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Though my mother was already two years dead
Dad kept her slippers warming by the gas,
put hot water bottles her side of the bed
and still went to renew her transport pass.
Watch out for power,
for its avalanche can bury you,
snow, snow, snow, smothering your mountain.
Once I am sure there's nothing going on
I step inside, letting the door thud shut.
Another church: matting, seats, and stone,
Can justice be delayed under any circumstances?
Numerous cases can be sighted for instances
Can that not be amounted as justice denied?
Well, conscious should always bite if it is laid
Again I am raging,
I am in such a state by your soul that every
bond you bind, I break, by your soul.
In the dour ages
Of drafty cells and draftier castles,
Of dragons breathing without the frame of fables,
Saint and king unfisted obstruction's knuckles
Looking through a window
where time had stopped
I see my mother calling
blue overhead blue underneath
the silent egg thinks
Speak of Love and hearts afire soft unlayered mysteries
Bewitching captured enraptured, joyous or tortured souls
On the path one takes in every life since guiless Eve
seduced trusting Adam and lost innocence was replaced
A bird lies deep in the depths of the rye
Among its tall grass, away from the eye,
Where the morn dew clinging to a leaf
Gazed down upon it, in disbelief.
The magic in me, is in you.
How determined are you to change this lifetime?
Are you gonna be the one with magic, the magic, or the one in disbelief?
And, here we are.
Again in anguish.
Despair and heartbreaking,
Now I am in disbelief. A love we had is now erased.
You had me wrapped up in an insane asylum of love. I'm still trying to find my way out of. I just have a hard time moving onward. In denying that your love is gone for. I'm lying to myself and living in a fantasy world that has you as my future gal. I was going to be Dad, and you Mom. I was going to be Grandpa, and you Grandma. We aren't what we were supposed to be. I had a wish to be yours, a wish to be the man you see. Now I am in disbelief. No more love for you and me. Now I am in disbelief.
Disbelief and hatred
This two hands of darkness
Have been pressing my throat
With black fingers
Some women are so fake
Their words you can't even believe or take,
From the top of their head to the tip of their toes
And truly sometimes God only knows.
A long strange trip it's been
In a state of suspended disbelief
For two score and seventeen
Years, a life time, that isn't brief!
It was a morning of heartfelt grief
The young woman of past good health
Fell ill, within days, her life was extinguished
Out of the blue, nobody knew from where
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