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Where art thou?
To be torn apart such as we
I am hurting for you
You are hurting for me

A winter's stormy day
Called out for you in the night
The wolves surrounded us
You have gone missing

My Lioness so fierce and bold
Bleeding out on the broken cold
I lie beside you, feel frail and old
Hold my hand I swear I won't give up!
Missing someone I love...
Living in the shadows
Coming out at night
Working your way to the shallows
But only when out of sight

Crawling through the corridors
I see people near
They are all foreigners
But they will never know Im here

This is my land
No one must see
It's pathetic but its grand
And it belongs to me

Collecting every treasure
And every memory
I do this for pleasure
And to create some thing extraordinary

I'm alone so solemnly
But only if every one knew
They strike up my curiosity
And inspire me to create too

This is my land
No one must see
It's pathetic but its grand
And it belongs to me

One day it will be time
To stop being disconnected
I hope for it to be sublime
I want to show them how much of me they have effected

I will one day come out of the dark
And show off every thing for people to see
I will try and make my mark
And show them what they mean to me

This is my land
But I want you to see
It's pathetic but its grand
I hope it means as much to you as it does to me
vanish as the whispered words
fly barren into the
cherry blossom horizon
sanguine  the sun rises
cautioned by florid
lone limbs bared by breezes
the token
leaves left barely hanging
alone
as if they were better off
For years they shared similar
Goals and dreams
Then a crossroads
Upon the horizon
Brought them to a halt
Choices were made
And paths diverged
Once united, now divided
Though moments
Shine with laughter and joy
Swiftly, storm clouds
Of disdain and contempt
Can color the air
As choices made are ridiculed
A delicate balance exists
That teeters rhythmically
One minute, camaraderie prevails
Stirring feelings of love
The next moment, despair rules
Planting seeds of rage
How I miss the one,
But hate the other…

Kelly Rose
© December 29, 2016
 Dec 2016 Pauline Morris
Traveler
There's a sick muse
On my back
On the blind side
Of my matter of fact
The hatter, the victim
The stabber in back
There's a sick muse
So cut me some slack

There's a sick muse
That never knew love
I fed it, I felt it
I held it above
There's a sick muse
Who only knows pain
Sooner or latter
   It all slips away...
Traveler Tim
Sick Muse is a song by Metric
One of my favorite bands
out of the darkness
emerged a lamplighter
shedding his bright glow
Gene was flat topped , honest and old school
Not one for shootin' the bull
He woke up everyday at four in the morning off to twist gas pipe for a living
Sometimes lame , but rugged and independent , he'd say your either making money or spending it* ...
Copyright December 29 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
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