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Up to the trees I go,
Further north where fresh water flows.
Travel preparations with my heart aching,
Home is where I’m free,
Left alone just to be.
Not in this gloomy place,
Not within this heat wave.
Like a pioneer,
I pack my bags,
Leaving behind the places I know,
In search of the places,
Where I’ll grow.
I’m on the road, making my way up to the mountains. Travel is good for the soul, you shouldn’t dwell in the same places for too long.
 Mar 17 Josh
Immortality
Your fire so bright,
it takes me in.
Your warmth so tender,
it burns me within.

Heard many warnings,
still I fall.
And I’d fall again,
no regrets.

For this is where I belong.
what the 'moth' said to the 'fire flames' when it asked not to fall.
 Dec 2024 Josh
Rob Rutledge
If i would meet a Genie
On a parched and dusty road,
Found down upon his luck
With wishes to be sold.
Well,
Just one,
If truth be told.
Rattling around the lamp
Unkempt, rusted, and old.

I would trade all my tomorrows
To take away your pain and sorrow.

So I turn out all my pockets,
Gifts of silver, lint and gold.
Promises of future earnings
Whatever I shall own.
Offers of the occult.
Blood, shadow and bone.
The sum of all my dreams,
The deed to my rugged soul.
 Dec 2024 Josh
Lynette
If I could take your pain away
And make your world all right
I'd give you silky kisses
And tuck you in at night

I'd sabotage the hurt inside
So you could feel my love
That pulses through my veins
And shines down from above

Your wounds would disappear
No longer to be felt
And you would bask in love's lush light
And make my starved heart melt

With every action, word, and deed
You'd blanket me in love
Warm and cozy we would be
Like a pair of woolen gloves

Our world would finally then be one
No more hurt to bear
And from our newfound freedom
This love we then could share
Written August 26, 2016
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