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That Song – by Eric Hall 06-09-09

Memories flood into my mind

Memories of all different kinds

Some I know, some I wish not

But these are the mem’ries that I’ve got

When I hear that song I see that door

To that room on the second floor

The room I was there all by myself

Seemingly set up on the shelf

I see me ride through town

Riding up hill and then down

I see my tears come down my cheek

As answers to uncertainty I seek

Memories flood into my mind

Memories of all different kinds

Some I know, some I wish not

But these are mem’ries that I’ve got

When I hear that song I see myself

My brother and I in our seat belts

Driving just us in the car

Not really going far

I see us talking, laughing too

About things done and things to do

I see our lives not really rushed

The brotherly love and the trust

Memories flood into my mind

Memories of all different kinds

Some I know, some I wish not

But these are mem’ries that I’ve got

When I hear that song I see

A young man thinking, that is me

I sit alone in the downstairs

My mind is going I don’t know where

We are here, my brother is there

I see my mom and father there

In that hospital somewhere else

I’m left, my siblings and my self

Memories flood into my mind

Memories of all different kinds

Some I know, some I wish not

But these are mem’ries that I’ve got

When I hear that song I see her there

This one girl that for her I used to care

But God had different plans for me

He changed both our life's plans you see

I see us there just us in love

Thinking that this was from above

But now we're parted; t'was for the best

In His plan just like all the rest

Memories flood into my mind

Memories of all different kinds

Some I know, some I wish not

But these are mem’ries that I’ve got

You Be the One – by Eric Hall (11-22-08)

I want you to be the one to capture my attention;

I want your gaze to be one that is my retention;

I want you to be the one who in I will confide;

I want you to be the one that I find by my side.

You are the one I want to be

The one who I always see,

And can say that you’re mine;

And I in turn am thine

You are the one I want to be

The one who always comes to me,

And I will go to you,

When I want to be there too.

I want your voice to be the one that I always hear;

I want your presence to be the one that I always feel near;

I want you to be the one who loves me wholly,

And I want you to be the one that I love fully.

You are the one I want to be

That one that means the world to me,

And can see you are there,

And that you truly care.

You are the one I want to be

The one that I love completely,

And know you love me;

Your love I can see.

I want your hand to be the one that I seek,

And the hand that lifts me when I am weak;

I want your love to uphold me consistent,

And my affection for you to be persistent.

You are the one I want to be;

You are the only one I see,

The only one I wish will be

Everything, and more, to me.

The Good Ole Days – by Eric Hall (11-19-08)

The “good old days” are long behind,

They’ve faded to the past;

But they still echo in my mind,

And there they’ll always last.

Memories of times gone by

Come every now and then;

That’s when I have to smile,

And thank God for all my friends.

Life or Death? – By Eric Hall (11-15-08)

The gun rests gently ‘gainst my head

And I know that in moments I could be dead

The tears run down my fearful face

As my heart builds upon it’s quickening pace

Thoughts of life run through my mind

Thoughts of every different kind

About joy, happiness, pain, and sorrow

About today, yesterday, and tomorrow

Of things I’ve done and wished I had

Of my siblings, and my mom and dad

Mem’ries of friends, both old and new

And memories of lost loved ones too

I never thought it’d end this way

I never thought I’d see this day

I had heard of this from the TV

I would never see this happ’ning to me

But then, the Bible flashes through

And verses that I once knew

And God’s love for me comes clear

Now, in this moment, standing here

I cry out loud for Him to save

I know that Him my sin forgave

I know that He alone is there

And know if no one else, He cares

The weapons lowers, as tears still run

I turn and I now see the gun

Then look toward heaven as I stand

And drop the pistol from my own hand

(Please note that I had no suicidal actions (or thoughts for that matter) in my life ever! Why I wrote this poem?….I have no idea…)

Poetry - by Eric Hall (11-08-08)

Keeping time
Making rhyme
It all can be such fun
But then again
Now and then
It seemingly can’t be done

Writing lines
Of different kinds
And making them as one
Clumping words
In tiny herds
As I said, can be fun

Hearing rhymes
Many times
Can give a little tickle
But making them
And shaping them
Can sometimes be a pickle

See just there
That can’t be fair
The last lines don’t quite rhyme
Though I suppose
It almost goes
I’ll maybe try harder next time

So there it be
Yes, poetry
Explained from my view
Yet Saying it
And displaying it
Is easier to say than to do

Dreams – by Eric Hall (11-08-08)

I’ve been to places very far

Whose names I do not know

I’m not even sure where they are

But I’ve been to them I know

I’ve seen things I’ve ne’er before

Laid eyes on in this world

But I’m sure they’re there, I’ve swore

Before me they unfurled

I’ve done things I ‘fore could not

Things impossible to me

These things I have not done a lot

Just now and then you see

All these question in my mind

Unanswered they may seem

However, all the answers I can find

Just look through all my dreams

Winter - by Eric Hall (11-08-08)

The snow falls,
The last geese call,
As to the south they pass;
The air chills,
The water stills,
And turns to icy glass.

The sun comes bright
And what a sight
The sun upon the trees
The ice-topped branch
A second glance
To take in what I see

The autumn fades
As in the glades
White powder tops the grass
All around
Upon the ground
Snow glistens as broken glass

The beauty shows
As it snows
And as the winter stays
Though it’s cold
Bleak I’m told
It’s beautiful anyway

Sleeping 101 – by Eric Hall (10-27-08)

I sit now in my final class, and I am getting sleepy
The professor talks about the paper, and I think it’s creepy
I look down at the text before me, and all becomes a blur
My mind is telling me to rest, and my body starts to concur

My head dips slightly, as I sit, and fight the coming nap
My friend beside me sees me now, and gives a little snap
I sit back up, and look once more, at the man who talks down front
But I find his topic boring – sorry, but I will be blunt

My head decides to tip once more, and rest comes on again
But again I’m thankful for the care of my next seat friend
He sees me drifting one more time, and gives a little nudge
I flinch, and feel a little pain, but I won’t hold a grudge

I focus now upon the prof as he continues to speak
Temptation to dream hits me again, and my defense is coming weak
I let me head bob yet again, and slowly start to fall
My friend takes out his phone, and my number tries to call

My phone goes off, and I bolt up, digging for my cell
I hope the teacher doesn’t hear, or whose phone cannot tell
I find it quick and turn if off, and I glance over at my friend
I’m thankful that he kept me up, but don't want that again

And yet again, I try to follow the slides the teacher uses
I try to convince myself I’m awake, but my body still refuses
My head flops down upon the desk, and makes a little thud
I catch a vague smirking sound, and know that it’s my bud

My mind drifts off to somewhere else, and I am now alone
I’m walking down a long, dirt road, or sitting now at home
Maybe I’m flying in a plane, or laying in the grass
My mind is anywhere by now, but it’s surely not in class