Monthly Archives: September 2015

Dreams Keep

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After long last search
He’s found his day.
For so long in the lurch,
It’s now over, and glad to say.
After this; a rest required,
And looking forward to sleep,
His mind long since expired,
He’ll wait to drift off to his dreams keep.

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No More

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He was in the moment, and the moment is gone.
There in a place he doesn’t belong.
So much fighting outside rages,
But not yet set in histories pages.
The choice is his and his alone,
Will he watch quietly from his throne?
Or stand and act to save his land,
His home falls no more!  It stands!
This choice made him who he is now,
Here with sober mind and furrowed brow,
Regret is now longer required,
He forgets why, but these days have expired.
Now stepping forward with a new found hope,
He’ll see home again, with the wait he can cope.

Storms And Tides

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He found her lies
Between the sighs,
And indifferent ties,
And what she had left to buy.
Above, grey skies,
Below, bitter lives.
But he decides to try,
While confessing she cries,
Forgiveness of the lies.
Secrets she confides,
Trust rebuilt, refined.
In love they now abide,
Forever side by side,
Through the storm, through the tide.

A Deadly Book

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A forgotten day finds her,
She remains lost,
In a search for knowledge, sure
There is no cost.
At the end she finds,
There is such a price.
This is her mind
Unraveled with a slice.
This simple cut, a simple lie.
For not knowing sooner,
Darkened her eye,
Unknowingly doomed her.
Through the wrong eyes, one can be  turned ferral.
Such dangerous things as knowledge. Be careful!

Winter Escape

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Walking from the ice below,
In the winter I don’t know,
Where next I should go.
Bracing for the light of day,
There are those who might say:
“The night is more familiar. Stay.”
Familiar though it is, I,
Don’t wish to stay in this sky.
The years are many that I’ve tried,
To leave this place. Tomorrow is
My final effort and this:
One last flight for freedoms bliss.

The Burning House

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She was the one who was painted with ash,
Caught in the flames, she knows there’s no escape.
All the walls around her suddenly crash,
There is no worry, that with her she takes.
She doesn’t run. It’s she who set fire.
And now not caring if she lives or dies,
She walks outside as the flames expire.
Knowing he’s in there and dead, she won’t cry,
She’ll search the ashes looking for his ring,
He was the one to leave, now he’s to blame.
She must be certain with the dead he sings,
That he won’t rise and haunt her from the flames.
Sitting down on the curb, waiting for lights
Of red and blue to take and end her life.

Cold Morning

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On a cold morning,
Waiting for winters, ice cold
Breath to steal summer.