they say a song cannot be true
without an ear to hear
therefore courage cannot stand
...
through the sultry night
i begged for a puff of breeze
or one drop of rain
...
rules the follow not
is do can you thing best the
poetry write to
...
rich morning coffee
poured by her delicate hands
awakens my soul
...
a rose in still water
bathed crystalline crimson
soft as a dream
in a tomb of despair
...
clear your mind and i will find you
softly whisper i'm behind you
just relax and i will bind you
i'll invert you
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my truest love she is not mine
waits no more on a lover's key
broke moorings, rails, and shattered chains
her ghost ship sails an endless sea
...
the demon of Fear
is the cousin of Shame
cohorts with Cowardice,
searching for Blame
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Follow your dreams
into unbridled passion
grinding of life wears on body and tooth
...