T.L. Toadvine

She searches for me
Through her memories
Through the years
Through the scraps of life
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Where is your Holy Ground?
Where is the creator within you?
Where are the places?
There are many in this world,
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I lived in the spirit world, for years
where the days had no name
walking a path into a timeless realm
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Elkhorn Creek's misty hand spreads out across the verdant fields of Greentree like a ghostly mother tucking her children to bed in the moonlight

Trees, to old to mention, and impossibly health, reign over the rolling landscape, like towers of time, rooted in the soil of Eden
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Disagreeable disposition
Disapproving growl
Nose up in your 'buisness'
And a one-eyed Satan scowl
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I have not always been
Nor will I always be

As I am right now
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I gotta shotgun sittin'
Inside of my door
And a hound dog on the porch
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You's 21
I's 19
When I first layed eyes upon you
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I ain't gonna chase your gutter wisdom
Your mere survival was a turtle crossing the highway miracle
You ARE: 'The King of Pain'
And I, the vain
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I have stumbled into this wilderness
This timeless void
Where no light
No friend
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Tomorrow, she dies
Just as she has every December
Since she left
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She loves you,
in ways she can barely comprehend
The way I wish she could love me
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Across the borderline
Without a plan
Whatever happened?
To the 20th Century Man
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Thank you for coming forward
Out of the shadows,
Thank you for taking a chance
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You're crazy whiskey wisdom
Never made no sense to me

Maybe it was the only way
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You can find me
After I'm gone
By following your heart
In some beautiful carefree way
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Work In Progress
Proceed With Caution
Some Assembly Required
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She waits... ..... impatiently
For the day
When I'm finally free
On my rusty horse
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There is a place
Quiet and serene

Where she sleeps
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You can put down your gun
You can put down your pen
Put down your microphone
friend
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