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marie-comeaux
American
Cats are of the night dogs are of the day when the docile lie asleep the prowess comes out to play When the shadows fall thick and darkness presses low there is a lingering urge that only the devious know It caresses softly then awakens from within a feeling which says, the game will soon begin Slowly each one emerges in the cover of the dark farewell to the white and clean get ready, on your mark In hordes they muster with shameless glee inside dank alleyways and on crooked streets With serpentine movement across grimy floors they tempt the innocent always offering something more They're bold and daring tossing bets up high they scoff at charity imposing their fiercest war cry Indulging in scandal they live for the night and must disband and scatter with the first morning light Their existence may be brief, blurred, and unknown their days spent in hiding from those who cast stones But despite the sadness they will never stoop to cry it is from being society's outcast that they draw their pride
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Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 10:20 AM UTC
To be of the Night
Hush I hear them now Whispers behind closed doors To secrecy all must bow Lie still to hear this folklore: There is a land far away Upheld by stories of old A place where none can stay Memories are like treasured gold It beckons all who hear its name They go to live, to learn, and to Be Ever-changing, never quite the same A visit to that land: Cheniere au Tigre To get there presents a riddle So far, so close, and conveniently remote Not by land or air, but somewhere in the middle One travels only by boat So close to the edge of forgotten Cheniere au Tigre waits In young minds stories are caught And in dreams, they create The land lives and breathes Inhales in, Exhales out Kept quiet by a blanket of leaves While waves gently soothe throughout Under its shady oaks Or among the wispy reeds Ancestral paths arise and evoke The past and her entities There is a magic of the air That stirs in each passerby To give a moment knelt in prayer Or to let out a small cry Through time it has stood Although battered and near lost As a symbol of that which is good To say: Do what you must Life takes us many places Some close and others too far to see Despite the journey and warm embraces None are as lovely as Cheniere au Tigre
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Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 9:41 AM UTC
Cheniere au Tigre
They said she'd never walk again That she'd never be the same To a wheelchair her world confined But my faith lies otherwise They said she'd never walk again But I know she'll do much more She'll dance and leap and sing And shout with endless joy They said she'd never walk again But boy were they wrong She's as lively as a mockingbird And sings even livelier songs They said she'd never walk again But I push them off with a shrug I dream at night and I see her Swinging, waltzing and doing the jitterbug They said she'd never walk again And swore it on their graves too But I swear now on the whole wide world Grandma: I Love You
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Dec 31, 2011
Dec 31, 2011 at 10:12 AM UTC
They Said She'd Never Walk Again
It’s with me now Like never before It makes not a sound But to secrecy I swore History I try to forget Forever haunts my soul Everyday, hidden secrets It’s what they don’t know I’m left to drown In cold and unforgiving stillness Sin has pushed me down Mercy has shown me no access Oh what’s to lose, That’s to give Internally abused Wanting not to live Attempt to rise an inch Expect to fall for eternity Making sure not to wince I hide away my security My future is unfolding Yesterday I denied Engraved in gold Is guilt I try to hide
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Oct 14, 2011
Oct 14, 2011 at 10:08 PM UTC
The Secret