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the noblest thing
a friend can do,
the most honest thing
that will be true

to let your blind friend trip

so when you hold
their hand again
they'll know to trust you
there and then
Let them know to trust you as soon as the world betrays them
unlike other poets
the cool wind and trees distract me
I'm the kind of poet
who hears songbirds and feel misery

I write not in the woods and trees
nor do I write in the silence of nature
unlike poets who're poets unlike me
I prefer silence- in a room with a computer
in other woirds- i like stress
it keeps on my toes
and away from hoes-
on the spot
and away from thots
when you remember you were lonely
when you were first found,
even in winters -
you'll feel safe and sound

sometimes your own presence
is the only embrace you need
and in other's absence
you'll again never seek
for someone else
when you have yourself
to remember lost items
is to tempt yourself to find them again
- and to look at old pictures,
is to remind yourself of when...
of the times you hold dear
of the time you held fear

of the times you never
thought you would remember
but remember anyway
dear little princess-
may I ask your name?
to go and never know it
would be such a shame

little heart, little fighter
can you share your dreams?
a world of pastel color
or so it seems

little angel- don't fret
visions of nightmares and regret

just look and reach for love beyond the stars
oh bless her heart- a child's prayer against war
oh hear our prayers from afar
thou were not made
to weather the rain
thou were not made
to handle the pain

thou are just
an empty bowl,
to carry and test
the human soul
your body is the mech armor
made for the true warrior within
onyx hair, with eyes to match
-silver tongue and cast iron wit
wielded by one no other can match
deserving of the throne she sits
this mistress is a cruel one
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