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So many friends,
Such a big family,
Never alone, surrounded
by people that care

Heart feels empty,
searching for more,
What ales my soul?
Why do I feel alone?

People to talk to,
caring friends who listen
Yet my heart yerns,
wanting something more

A soul is complicated,
mine no more so
What is it my heart?
Why are you so alone?

Day spent in company,
souls alike, adopted brothers
Yet my soul searches on,
my heart aches for better

I love my life, for blessed,
with the companionship,
with a bed, food, shelter,
a steady pay check

So what heart?
Tell me what is wrong
Why do we feel lonely?
I suffer not for comrades

Maybe it be another heart
a woman to hold in my arms.
Deep I know the time is wrong
for I leave this home for better ground.

Soon be it to our new home,
where our first love was born
Sadly forced apart, my heart,
and hers, our hands pried, detwined

Hold on heart, time is at hand,
when I will grant your desire
But even then, the search is dire,
for a quality she, is hard to find

This world is harsh, and so it be
that shes today, are untrusty souls
I know there are good women,
somewhere to be found.

These women hide from the wolves
Those that roam the land,
breaking the lamb’s heart
But I must find one, a good she

Heart of mine, up to the task?
Can you deal with the whores?
Those you must break before,
before your good she is found?

But even so, will this solve the empty?
Will a she be a cure for the lonely?
Only natural is this desire
Educated mind must beat the carnal

Think with the brain, not the urge
A woman good may be the answer
More will be needed before its over,
for loves beginning will eventually end

Then you may find yourself lonely again,
wondering if your good she is the best
The future must be thought out,
and then a plan layed at my feet

A lonely heart may be cured,
more then one need is certain
A good she is one, a solid life another
We have family my heart, pursue the others

This is an email I received probably about five years ago, give or take. I stumbled upon it in my email and remembered why I had saved it. I loved it. It is a great piece of writing, a great inspiration.

I did not write this. As it says, an Australian Dentist wrote this. But of course, I’m not even sure if it really was an Australian Dentist. This piece just says it was.

So enjoy,

Cuyler Callahan

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A nicely written piece… Written by an Australian Dentist…
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> >>>> To Kill an American or an Canadian
> >>>>
> >>>> You probably missed it in the rush of news last week, but there was
> >>>> actually a report that someone in Pakistan had published in a
> >>>> newspaper an offer of a reward to anyone who killed an American or
> >>>> Canadian, any American or Canadian.
> >>>> Read the rest of this entry »

I sat here, this Sunday evening, speculating on what to write about. I have a lot of content sitting on my computer, which I will slowly over time post on this site, but I need to post new stuff. I need to write right now, and keep my muse up. I thought of any experience I could write about. What is there from my life that I could write on? Do I want to write an essay, a thoughtful article, or a poem? What I wrote fit best into poetic form. It is a love story. It is my love story. About my last love and me, having to part ways. I think it is a good poem, and worth putting into words. I think it reads a little bumpy though. I was trying a new way to write the poem, with the last word in the first and last line of each stanza being the same. Either way, I still think it turned out well.

I hope you enjoy,

Cuyler Callahan

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A Sad Love Story

They met through friends
They fell much in love
They got along well
Never fight, forever friends

She came from far away
He, born of this land
She would have to leave
Both knew far far away

Faster time came unwanted,
for separate ways to part
A soldier, his land desired
Parting, they greatly unwanted.

One last night, together spent
His train then carried him away
Out of site, he cried tell sleep
Wiping her tears, she time spent

He called when duty allowed
when digging trenches seized
She happy to hear his voice,
wished together they be allowed

Both dreamed not to let go,
both knew it not possible
She from a far away country,
He a soldier, to chained to go

Slowly reality took hold
He barely, his grip let go
She away, let grasp slip
Dreams slowly off hold

She is cross ocean, home again
He is afar cross country land
Daily fleets she cross his mind
He has let go, It’ll never be again