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cat
I'm the cat that gets the creme
i may look lost and disposed
until you feed me.
If you have your own cats,
despite giving me a name.
I upsurp them, half knowing i've done wrong.
I will leave and be feed by a doting  spinster,
just for effect.
 May 2018 Busbar Dancer
Presley
dad,

i look for you in all the boys i like.
it's not sick
it's not deranged.
it's the stimulus of a girl whose father was absent.
the security and comfort
you never gave me as a child.
i want him...
i need him
to protect me in all the ways you didn't.
i'm sewing the patches of my childhood
a little later than everyone else.
girls with "daddy issues" have a horrible stigma attached to them. it's not disgusting. it's natural.
You lived your life without fear
Nothing in this world could
Break your will to stay alive
Those shadows from the past
Have disappeared into the night .
Your nightmares took to flight
Now you sleep with pleasant  dreams.
Your enemy marched with heavy boots
Through the town and narrow streets
Their journey came to no avail
They missed you in your plight
To reach out for those greater heights
Their ghostly presence failed for sure
And went out like a flickering light .
Their guns of war lost their use
Their planes no longer in the sky
You are safe now sleeping full of hope
Shadows of the past now out of sight
Do not be afraid of those who **** the body but cannot **** the soul
Mathew 10:28.
Flattery is the machine
Which inflates balloons
Nineteen to the dozen
Yet all succumb
To the beat of the Heart
Genuine praises
Are the roses
Ever fragrant in the heart
Some old ,  odd thoughts
Not meant for here ,but better here than in my phone notes :)

When you help someone out of compassion ,you don't expect anything at all in return is what I feel :))
 May 2018 Busbar Dancer
Cheyenne
Soft rose lips brush blushed cheeks
Like the wind caresses the petals of a flower
Callused hands run over scarred legs
Memorizing every dip and peak
Grey eyes search hazel
Grey like the clouds that hide the moon
Grey like a weeping sky
Grey
But not grey like most love
No, this love was black and white
But with all the colors of the rainbow
This love was everything beautiful about a rainy day
This was love
 May 2018 Busbar Dancer
YUKTI
Come on all my common to important ones, get up the time is ripe
My crowned head tears are needed to wipe.

the time is ripe It's the time of Abendrot.
It can be wielded cause Sun is not set yet.

The sun of humanity,
the sky of dignity,
But the sunset is not so far.


Seated in the empty room andJust watching the hours tick by tick tock! tick tock!
This is not why we all are born by the almighty for.

I am your motherland, I always used to  remember my martyr spunky warriors,
That time I saw pain all over because of the foreign attack but deep in heart I felt saved cause my son is there as a barrier.

But my pulse has frozen when I see no Patriotism nowadays.
Ok Not for me but for your real and loved ones
get up, the time is already ripe!
Your comments are always appreciated.
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