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Aaron Combs Jul 1
R iver of silver blues, like a catch I found you, all the way here.
O h, how perfect your personality & painting,
- but how shortly & beautifully, you appeared.
M emories after memories, from cruise ships to eatery,
A nd like a good scenery, I remember your paintings,
N ever, have I felt so smitten by the accidents of life, but
A lso said so well, like a graven image of time,
    - "These are why moments are made so precious & divine."
An Accident Meeting The Lady of Brasov - hope you are well
Aaron Combs Jun 22
In the summer night, below the sunshine,
I met you darling, here, and all of your friends.

And like you're golden earring, you became my energy
the whisper to my night, the sparkle in the ocean deep.
And when we waited for the morning song of the sunlight,
from this time on, you became a part of Romania to me.

For below the skylit ocean, in Varme Vece
between the purple, red, and blue stars, and you.
In all the colors of the blue, I want you to
Remember America golden skies when I leave.

So in the "Glo"of the clubs, or light and fame
of another day when you lead in therapy,
and when you restore the might of the weak,
Or between the wine and dine, and good games,

in the same way, my dear, you know you can find meaning
From these summer nights or darker days -
from a broken heart, you also can be mended - you do know.  

So when you struggle and trying to find the words to say,
When you yourself feel lower than the ocean sand,
you can trace these memories, and search for my hands,
and fall in line and feel warm and safe in these summer days.
Aaron Combs May 2
There's oceans, a thousand oceans,
above Venus and the moons,
swimming in the constellations.

The shield that protects you and me.

So dance closely, count the stars,
for upon our red rooftop,  
you can see the oceans in the sky
that covers the Brazilian seashore;

   Resting and healing the soul of the green earth.

For like your wedding ring,
let me hold you close.
 Within the quiet broken night,
you can feel an oceans of memories


hold my hand, then let my voice unlock creation,
Echoing and speaking the languages
of your dreams and desires,  for how I do love you.  

Now see the moonlight's rule over the stars,
speaking pictures of grace into the quiet night.

In such a way the power of the moonlight stands like a king, thus I will listen,
open and unlock the waves of your dreams.
a newer rendition
Aaron Combs Feb 15
By the thousand roses near Carroll Street,
I feel our eyes can meet, like a moissanite memory.

So let’s turn our jokes into dreams,
Oh, what are you doing to me?
I miss you, I miss you so,  
What are you doing to me?

Like the Marie Moonlight, I will lift you
high like the moon White Panda sky,
like prayers of fire, I'll hold you tight.

And when you graduate,
people will cheer your name, my dear, 
 and your name will never fade,
Yet when you come back to fear,
you can take  my hand, and dance,
feel alive once again.

For like the womb of the morning,
whether seventeen troubles or three,
In time the skies will set everything free -
Just like your candle wishes on April week.

And in the summer and your healing hands,  
I'll dance with you like a moissanite memory.
Dedicated to ....
Aaron Combs Jun 2020
This, this song I made you, let it pierce your heart,
like the silver moon earrings, close your eyes,

Let me hold you on high.
Let me hold you on high.

Like the Kansas fields that outnumber the stars,
let's walk on the wheat fields of gold, for even
if I can't forgive you, my heart will freely love you.

Over and over,

like red Georgia Peaches,  like Florida Beaches,
wave after wave, I’ll show you a new song,
So we can be one again,  let it all sweep you away.  
For the diamonds at dusk, are waiting for us.

For like the Chicago sunrise, let the power of it's sunrise,
sing you back to life, until you are alive and washed by dreams.

Embrace me, hold on, like a California dream, pretend it's just me,
like the ring on your finger, let this be,
let this be, a time between you and me.

For if you harden your heart, lets go back to one,
let me be like your silver moon earrings,

let me hold you on high.
let me hold you on high.
Aaron Combs Mar 2020
Of a cold harlots stare,
No time to fill but curses to bear..
Shadowing the weakness that drains us,
Overpowered by the dust and lust...
Fragmented in fury, corrupted in cold seasons,
Absent of glory
Far from life's reason...
We writhe on the scabs we've carved,
Licking wounds and mummyfying empty ****** wombs...
Inhauling, death-sent horror shards,
To embrace an ever carcass lit tomb....
Your surrogate songs caress,
Tender tunes to ripen flesh harness.
In these ruins I bleed our tunes..
The **** in sunshine ruined in rhythms,
Deflowerd by the moon's bloom
Ever harking blind. .
Bonded by lost time.
In magic moments the reality was shattered.
Battered by the show man's climb..
Forgotten, the waste and withered, clown fragment chimes.
Fool for the blood pool
Expendable **** tool,
Skinless in shadows beneath a Jester's rule...
I wear the cloth your disgrace has benighted me..
by Mark Davis
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