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James M Boyer Oct 2010
I love the way your eyes
Are what leads me to your heart
The way the night’s soul
Shines through stars
That were drowned out by the sun.

Kiss Beauty, Smile True.

Life’s light’s rising,
As mutual admirer’s innocently –
Become so intertwined
And words exchanged
Make dreams worth dreaming.

We pass the days with truthful lies
To ease the minds need
To let our hands feel this moment.

Breathe easily through lips –
That want to tell all the secrets
to the essence of your smile
But exhale CO2 & slight denial.

We’ll let the angels
-Slumber -
Just a little longer on the breeze
While strings of harpsichords rest silent
To make our travels
Worth the memories.
Written October 24, 2010.    Just a random piece to end the night.- From Through Our Hands We Speak From The Heart
James M Boyer Oct 2010
I'm here writing to you
from the blue lines of this page
let the white be my master
and a blank slate be my sage.
Give me the inspiration of a king
guiding not people, but a lonely pen
into the battle of this creation
where folie is my newest friend.

Lift the stones that block the way
on the corridors of my mind
so I no longer feel the effects
of the slowly passing time.
Draw a breath & ink the words
smoothly from left to write
cross out mistakes here & there
make sure everything's just right.

The imagination is a powder keg
that's waiting for ignition
spark the flint & let it light -
bringing the fire of ambition.
Life essence in its purest form
are rhymes written with love & fun
rhythms without giant egos
and verses free of tongue.
Written October 14, 2010- From Through Our Hands We Speak From The Heart
James M Boyer Sep 2010
The King gales giant orders
from my epic throne
I finally found the inspiration
let the horns be blown.
Bring my ***** and my wife
so they may see it too
colored just outside the lines
and the thought is purely true.
I'm the King to lead the dom
that's post the title pre my name
so I will lead them to the doom
of the dragon to be slain.
"Wing-ed beast & fire mouth
who's surely come from Hell
it's time to meet your fate
by the mighty hand of Eld
I've brought my fabled sword
pulled from the impossible stone
to pierce your chest right between -
the scales your heart calls home."

It truly was an epic battle
beyond any kind of comprehension
I stood before the knights of round
and commanded their attention.
Because in the end I stood the victor
over the abomination of the land
with my arm & sword held high
and dragons life essence on my hands.
Written September 17, 2010- From Through Our Hands We Speak From The Heart
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