In the Still of the Night
On the Top of the hill
As we Lie looking at the Sky
Awaiting a Comet to Pass By
My Mother told me a Tale

Back when Magic Waned
And the Machine age began
With sorrow for its passing
The last of the Elves set off for afar
Left for the sky, on the Elven Star

Machines had robbed the Minerals
And smoke destroyed the Herbs
And Poisons had ruined the Water
Precious Elements from Sacred Fire
No Longer Helped them heal the Earth

The night they left the legend says...
A Bright comet passed, By in the Sky
The Elven Ships Journey  on a Magic Tail
Leaving behind a Golden Age Now Pale
The Elven ship returns at 75 years to pass By

And this is our Only chance to see Elves in the Sky...JMF 3/10/2015

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Broken I have sung my song
Broken I have bean for so long
shattered by this signal thought
Would you miss me if I were gone?
True am I to my word
I will not forsake the world
I am not the girl I once was
Songs of beauty have lost the once loved
now and agene '
I will sing out a second
but, broken have I stayed
a dream that longs to fade

That a lover,
(Poets, prepare,)

Might reply to your
Heart's semantic blood,

As
Such:

Stop using the word
"Love" in your poems.

Just say what you
Mean.

Just say what you really
*..."mean.

What you mean.
When you

Write
"Love.""

I SEE
YES I SEE
I SEE THE WAY YOU LOOK
I SEE THE WAY YOU LOOK AT ME
TO MUCH
YES IT IS TO MUCH
YOUR TUCH
YOUR TUCH IS MY SIN
I TAKE IT AS I HAVE BEAN
BROKEN
NO I AM ALIVE
SADEND
BUT I WILL NOT FALL AGENE
BROKEN.....
            
                     IN PAIN........
                        
                                      NEVER THE SAME........

emotions scattered on a page;
manipulating letters to form
feelings.
in a world with so much to give,
all I could offer were words.

a beautiful soul like yours
deserves endless compassion.

love is honest.
love is kind.
love is patient.
love is everything I am not.

you've crept and crawled
into the deepest cavity
of my heart.
a baby bird nestled in
the comfort of their home.

words that flow like
freshwater down a stream
are all I could offer.
as I tried to be
the mama bird nestling
and caring, I realized I'd
only let you down.

many nights I lay awake,
with the trials and tribulations
fencing in my head.

you saw a beauty in me
I had lost sight of myself.
I saw a beauty in you
You never realized existed.

you are flawless.
a beautiful swan
resting and gliding
upon crystal clear water
that is life.

in every such way
you represent perfection.
a masterpiece discovered
by an unknown artist who is me.

you are fire;
sparks sparkling and
embers flashing.
mesmerizing every
gazer who glimpses.

you are marvelous and
you are radiant.

Friends are like
Moonlight
Showing you and guiding you
Down your path
And protecting you
From what's to come

Life is like a spider's web
Piece by piece
Thread by thread
We work so hard to get it right
It's pieces pure
It's tendrils tight
You've taught me how to see my web
Through different eyes of different sizes
And recognise it's clever guises for what they really are

The soggy smell
Is in the air
The clouds
Are cut by sun
All the trees
Are vivid green
And worms
Are on the run

Political system
Bred off disagreement
And those instigating change
Only do so out of hatred
People just regurgitate
Networked Ignorance
Align yourself
With the Great Jumbo
Or the all Knowing ***  
What a circus act

Clear off the bed
and come lie next to me
or lie with me
or crawl under these sheets
and die with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could get used to this

Clear out your mind
and sink down low with me
or get high with me
or hold my hand
and lose some time with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could get used to this

Clean up your act
and fall apart with me
or fall, apart from me
or fall, a part of me
and take some time to cry with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could get used to this

Clean out your car
and run away with me
or run to me
or put it in reverse
and go back to the start with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could get used to this

Cleanse your spirit
and embrace this pain with me
or brace for pain with me
or take a moment to put me back together
and just be with me, with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could still get used to this

She's a funeral you go to every day
Every day you work on your speech
and get the words to come out
just a little better
than the day before
And every day only one thing stays the same:
*You miss her