so when I laughed at death
she was angry
I guess she thought a grim
...
No more her poems capture me,
within a spellbound dream,
no more to send me soaring high,
to lands I've never seen.
...
I found the mountaintop
and saw eternity
I swam from the riptide
...
it is so easily said
and yet so hard to hold
not like the fairy tale
that we were often told
...
there is a stairway only I can climb
without a light in darkness and alone
although I know that peace is waiting there
beyond a gate that must remain unknown
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I will pretend fear can't exist
for heroes hide in fog and mist
the bloody wars and genocide
...
a seraph spoke to me
in riddles to confuse
I was already lost
so she did not amuse
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having found forgiveness I banish guilt
forgiveness being a state of mind
where regret meets consolation
in epiphany
...
I want to go back to the getaway shack
hidden away far from the town
and if I could go where the blackwaters flow
I'd wait for the sun to go down
...
The comfort of silence is a blessing.
The world is filled with noise.
Voices hiss and prattle
like wind in the pines,
...