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 Jun 2014 TheExpat
Trader Tim
Songs in the dark so close by
Creepy creatures calling each other
The water only knows why
Crawling toward one another
In evening time the frogs awake
Peaceful sounds from the dark
Frogs are out on the lake
Inspired by the numerous frogs out back.
 Jun 2014 TheExpat
Trader Tim
Blindfolded I look forward
To the blessings of death
Beyond my ignorance
There nothing left...
Vanity becomes you, oh Great One.
As silently,
your harem plots your demise.
 Jun 2014 TheExpat
Mike Hauser
if you've cried out all your tears
and you need to cry some more
i've been saving mine up for years
you can have all that i've stored

they may not be brand new
in fact most are second hand
some even slightly used
though they still will work the same

i didn't save them so i could lend them
i didn't save them for you to buy
i give them to you freely
to use anyway you need to cry
Oh come all you sinners
come knock at my door
and bring your sweet treasures
dark pleasures and more.

Come dwell in my darkness
and be who you'll be
For I have seen Heaven.
It wasn't for me.

So bind me with harp strings
and taste nectar sweet,
see my wings, now in tatters,
halo at my feet.

So I call to you sinners
please come, if you dare
to where pain leads to pleasure,
I'll wait for you there.
I sit and watch the sunrise,
as life unwanted 
courses through my veins.

Once I saw the joy in morning
It's quiet wonder would lift my eyes,
nature awakened by it's tender kiss
as I breathed it's sweet perfume.

I see no glory now
there is no song lilting gently on a breeze.
All birds have flown
only silence remains.

I will hang my heart on broken bough
to rot amongst the fading blossoms
and bow,prostrate before the coming storm.
Today weighed down with heavy heart
I walked through sunny streets
and came upon the mission
where you and I would meet.

Though years have passed
and paths have crossed
with others of our kind
there is one thing you told me
that lingers in my mind.

You said that you were happy
though you lived a roamers life
no roof, no cash, no shelter yours,
but with riches you were rife.
The park it was your garden
and friendly hearts your home,
a solitary street soldier
but you never felt alone.

I walked on past the mission
stinging tears mine eyes did burn
while on my lips there played a smile
and a promise to return.
Reality check complete.
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