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I fled on wings of starlit hue
across the golden sky
Up into the beyond I flew
watching my dreams go by

Shadows echoed love lost dreams
as memories of my past
Obscuring visions of my trust
all characters I knew last

The love that I so longed for
the beauty that I would need
Said live life as emotion
set forth by a holy creed

In battered rags of ancient might
my god sat on his throne
Viewing me in tortured sight
turning my sins to stone

My life passed on its silent way
asking of him just why
For now it's gone and left of me
I know what it's like to die

Tate
Original version with music and photos
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For Biff whose smile lit the world and whose loss set the sun to grieving.
the shadows of evening
cast their extended long brows
down the east facing slopes
eating up the light
The rose of love withered on the vine
In lifeless disposition it remains
The sugar of joy's elation did decline
Bewailing sorrows sing in sad refrains
No recapturing of past gleefulness
Her petals died they browned to dark
There would ne'er again be happiness
The rose's heart minus a loving spark
Without the touch of fondness on its bloom
The rose lost color and faded away
All those wonderful days lie in dead gloom
Sombre the vine of love is this very day
As dusk turns to the dawning of closeness
Reflect on the rose's place in darkness
Oh so fragrant the air was tasted
when first our souls did meet
Wafting on to the fading night
spoke of smells so ever sweet


Emotions so bare and open
fearing no more of the night
Say come back again and again
stay with me till morning light


Thirst overpowers my senses
with promises of love each day
Saying to drink of your fountain
swearing you'll show me the way


So short the time we have to be
oh what shall I do with mine
Give of my heart to another
or simply drink of the wine


I'll trust in you my happiness
life seldom gives but just one turn
while knowing so well the danger
I still wish to live, love and learn

Tate

Original version with music
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Sometimes love is in the first sight! This was written for Rebecca. Seldom do the paths of dreams and reality meet .Rebecca is one of those.
 May 2014 Cailey Weaver
marina
i want to be
allowed to
kiss the
tips of your
fingers and
trace your
collarbones
with my
tongue
i'm just waiting for you to ask me to
something as simple
as a peck on the nose
can make my heart melt,
your soft pink lips
pressing against the
tip of my nose,
it’s a warm feeling
the sort of feeling
that completely changes
my mood, the way you
smile afterwards, pulling
me into your warm embrace,
the faint smell of you,
a scent crossed between
the mint of your breath and your cologne
a smell that’s so comforting,
a smell that is my home,
here in your arms is where
i feel warm and safe,
it’s odd how something
as simple as a peck to
the tip of my nose
can set me off and make
my head spin
 Apr 2014 Cailey Weaver
M
"I want you to meet the guy I'm dating
He's trans- don't tell mom and dad"
Well, *******.
you plan to introduce him to a man who won't call him a him
Or respect his wishes
who will behave rudely unnecessarily
and a woman who will instinctively think there is something wrong
with his personality
that he can't 'just be satisfied with what he was born with'
and will think there's something wrong, abnormal, weird, gross
I hope he's a good guy
and I hope my parents grow a couple more tolerant bones
Before they meet him
because I'm scared for you and him
and I hope it'll be alright.
a rumor is circulating in gardening circles
on the continent of England
the said rumor has traveled along a long vine
to the down under land

we the vegetable growers of Brisbane
are very disturbed about what we've heard
to us the rumor sounds rather absurd

we've taken it upon ourselves
to send a letter to the British Garden Society
asking them if the rumor has any propriety

sometimes a story
can be misrepresented
especially when the details of it
aren't correctly presented
we're seeking clarification
from those who have the right oil
as to whether the rumor
has any truth in the soil

this is the rumor that has been doing the rounds
and it relates to the High Grove grounds
a Yorkshire man who was sight seeing there
has said that he saw Charles the regal heir
talking to the garden slugs and snails
whilst walking amid the lettuce and kale
we know that his highness loves chatting to the trees
and he's often spoken to the earthworms and bees

we're totally confounded to hear of him
talking to garden pests
and we're hoping of this behavior
the Prince will soon divest
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