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Earth's Star slipping down
beyond the horizon, wind
in my hair, blowing

cold prickles up and
down my skin; though desolate,
the stark beauty of

the sight strikes me to
my core, ignites my soul, and -
to myself - I think

I wish to Live
A gift for George Arkley, as promised!

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How much pain
Can one heart take
Burning battle scars

Every time
I don't hear your voice
I'm lost

How could I fall so far
Always afraid to kiss you
Now there's no you

Aimless and alone
Hell in my heart, an upheaval
Power of my being, without appeal

Granting you freedom
How could you still steal
The whole of me

Shadow of me, walking
Acknowledging the best of me
Stored deep inside of you

Everything else is hopeless
As no distance or time
Has murdered my love for you

Veins chocking, turning blue
As my heart walks about within you
Leaving me here dying, its true

Aimless and alone
Hell in my heart, an upheaval
Power of my being, without appeal
January 22, 2013
 Feb 2013 George Arkley
Shayla
Be careful with your heart boy,
Tiny Dancer's coming through.
She'll show you a good time,
But she won't fall in love with you.
She'll dance right through your life,
As if she's dancing to a song.
Don't attach - when summer ends,
Your Tiny Dancer will be gone.
Because her dance is one of freedom,
Always ending with a bow.
Don't ask her to stay or love you,
Tiny Dancers don't know how.
1706

When we have ceased to care
The Gift is given
For which we gave the Earth
And mortgaged Heaven
But so declined in worth
’Tis ignominy now
To look upon—
There's supposed to be a heaven upstairs
There's supposed to be a guardian angel for everyone
I guess mine's gone on a vacation
I guess she's been long gone

I talked to god about this
He said, don't worry about a thing
She'll be out till the winter lasts
But should be back by spring

I told him I didn't know if I could last that long
I've been doing my share of crying
I told him I needed a sign of some kind
Coz i'm sure as hell not fine

My friends don't talk to me anymore
They've even stopped saying, 'Hi'
And I'm standing there, waving like a fool
Waving my happiness goodbye

Even home isn't different
The loneliness still persists
Here I am pouring my heart out
Not even sure if the ones I call friends
Will read this

Well, enough about me
How've you been?
Must have been keeping busy
To forget the world you once created

I'm sure you didn't do it on purpose
You thought you'd be back in the blink of an eye
You kept to your promise and came back in time
Just to find everything's changed
Everything's changed...
 Feb 2013 George Arkley
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Only Angel


Don't you run away;
You're running from your only saviour
Don't you know you're looking into the eyes
Of the only angel on your road?

This is the only time;
You gotta find your light on your way
You're never, no, you're never...
Never gonna find another angel on your road.

Baby, don't you know you're turning away from the Light
You're never gonna have this chance no more
Don't you know you're looking into the eyes
Oh G-d, you gotta move that bad from your door!

Don't you turn away;
Don't you go on spitting
In the face of an angel
Never gonna find another angel in your road


Refrain (spoken):

May the Light shine in any dark corner of your heart
And banish all negative, weak thoughts.

May your steps still be ever-so gentle
On the sometimes tricky path of life.

Seek not always activity to stop the gaps
They are the breathing spaces meant for peace and inner dwelling.

Water your little flowers on the arid plain of Life
For I see them blossom in your eyes.

It's hard to fix a broken road
So step out and carve out a new way.

Feel. Really feel the pain and chase it not.
It is not the foe, just a momentary spot of too-bright light.

The real enemy sits in your midst
Lingers on your fears and blots out your sun.....

It is thought.
Too much of it can **** a man!

Mind you keep the untame drivel well clear of your heart
Lest you wish a choking visit.

Be real with yourself
And be kinder to your spirit.

Battle not too sore with the winds
As your silver light shows you the way to a purer, clearer life.

May the stars of tranquil dawn usher calm
And soothe your battered soul.

Ask not for obstacles to be removed
They are for learning and teaching; progress.

Pray instead for safety, health and dignity
And hang onto that necklace of peace.

True amity is such that having never yet met
We can embrace in kindred spirit.

Have the heart to welcome a stranded soul
And spare anyone lame excuses.

Lessons await you patiently
Neglect none; accept or pay dear.

Take time to discover yet....the REAL you.
Enlightenment is tough work!

Peace to you, dear friend.



(Dedicated to Esme Ruth)





By Star Toucher, 31 January 2013
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"
We walk with a shake and a stir,
Continue to glance and flirt,
Sing me until I weep,
Then stare my doubt to sleep,
I held your promised words,
You held me til' it hurt,
Filled hearts until ours pour,
And we'll never ask for more.

You know I feel I could die,
And that would be just fine...
A note for you before I part for Detroit.
I scrawled love all over a piece of paper,
Then tore it apart,
In the darkness of my mind I still hate her,

But then there’s my heart,
Foolish and forgiving,
For falling and for living,
To be complete it needs another part,
Another heart,
Calling out with a drum and another puppet.

Your boundaries are breached by my hateful heart,
So while I scrawl love all over the paper,
My mind knows I want to break her.

I scrawled words all over a piece of paper,
But couldn’t understand,
So i stop thinking and just let the hate stir,

The flames of anger fanned,
Poisonous and spiteful,
Forgetful yet regretful,
To be healed it needs to impart,
Pain on another heart,
Despairing to turn sinner to sinned.
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