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Sunset |
| SUNSET, sunset, burning bright In the beginning of the night, What immortal flame or ray Could catch the horizon's symmetry? In what distant land or skies Set the fire to my own eyes? On what clouds dare ye hold? To what extent is your fire bold? And what Goddess and what art Could .......... |
The Old Man Sleeps. |
| The old man sits. Relishing in the twilight. As the sun sets, casting shadows over the house. The screen door bangs loudly embracing the old man into its dusty interior Nothing inside but a bare bulb and radio But still the old man sits All hopes of humanity foreign to him No one around .......... |
An Autumn Day |
| ....... blues skies may keep frustrated tears at bay. the wooded trail, trees arched above, the flutter of quietly falling leaves. a fiery .......... |
Do you remember? |
| remember all those days we spent together, last summer? all those memories that we shared... do you remember the way you comforted me when i .......... |
Fall. |
| ....... the brightest palate crumple beneath your feet, a reminder of the stripping trees. sunshine fades into the trunk of kept memories. slowly, the .......... |
Fallen |
| Your eyes are daggers, My heart the target, Your lips are the trigger of a gun, I'm all alone in the empty world, My soul is longing to be undone. Silent thoughts and a sudden pause, A heart beat...slowing to a halt. A collision. A spark. A catastrophe. Then I fall into a .......... |
Miss Starlight |
| For cameras Miss Starlight poses Her smile comes out of chills People hurl at her black roses Filled with sharp venomous quills In velvety clothing, her clowning Is entirely performed Society decides when she is acting Into whom, she will nightly be transformed Inside she's .......... |
Peace |
| Once the sun goes down across the water, The course of sunlight makes it shimmer, Like beads of dew along a roses edge, Or inside the petal's wedge. As the sun descends from the earth, It casts a hue of deep pink full of mirth. Across the color painted sky, Stars shimmer as the rest of the .......... |
Please Adopt Me |
| i have no name, i have no home it's not my fault i was left to roam i cannot trace my family tree some don't want me without a pedigree i am unique, .......... |
The Poet's Work |
| A bard's work is such a joyous thing, to pit and pat and paw again. A kin to cat to hunt and prowl, in search of content, word and vowel. But like good labor reward is just, a message received,demands such trust. Interpretation ,subject to the reader's ear,yet present is the bard's fear. That .......... |
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