Amera Andersen

I opened the diary of her mind,
as this dark woman, came into my life
and I turned her pages only to find,
a tortured soul that is filled with strife.
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those who hope in the LORD
find strength he doth afford
He will renew their strength
taking them to any length
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The beauty of an instrument of death
Behold my kingdom, it is I who reigns
A blast of hot air emits from my breath
Arabian blood in my silver veins
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her beauty flourished watching her grow
but time has taken it’s toll
dead silence grows for the bleeding rose
yet a piece of her is left in my soul
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strolling the garden on a moonlit eve
petals dance at the caress of my skirt
mystic redolence in the evening breeze
draws my heart to the place of the black rose
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O Christmas Eve is such a treat
Forget the malls and things I dread
With Candy dreams and you my sweet
The time has come to go to bed
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The wall’s infernal and internal
The wall’s akin to doubts within
The wall is vernal and external
The wall within is your Berlin
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Ever since they took him away,
to fight that God forsaken war.
I daydream in our fields all day.
They took the man that I adore.
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Hearken my love and heed this letter well
For as you do the charm will surly last
Pow’rs that be have blessed my unholy spell
Unbreakable charm of magic I have cast
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Our bantam scow drifts aimlessly
And clouds rise up before her bow
We hold our course tenaciously
Not knowing how
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The nightmares crept in when I was asleep.
‘Twas the restless thoughts of my losing you;
you gave me a world I wanted to keep.
Then I dreamt it was gone; what I could do?
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Red are the flowers, where my garden grows
Red glossy lips for tasting sweet red wine
Red painted nails and pretty matching toes
Red is the color, making life divine
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Red Pencil
R ed pencil with magic flair
E nrichment while in school
D ancing red marks are everywhere
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O God hear an angels' prayer
If only man would learn to love
Forgive the sight of blinded men
The angels' prayer from far above
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No footprint left upon my heart,
nor piercing arrow, nor cupid’s dart.
No lover claims my soul by theft,
upon my heart, no footprint left.
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Come with me in the shadows, come
Way beyond the caravan way
Drum out the fear and hear the drum
Play minstrel play; play minstrel play
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I conjure thee O spirit light
Invoking thee O spirit bright
I bind your soul eternally
O spirit light I conjure thee
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Faith is the substance of things hoped for
the light of the Lord that opens the door
Reveling the light of heaven serene
the evidence of things not seen
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Now I can writ dees sonnets too
Wit all dat poem and rhymin stuff
Jus like that Shakespeare buckaroo
His masterpieces ain’t dat tough
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My teacher, my mentor, I love him so
Without him my music would not be the same
My teacher, my mentor, my maestro
The angel of music; he gave me that name
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