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It flies amongst the stars.
Flashes for a moment.
Despite the left scars.
Holds a place close, yet far.

It carries the fallen.
From mistaken paths.
To reaches impossible.
And develops new plans.

It creates new countries.
Raises dead soldiers.
Stamps unsung heroes.
With a feeling of free.

Hear its silent sound.
Open up your eyes.
Place it in your heart.
Elevate from the ground.

It helps us climb.
Better than rope.
Do you see its shape?
It is hope.
Little by little I am drowning
inch by inch, bit by bit.

And little by little I am losing
every breath, every sigh.

Little does it matter what I say
what I do for you, to get little
attention from you.

This little thing I do
This little thought I have
means nothing to you.
No direction, dressed in distress
suppressed by excess of regret
expected infection, hard to digest
a left mess that's best to forget

projected wreck is yet to accept
object of the reflected effect
where defective breath has wept
I rest in the echo of my neglect
First there is the prep.
The roommate.
Wearing salmon colored pants.  
He has Shaggy from ****** Doo
On his left thigh.
The alcoholic.
She has a drinking problem.
She is in denial of her drinking problem.
She hangs out with the loners.
The loners.
Unkempt, unattractive and fat in all the wrong places.
The blond looks like Tom Petty.
The one with dark hair, glasses and braces
They live next door.
Living together but segregated. 
Wild cards.
All of us.

©Gambit '13
Let every person know  
that my heart is taken
  and my eyes can only gaze
   upon your sight,
My thoughts are filled with
fond memories of you
  and my tongue could only speak
   of my love's plight.

Let every person know
that without you my heart
  will cease to beat
    and my eyes are better off blind,
My hands would have lost its purpose
for they could not touch you
  and life would be
    so unkind.

Let every person know
that my love for you
  is without limit
   and that every breath of my life
    I dedicate to you,
My soul indeed
has found its mate
  a happy life together
   is what we shall create.
9.22.10

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