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ArC Jul 2018
Your my inspiration
the calling in the wild
a hunter a lioness
a beauty so majestic

You are why I exist
do not let me forget
the atmosphere the bliss
a beauty so majestic
She is why I write
ArC Jul 2018
I hear the call of an unexplainable type
a shroud of mystery surrounds it at night
The voyage is calling
The whisper at night
ArC Jun 2018
The truth is...I've always loved you,
I never meant to hurt you,
escape to foreign lands,
leave you in his hands.

The truth is...I new you find another,
hold your hand when there's thunder,
kiss you in your slumber,
love you like no other.

The truth is...I'm back home now,
and it still feels new,
like our love just grew,
I am you and we are two.
ArC May 2018
Do you hear that
You can hear the whistle as it crosses the plain
Do feel you that
You can feel the cool as it touches your face
Do you smell that
You can smell the joy that it brings
Do you see that
You can see the birds as it guides their wings
Do you taste that
You can taste the green as it brings the Spring
ArC Dec 2017
breathe
look around
the landscape is barren
no trees nor vegetation
no signs of civilization

desserted
you're alone
you're family and friends are gone
you're enemies have won
tho the war has just begun

run
they're coming
you hear them in the distance
you see it for an instant
but for you is no repentance

stop
it's over
you're mind gets to racing
now you start pacing
for your anxiety is winning
ArC Dec 2017
I am in search of something,
I ask my lord for answers.
I believe in destiny,
and that
some prayers go unanswered.

I get down on my knees,
for I am a beggar
and a sinner with special needs
to get me through this weather.

It seems like I am made to do special things
But my calling hasn't come
I pray to my lord for a breakthrough
But I shall wait for answer to come.
ArC Dec 2017
The little dancing butterfly
How high can you take me.
From the top of mountains
The stars shine bright,
Where will you take me.

The dreams of joy and wonder
The times we look beyond
The things we wish we would have said.

Oh little butterfly,
Wings made with beauty.
How I wish that I could fly
Where would you take me?
Just some early morning thinking
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