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A quiet place,
To lay melody;
Creating a soothful trace,
Of ancient remedies.
Here spirits shall dance,
I, rejoicing,
In a collective trance.
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From:Common Oversights By The Common People
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In my Colorful spree,
Of streaming imagination,
Sailing winds and seas,
Staying clear of resignation,
A storm beyond belief,
Strikes me,
Br..
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Now a days,
Glaring on pearly whites,
When a time far away,
They cared for comradery in the night.
Shiny plastic smiles,
Go away for awhile.
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A Stamp, Of What Seems To Be Love:
A Fiery being wraps its tentacles,
Around his frail, tepid neck,
Oxygen he once knew,
Ceases .
Perspective..
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Pen And Page For Verse:
Pen And Page For Verse
I call to thee
Strike Me,
With coarse words,
And revive imagination,
Once more.
Paint your s..
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You Say Mystic:
You say mystic,
As if higher than thee,
Where would the light be,
Without your eyes to see?
November Day Mask:
Quiet, co..
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Rapture is not followed
As water has no path
The air in your fish bowl
May seem hollow
However, there is a world
Full
Beyond the reflective..
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With eyes closed and clear sight
I let wind softly caress and carry soul
Spreading arms for flight
Swinging and swaying light
Dancing like embers..
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