There is a place I know so well
with heat of passion in control.
A secret place within my shell,
next to the cinder of my soul.
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Let written verse allow thy inner soul
To slip inside the comfort of thy mind.
Decant such worldly ambit of control
And leave its empty cup of life behind.
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My life was governed by his mind and will
and I was at his mercy and command.
Like poetry composed with silver quill,
I fantasized that he would understand.
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Surprised and distracted, don’t be surprised,
agree when you’re told, pretend you agree.
Despised ‘cause you acted, you’ll be despised.
Free in a black and white world is not free.
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With a glass of wine and a roaring fire,
a cozy robe and an evening alone,
my journey begins, increasing desire
to enter the realm of places unknown.
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He has wakened from the sleep of his ascension
and he has loosed the awesome power of her hand.
He has given her full reign o’re his creation
and he has let her know that it has all been planned.
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Never had a name, never had a chance
Never did you fuss, never did you cry
Never learned to sing, never learned to dance
And never will I know the reason why
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Faced with the gambit of the queen;
shall I exchange a pawn and yield,
or plan ahead for moves unseen?
Squares eight by eight, the battle field.
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In blissful peace he watched his loving bride
and knew this was a moment he should keep.
Inspired thoughts as she lay by his side,
enchanted by the stillness of her sleep.
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The house was built with the mortar of verse,
stories were raised on foundations of rhyme,
on strength of structure we'd fondly converse,
we'd hammer the nails to meter in time.
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