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A light left on in the dark of night,
A fight that rages on only deepening our plight,
Blind in the dark we find ourselves lost,
A war is fought but at what cost.
Simple things that keep us alive,
A shallow grave, our time arrives,
Bodies that never saw the light of day,
A debt not ours but it's we who pay.
Where can I go
Where no one would judge me,
Where I could be normal
Like I was in my dreams?

My thinking was "confused"
And no one knew why.
There was no escape from unwanted feelings,
No matter how hard I would try.

How could I go on living like this,
In a world where too many knew?
To ignore or even deny these thoughts
Was all I wanted to do.

What do I do if I don't understand. . .
Have an escape, or even a plan?
I can't just sit back and dream it away,
Not even at another's demand.

If there is a God up there in the sky
Why won't he take this burden of pain
So far out of sight I can't see it again?
Until then all I'll feel is shame.
i cannot write of you
for you are in the past
i am in the present
i have not hindsight
nor foresight
in my past you shall remain
worry not
for out futures are bound
to the same
ultimate
fate
Did you see the dandelion seed,
carry on the breeze?
a loving thought from me
Did you hear, I sang out your name
through the wind in the trees?
a loving song from me

Did you feel the rain, drop upon your skin
and the scent of summer leaves?
A loving kiss from me.
Did you sense the light around your head
a loving hug from me.

You will know my name in the silence among the stars
In the beating of the heart.............
Because I am light I could not ration this glory.
and the blissful sense of peace?
a loving hug from me.
This is originally a song of mine but I though the words befitting of a poem.
The sky puts on the darkening blue coat
held for it by a row of ancient trees;
you watch: and the lands grow distant in your sight,
one journeying to heaven, one that falls;

and leave you, not at home in either one,
not quite so still and dark as the darkened houses,
not calling to eternity with the passion of what becomes
a star each night, and rises;

and leave you (inexpressibly to unravel)
your life, with its immensity and fear,
so that, now bounded, now immeasurable,
it is alternately stone in you and star.
 Feb 2013 Jessy Sivilien
KC Hoye
I don't have a whole lot to give,
Most of what I had was taken,
I've broken part, what's left of my heart.
Just leave me this piece,
This place to breathe.
I've take it to heart,
I'm alone now.
I'm too far gone down the road,
Just wait...
That's your cue to take the pieces and run.
I'm left with this shell of my self.
Creaking hinges on a dusty shelf.
The parts I've given away,
Are the sum of my failures,
My biggest mistakes,
So take these pieces left of me and run away.
(c) KC Hoye 2010 cargohold.blogspot.com
Just do you
because you cant do me

be the difference in the soul of the world
but be humble by heart

I am who I am
and cant be another
you are who you are
dont try to change to be someone else
or like them

They are the sinners of the world
they pressure you to do wrong

we the people of the united states
have been tempted to **** steal and destroy

but let us not dwell on their mistakes
their temptaitions
let us win and overcome their devilish deeds

we shall come together
we shal be courageous and strong

we shall be victorious
but we can only conquer
if.
you just do you
 Feb 2013 Jessy Sivilien
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I shall dance into heaven,
With angels by my side
Ever and ever
I shall dance.

With that most final work
The heart may cease
But eternity begins.

Should sorrow creep from me?
No, I say.
For life broke me
Long before my own hand did.

Let me on my journey now
For gods call
And one step I take towards rapture.

What now is my most ardent desire?

I wish to be forgotten
Like a fallen leaf
The memory of wish
Is to be nothing but trampled upon.
My vision is like a kaleidoscope
Continually shifting as I awake
And peel my face from a cold tile floor.
My hands rest on a cold surface
Smooth as the glass bottle that put me there.
Porcelain.
As my vision spins I ease myself to my knees,
Remnants from the previous twelve hours
Spill from my mouth like pigeons
Fleeing from a running child.
The metallic taste of blood
Lingers on my tongue
The color red clings to the color white
It seems afraid of what will happen
If it lets go.
I try to piece together
How I got here.
Where is it that I am?
Why am I where I am?
I push myself to my feet
The kaleidoscope continues to vex my vision
It is then I realize where I am
I am in my home.
My brain attempts to spark memories from
The night before like flint trying to spark
A fire.
Still that fire refuses to burn.
I turn and look to the mirror for guidance
But I do not recognize the person I see.
This same mirror once showed me
A man that looked content
A man that looked happy
A man that looked clean
A man that had something to live for.
Now the mirror shows me a man
With blood vessels bursting in the whites of his eyes
With an unshaven face that could cut a welcoming hand
With nothing left under his transparent skin.
It is then I remember why I am here
He’s gone
He took too much and now
He’s gone.
I reach for the remnants
Of that smooth bottle upon the counter
And as I finish the final drops
I slide back to the smooth
Cold tile floor
The dancing of my vision stops.
And darkness takes its place once more.
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