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Lyn-Purcell Nov 2017
There is one thing people can learn from Halloween.
We live a a world where people are
tricked by the ones
they treated right.
Sad, but true.
Lyn-Purcell Nov 2017
How can I become a star if
I don't attempt to reach for them?

How can I be a champion if
I don't overcome the roars of battle?

How can I claim to be one of the light if
I don't raise from myself from shadow and blood?

How can I love purely if
I still have venom in my heart and eyes and voice?

How can I face death with a smile if
I deny myself the chance to truly live?



My body is marred by the scars of justice.

The air of the Earth has choked me with its
treachery from the minute I was born.

My eyes blinded by the desert dust of life;
lies and trails and heartache.

My blood will water my passion, my legacy,
which I have fought to create...tooth and nail.

I need to make it so.
I always wonder how I can do certain things in my life...the most important thing is to find a way to make it so.
Lyn-Purcell Oct 2017
Let me stay in a peaceful dwam
on my feather bed.
Soothed by the song of a thousand tears.
Half buried in embodied pillows
scented by pink lavenders, by
the warm flames licking and
dancing in the fireplace,
With a silver notebook
and a golden pen resting
by my side, my soft
wavy ringlets fall
around like
petals.
Lyn-Purcell Oct 2017
I think it's relevant to say
that Fire's a jealous element.
Think about what we associate fire with.

Passion.
Anger.
Hatred.
Love.
Lust.
Excitement.

All of which make us human and gives us
our daily fuel.
Fire is never as steady as water.
Fire can grow like earth but left unattended,
it will grow wild in its freedom
encasing all with singeing kisses...

Licking, eating....****** all that is
green with the touch of red.
Leaving nothing but black blankets
and smoky embers in the air.

Fire is much like a jealous lover.
Enraged that it can never be still
or freely grow without the manipulating
hands of man.
One kiss of freedom claws at the life around.
No different from us when we're pushed to
our limits.

When we met someone we like, there is a spark.
That spark becomes a flame when we fall in love.
And when life comes and hits us, it can become
wild.
And in that wildness, we lose our sense of self.



Fire is not a gentle master
Within our hearts and on the palm of our hands.
Nor is it, nor will it ever be
a gentle lover.
I've always been fascinated by fire. I wrote this while watching my aromatherapy burn.
Lyn-Purcell Oct 2017
Blood is our poetry
Soul is our music
Hearts has our passion
Minds are our guides

From the shadows, the Hiddens Ones lurk
Transient life that make a cause immortal
Poem I jotted down in my journal.
Lyn-Purcell Oct 2017
The magic of madness has been cast.
I'm being pulled apart by the seams,
stumbling upon the unfound door
of my flaming Wonderland.
Some doors aren't meant to be opened...
Lyn-Purcell Oct 2017
I hand
you my heart.
Basically giving to
you on a platter. And
what do people do with it?
in a society where artificial
is praised; the immoral and
cruel rule this world. And
in order to survive, I've
had to become cruel
because, let's face it
the world doesn't
like nor do nice.
Back on topic.
When I give
you my he-
art, I give
you all.
Not
H
A
L
F













So love the shadows that wraps my soul.
...Ain't it funny when you give someone your heart,
You become a sacrifice. All it takes is a knife to see
it through....
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