Joe Holley Biography

For my life is all but my own creation.
I shed but not a single tear,
I breath with no sigh of fear.

Encased within memory, but there are no corners full of my shattered dreams,
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Alone a candle burns, with its heat and beauty.
Alone until the end, in which its light fades away.
Breathing like any being, flowing like any heart.
Alone in the darkness, the cold and lonely world.
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The moon, she lays soothing upon the clouds of the depressed, yet she, the moon thus looks happy. Even the blind could view upon her smiles, quilted in her golden shine. She shines for miles, its flight at night, unhindered by sadness thou lingered as tears fall from above, like bloodshed…

He, a lone figure, walks in wonder, thus he ponders what It must take to be her, the moon.
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Years count now of three as I miss thee, pain in cycle not missing me,
Such cruel that is, fate of that predicted in eyes of clarity.
Indecision of such deceitful prevision, it burns deep,
Succumb within filtered tears and hidden fears, such a lonesome sleep.
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Upon hills of the velvet meadow,
Shines a figure isolated within the twilight shadow.
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He who exists as a silent silhouette,
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