Once all I had
were shades of May-
dreaming my way through
a blustery February winter's day
...
Tis vision draws it closer upon sight-
Now for each man to set his tired eyes so weak,
Upon treacherous evil, well contained fright,
Bellowing waves the call of names, Seek!
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When the dust begins to settle in say-
One hundred years from this very day.
Will you be at my side wrapped in eternity;
Or shall we stay soaked in uncertainty?
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Pages of a book read like love-
Twirl thru clover fields
upon heart shaped leaves
God created-
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A citrus sun rises
against the flaxen sands
Billowing waves of aqua
paint the pristine lands
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Carry me to a lush Irish countryside-
To dance a pas de deux, among flowers grown wild;
Soft, gentle rhythms, leaving pristine the painting below,
Carry me to wide open fields, to lie with mother nature.
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You are the original-
snake in the grass type
I can hear your
verbal poison even now
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Must be this life catching up with me
Tired of dodging bullets
Like cheap insults on the streets
Looking like death
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Life turns black and glossy,
and yet again the nightmares
paralyze my interrupted mind.
One tiny teaspoon of sanity
...
So the queen bee left the hive-
only to become a common worker bee;
at a small tawdry hive elsewhere,
buzzing gossip and providing a sting
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