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I climbed the ******* mountain peaks to meet you today.
I found the bleeding fog, and breathed it calmly.
The presence of time is almost as heavy
As your wishes are.
I tried to open your mind,
Please don't return the favor.

Your mind is a mess,
A maze,
Hard to understand.

And you're rocking,
In you're rocking chair.
You're wearing you shear whites,
Drinking your honey wine,
Praying to Mary like she's divine.

I'm in the misty peaks, stuck in a cove.
Up a tree, down below.
This place is not real, it cannot be.
Look around, get off your knees.

And you're rocking,
In you're rocking chair.
You're wearing you shear whites,
Drinking your honey wine,
Praying to Mary like she's divine.

You stand up, you point it out.
You look mad to me.
Crazy as could be.
Good god, hang up your hat.
Give it a rest, I'm not like that.

I am my hero, I am my compass.
I have my own eyes, don't **** my rights
Don't force me to follow,
What is unnatural.

And you're rocking,
In you're rocking chair.
You're wearing you shear whites,
Drinking your honey wine,
Praying to Mary like she's divine.

Your ***** is dead,
Your disciple is hung.
Your God is dead.
Stop beating your drum.
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You hang by my side.
Solid, powerful.
You don't lie.

You are true,
sharp and refined.
Every gleam and bump.
Found a reason over time.

You don't stray from me,
For a second in time.
I know you can be trusted.
You never lie.

Ever sway on my horse,
You plod along too.
That cougar, that bear,
It might feel you too.

You snap with a bite,
You bite with a force.
You grab what I ask.
You make it no more.

You are what I need,
In those moments I face.
Do you know what you are?
You are my saving grace.

The last breath might instead be the start.
Because you are the monster that will eat the heart.
You are called wicked, along with your kin.
But my dear Smith and Wesson, where do I begin?

Searing in my hand in the moment of truth,
You could save my life and maybe even two.
The thick strong horse, may carry me far.
But far is long, when his heart beats no more.

The idle men of cities forget these moments.
They say that your power is the devil for rent.
That with out you there would be no pain.
But if I lost you, what would save me when I drop a rein?

When the predator decides that he wants me.
My horse is not that loyal when he could flee.
On that hard ground that I am ******.
You quickly become my must.

Don't doubt your use,
Because the bones and ****** truth,
Finds you as my protector,
Above any other.
What am I supposed to do?
I want a life filled with you.
Mornings and evenings, twisted together.
Souls, melted in with each other.

But it feels like you're leaving,
Trying things with him.
I can't sit here and watch.
My feelings aren't that thin.

They are deep,
Throbbing things.
That pull and grab you in.
My feelings are intense,
They always have been.

My feelings need hope,
That there will be an "us",
I need to feel you close,
That's a must.

I feel a torrent of pain in my heart.
Everything is ripped wide apart.
Gutted, broken, stripped and cleaned.
I will put it back together piece by piece.

I can't have just part of you,
For the rest of my life.
Let's get this done,
Le'ts get this right.

Let's figure out how,
To fix your life,
To find all those pieces,
And end the plight.

We will fix it together.
I will send you back.
Use every breath,
To get it on track.

Here is my dedication,
To you, my love.
I will do what's right:
All of the above.

If you can't love him,
Please come back to me.
But he had you first,
That I can see.

If you fall in love with him,
I will move on.
Search for a different love,
If there even is one.

But I swear in my heart,
That if you change your mind,
I will be right here,
To with you, intertwine.

Let's get this done.
Let's get this right.
 Nov 2015 Cari Jane Leemaster
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I woke up this day
   and searched for you by my bedside.

I didn't find you there.

I found you in my chest--
   beating.
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I love you,


but not enough to ask you first
You are so much more

than this longing and this ache.

You are art in form.
I tell him that I can not love him
Because my heart is held prisoner
By the ribs that cage it
Excuses excuses ...
This is not a love poem.
That was not love I fell in.
Rose covered graves,
is it death that I'm smelling ?

Fate knocks on my door
and I don't bat an eye.
"Fate can't be ignored !"
well neither can I.

Winter spread across the world
as the days went by.
My men fled the lands
to catch the last of the tides.

Preachers deep in prayer,
seek refuge from the skies.
Monasteries abandoned
in pursuit of the tides.

Drowning in herself,
in service to her pride.
Not a law left unbroken
now show me one I can abide.

Mountains took shelter
where I chose to reside.
Born to the storms that
cast terror upon the tides.

The storms called my name
until I saw it in those eyes.
Disbelief had all but claimed
what I'd salvaged from the tides.
Noah.
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