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Joyce Feb 2016
I stand here in the cold.
With the wind in my face.
My hands in my pockets.
My feelings unvold.
So quiet so beautiful.
Morning light so
untouchable.
Breathing slow as
I'm ready to go.
Leaving this flow.
Wish I could stay.
Hope you will have
such a lovely day.
Joyce Feb 2016
At this hour I know it's to late.
For writing and thinking.
Being restless mind spinning.
Words keep on chasing.
Heartbeat is racing.
Controlling my breathing.
In bed so revealing.
I should be dreaming.
Under warm blanket
so appealing.
Eyes are almost closing.
I find myself dozing.
Sweet dreams
before I am sleeping.
  Feb 2016 Joyce
Traveler
Ode to those condemned
Whose hearts are marked with sin
Who craved the light that blinds
Those poor soul's tricked by mind

From towns too small move on
From the mount to high leap off
From the world so cruel
Where hypocrites rule
Change your name
And let your heart be lost


Ode to the Lost and Forgotten
Abandon and labeled as rotten
In their hearts disappear
In their rear view mirrors
Condemned to the low down trodden...
Re-posted to Dec 2016
Re to 02-18
Traveler Tim
Joyce Feb 2016
Remember the
last words I said.
They will haunt
you and wants to
get out of your head.
Screaming begging
pleading no more.
Scratching and fighting
laying on the floor.
Crying loud noise making.
Nobody can hear
you shouting.
In your mind you still
hear me saying.
Words of truth keeps
on playing.
Joyce Feb 2016
Tiny hands playful
newborn into the wide world
instantly pure love
Haiku # inspired by Finn, my little friend.
Joyce Feb 2016
Night silence awaits
cold hands rub numb fingers warm
clouds of breathing air
Haiku # So cold outside
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