’ll wake up and see.
This is truly, what we wanted to be.

Written by

Roger Hoyt

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Why?

By Roger on January 23, 2012 | Leave a Comment

Why?

Why are we here?
It’s a question I’ve often pondered.
Many wonder if life has meaning at all.
No one’s ever came back to tell us otherwise.

Often we never get anywhere.
Many times too late, we’re already there.
Perhaps we have everything right here, or not.
Will we ever even know?

Life is truly a journey.
Why then does it feel as though I’m caged?
That I’m running in cirlces, going no where fast.
I see in others, what I see in myself.

Why then, do I not see this flower?
Even though, it’s right under my nose.
Struggling to reach the top, just to get a bit of light.
Only to fade away when winters frost comes.

Then I realize, that the meaning of life has always been here.
Right under my nose, just waiting to be seen.
To live, to grow, to die, to be reborn again.
Is it that simple?

Why did this not click before?
Just like the flower, growth takes time.
Time that there isn’t much of.
That is why we’re reborn again.
Until we learn what we need.

Written by:

Roger Hoyt

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Twisted Souls

By Roger on December 31, 2011 | 2 Comments

Twisted Souls

The world twist and turns.
Thus my soul surely burns.
Life leaves, yet is still there.
Nothing is ever really fair.
To hear the cries of a million strong.
No, it’s not something I did wrong.
They lash out at me.
When all I want is to be free.

Written by: Roger Hoyt

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The Fallen

By Roger on December 31, 2011 | Leave a Comment

The Fallen

Now I see with my own eyes.
Tears of the fallen, are many of cries.
Though sorrow they do feel.
Like the skin, it does peel.
Wine and moan, as they cover their face.
Struggling to climb back grace.
No one sees them, for they are shamed.
Their wild spirits, can not be tamed.

Written by: Roger Hoyt

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