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Dakota Lee Osan Mar 2011
No flower will know of my kiss,

    And no hand will know my touch-

    Together forever we soar.

    be only you

    that knows this much.
Dakota Lee Osan Mar 2011
Where would they be without the legions of lost thoughts and shattered dreams.

Where be the glory in battles won ,with all witness except thee .

Where be the wisdom in a tree, without first planting its seeds .

where be love without hate.

Where be innocence lie in a guilty state.

Where be resiliant hearts when first served one torn appart.

there be light shed in ebbing dark from tunnels of life. There be scars in some parts but here be where wisdom starts.  





(c) dlo 2011
Dakota Lee Osan Mar 2011
Where would they be without the legions of lost thoughts and shattered dreams.

Where be the glory in battles won ,with all witness except thee .

Where be the wisdom in a tree, without first planting its seeds .

where be love without hate.

Where be innocence lie in a guilty state.

Where be resiliant hearts when first served one torn appart.

there be light shed in ebbing dark from tunnels of life. There be scars in some parts but here be where wisdom starts.  





(c) dlo 2011
Dakota Lee Osan Jan 2011
Goodbye's are bitter,
more so mine.
Hello's are sweet,
until subside.
My friends are my ocean,
with bitter-sweet tides.
Some leave  hastily,
Hello, Goodbye.
(c) dlo 2011
Dakota Lee Osan Jan 2011
Hello sky,
please tell quietly,
how doesn't your beauty
match that of hers through my eyes?

Hello ocean.
please tell quietly,
how doesn't your volume
match that of mine
pertaining to the amount of love
I hold for her inside?

Hello asker,
I'll tell you quietly,
here in lies why -
she is an angel that fell from high
a beaming beckoning star
in your eye,
capturing your hearts ocean
&taking; it alive -
for she is the sole reason,
**You've survived.
(c) dlo 2011
Dakota Lee Osan Jan 2011
eskew to the pews of life

    Distorted thoughts of who is right

    What is day & what is night.

    How did these words come to write.

    lost in a yet unknown transit,

    timid to the facts, tender to the theory

    blind to the faith. Brain bound weary.

    Partially Un-chosen amongst two sides,

    I'd rather believe facts over a thing potentially lies

    here in lies the problem, how are we alive?

    But vastly bigger, how will we survive?

    declined lives of better living

    withheld opportunity,we wither and we die -

    try to stand, we're sat, we hurt and we cry

    Will we die with lost pride & no dignity inside,

    & Will we die uncertain of how life derived?

    please excuse the blunt words scribed

    I just wanna know how and why before life subsides.
(c) dlo 2011
Dakota Lee Osan Jan 2011
Golden hearts frolic on lilac hills

    rolling with the landscape, as does sunset on Mt. sill

    nothing invalid, nothing untrue

    prospects of no such thing as anything few.

    where blue thunder rolls in lilac hue.

    this place, far beyond anything anyone knew

    we seek silent frills on lilac hill

    where heavens eye shine not few, but all others too.

    made of love, no solitude.
(c) dlo 2011
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