there was once a beautiful butterfly,
it would flutter its perfectly patterned,
wings high in the blue open sky.
every other butterfly would cry out,
...
in warm oblivious solitude,
night forever came,
fading vibrations dimmed,
our lives would never be the same.
...
The moon still shines like that of ages old,
holding distant secrets like a tale yet to be told,
The sun in all its blinding beauty continues to lend us its rays,
enriching us with memories of those blisfull youthspent days.
...
we are born,
we live
a little,
or a lot,
...
My dad used to say
Back in my distant day,
When we were teenagers
We were being trained to kill
...
And now the time has come my love
To end this wretched war of change
To cut these restricting choking reigns
To say the words enough is enough.
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Distanced by dreams,
of yesteryears life,
Days come and go,
like a waves short life.
...
Young enough still to hold my fathers
hands, we walked at my pace.
passing stalls selling stencils, crumpled
...
A broken battered bird
limp winged and misty eyed
Nestled itself in the bed
of the grass.
...
like prisoners finally freed,
the children flee from the school,
restrained minds, tied up tongues,
untied.
...