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please take your
time with me,
please breathe
me in slowly.
 Apr 2015 witchy woman
martin
Don't approach a dog unknown to you
Holding out your hand, making eye contact
You may frighten him
Let him come to you

Don't write a poem uninspired
It won't work out
In good time
Let it come to you

Don't go out there seeking love
Like a child with a butterfly net
Live your life
Let it come to you
 Apr 2015 witchy woman
NV
i'm telling you.
the clouds were meant for the ground.
but they hung themselves.
 Apr 2015 witchy woman
GaryFairy
string along, string along
pull the twine you have me on
use my heart as your pawn
dragging me right into your con

string along, string along
play me like an old sweet song
string is weak, I am strong
I break away and now I'm gone
Awake once more
Upon moonlit shores,
The eclipse is
Suffocating,

Stood lost in thought
The star light is caught,
In nets of
Captivation.

Tracing lines in the sky
Wondering why,
We're objects of
Subjugation.

All just a lie,
Always a lie that
Justifies vindication
Up there,
in the lakes
where states of mind are refined
and all it takes is some
concentration,
relaxation and the definition
of peace is defined.

Years have passed since I sat by the mere or
Coniston water,
thought I ought to go back and see
what it all meant to me.

Up there in the lakes where the tourists take
photographs, where
the valleys echo with laughs and
Wordsworth spins in a grave,
I save my sanity on the hills, by a tarn,
where no harm can come to me
and peace is mine
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