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 Apr 2012 RyanMJenkins
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As you ponder your thoughts
Destiny dances in the shadows
And storms gather in the meadows
You can almost be sure that its a lie
With all life's trials and tribulations
Hopes and willful  manifestations
All that's left is you, a dancers fool

As you ponder your thoughts
Destiny dances in the shadows
All the plans, all the wonders won't do
Its never been up to me nor you
So let her ****** you And let her reveal
In path you might find It easy
Time stands still even after you find your fill
Its imperative, just face it
we all have to embrace it,
It is but only yours

As you ponder your thoughts
And destiny dances in the shadows
Make many mistakes
For laughters sake
Because whether you plan
Or whether you think u can
Its still not yours to decide
For no one has ever insulted destinies pride
Nor been successful at attempt.
 Apr 2012 RyanMJenkins
Jae Elle
interest piqued
breath fully swept
& a longing look to seal
the damages.
I took a long, hard drink
& watched the city swell and subside
I left everyone in my old world tonight

everyone except you

I filled myself with Samuel Adams
& the flavor of my newly altered daydreams
sailing the seven seas
with *** and songs and love
no longer ****** about the sand in my shoes

I'm too mad here, too bitter
I have to taste the summer air out where
your eyes shine the brightest
when no one is watching you but me
come sink under my covers
sink under my skin
where your words stop
is where my lips begin
breathe deep against your neck
& breathe in
I swear I could live forever
on your fingertips
all we have is only above the
surface of our flesh
& we are old and tired at our
tender ages


rest a while
for once



I'll wake you when its time
to run
for our lives
 Apr 2012 RyanMJenkins
Jae Elle
the air is like
heaven
today

if it weren't for the
deadly wind

but everything feels so
nice
almost like spring

I can stand in the
kitchen
& smile as I sip my
coffee

but even in these
instances
my heart still sinks
with invisible
misery
for no good reason

turn up the music
keep picking up the house
keep drinking coffee
keep smiling
rinse
repeat

please don't be afraid today
hey check my profile pic empty...pity...but shes there with me..around me..cuz she loves me...But selfish me...envy....cuz I dont have... what you have...No I own love...I know love...Cuz she shows love...But I don't have...what you have...stability...selfish me...Mind set hereditary...Blasphemy....That I can blame family... for faith less actions...of lonely contractions....Selfish me...lonely..cuz i dont have... what you have...unity...but we're together....forever...no doubt that i love her....mentaly...selfish me....
Call for the most fitting to love you
not one who whispers
in the garden of the sun
to bring showers of night
until day comes no more.
Come as a woman whose days
are filled with perspective
and dreams of golden skies
to quench her thirst
evermore.

If you must go into the forest
where you may not know
who sits and waits to chase the sun
always wait a minute
to see if they are weary.  
As whoever does not know
how to listen
for the clearest voice
that calls to begin the race
is the one who meets
all fury.

Sometimes you will hold all you thought lost
when you walk off
into the distance
with your heart beating
as if it has become boxed in.
Always remember
you have more than one night
to find what you think lost
so please do not cry
for what sleeps
within.

Outside of your window
there rages a fire
that is deeply satisfying
if you will open your door
you will no longer remember
your greatest disappointment.
Always call out to where there exists
all that you can find
inside of balance,
no time like the
present.
*For my daughter - Amber Nicole
Copyright ©2012 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm
Trees store memories of water,
drought, bad dream, is forgotten.
Love is a spring, ever remembered
hate decomposes to waste.
Each movement blissful dance,
every act, a prayer for good,
each deed a sacrifice for self-
to gain meaning, peace.
Attain the  rhythm to be sublime;
breath, is the key-
that opens the door,
to souls's fragrant garden.
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