Julian Takali Poems

Plenty a' sort of folk stroll the lands
Many different kinds of faces maketh man
Plenty of manners, shoes, hands
Many, very many, some small, some grand
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Fleeting through the open sky
Flutter do my wings robust
Fly oh fly, do I
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The cool facade of the distant cabin
Pretty and slick as the night
Wallows far behind the wrinkled trees
Out of reach, out of sight
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Though the harsh winter winds gust by
Leaving us blue as the frost painted sky

Though we wince at the whips of crystals
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Slick, sly with her silky dark hair
Always around never not there
Her smug grin dressed in skirts of mint
Velvet tops strapped to her pale skin
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Waves of the calm, cool, cold loom from behind the mountains
Bleeding in and around the rigid, rocky rough flesh of the valley
The ugly frost flows freely
From the tall tired trees
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Let the dark unto me, let it slice me apart
Have them singe my skin, have them flame my heart
Do before me eyes gash your eyes in deep
So you wont have to clean any tears as I sleep
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Be the thunder among the clouds
Be the light amidst the dark
Oh, see through times of gloom
Just as I see shine in your heart
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Dont write pretty girls poetry
Dont risk a word
Dont, young son
If you dont want hurt
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Rings my ear Columbines past
Coy cut by evil
Echoed the halls shards of glass
Evil bleeds deceitful
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