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Dakota Jan 2023
Love life
life will love you back

bringing up the past
lies
ended relationships

forgive and forget
bring up the new
for tomorrow

and the future
Dakota Jan 2023
Make
room
for the
end
or it will
F O R C E
its way
BETW    EEN
your
plans and bring
those
to
an early
end too
Dakota Apr 2022
Night has a certain kind of vibe
Pitch black
Oozing with death
Breathing
We want it stop
Keeping it from falling
Down into that grim phosphorescence
Like an umbrella
Falling
Into a current on the streets
The streets once paved in gold
Fractured by the crescendo of machinery
cracking
Fractured by them
Fractured by leaders of a corrupt nation
A corrupt kingdom for only the wealthy businessman
Again
And now in the dark the gold pavement is but only an artifact
Stumbling
Falling into the ashes
The ashes of a fallen nation
A nation once living in gold
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Dakota Feb 2022
War
War
How it rattles
You always ask

Monsters behind lines
Everybody is a casualty
Nobody is the same

Fighting over what’s wrong
In the most of the battle
Guns roaring
Helicopters patrolling
Tomorrow’s children shipped over still

Everybody knows
All the ways
Children play war
How fun it is

Only veterans know
The real struggle
Hiding in the bushes
Entire platoons down
Running in the jungle
influenced by photos of the Vietnam War
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Dakota Feb 2022
There once was a girl I fell in love.
I thought that our love was enough.
Low and behold she left me dry and fled into the sky.

Hair of silver and wings of gold, at least that is how I'm told.
She flew into the sky so bold,
even seven fold.

We could have been together even now four years later.
still no later did I truly fall,
did she start to leave my hall.
Into the blinding light of day that how she flew away.

Hair of silver wings of gold,
at least that is how I'm told.
She flew into the sky so bold,
even seven fold.

Her beauty is still untold,
diamond eyes and nothing sold.
Into the dark of night the moon interrupted her flight,

with hair of silver and wings of gold,
at least that is what I'm told.
She flew into the sky so bold,
even seven fold.

Onward and upward she did go even the clouds did so.
In a trail like a bridge,
the clouds formed into a ridge.
And blocked her path up above they tried,
and blocked her path they did.

Back down to earth she fell, right into my arms.
Oh how I wish to have a girl like that again.
Like a fallen angel lost on her way to heaven.
fixed into a stanza form
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Dakota Nov 2021
Night oh way…
All the night so to say!
And in the night, heaven’s to be day?
Way! All the day to be heaven’s I do say!

Into the night does he ride?
Into the ride might my flight.
Out into the open of hell!
This tyranny is but past the gates of hell,
Down into the depths all while we are told to be in heaven.
For how far to ride into this eternal night?
The nights in hell be twice long into blood.
Blood be it when spoken thy name.
Thy name be all but said into the gates,
Gates to be guarding heaven.
So is he to ride?

He is to ride tonight!
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Dakota Sep 2021
Most of us can remember our childhood.
Close our eyes and see our past.
Afraid it will slip away,
afraid we will forget.
Forget it all and we don't come from anywhere.
Everyone asks my fears and I always say the dark.
The dark isn't true.
My fears isn't the dark,
it's what's in it
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