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 Jun 2014 Karen Wyld
Joe Cole
I live for the love of the south country,my gently rolling downs



A glimpse of the sea through the pine trees, The sweet songs of the birds all arround



My heart belongs in the south country where I grew up as a child



Where I wandered the field and the forests and studied the things in the wild



My life is here in the south country, here I can sit and take note



I can then share my thoughts with my friends here and show them the words that I wrote



You can bury me here in the south country with a tree standing over my grave



I need no long drawn out service just a place that nature has made
 Jun 2014 Karen Wyld
Poetic T
Pollen is taken,
caressed gently by the wind,
Gentle seedling white.
 Jun 2014 Karen Wyld
Poetic T
You are like a moth, always
flying closer to love, but you
seem to always get burnt.

Your heart hurt so many times,
Don't fly so close, to that love
That only burns.

Look for the love that doesn't
burn bright, look for the one that is only
so bright, And let it get brighter.

Not hotter as the loves that burnt you
Before, A heart can only get burnt
So many times.
 Jun 2014 Karen Wyld
Poetic T
My eyes did strain through out our
days, I saw beauty as I looked at you
each day, the world was a little blurry
a little more each and everyday.

The day had come, for two hearts to
be one, I was to pick up my lenses,
But I thought marriage of the heart
comes first, you are my number one.

So the I do and you do came to pass,
a life as husband and wife, it was time
to see the world clear as day, I had tried
them on while you were away.

So I put them on, and turned around
to find a woman laughing at the choose
of speculates that I had chose.

''WHAT  YOU LAUGHING AT UGLY"

And her face did drop,

"I'M YOUR WIFE",

My mouth wide open my heart nearly stopped.

That was the day glasses showed me a world  
in crystal blue, I love my wife, but I do wish I'd
gotten my glasses before I said "I DO" we made
up, I did grovel and beg, said I was mad for the
upset she caused I said.
the first version was wrote in my 15minute work break, so I have rewrote parts and finished with this.
 Jun 2014 Karen Wyld
Poetic T
I will follow you down the rabbit hole,
To see what can be found, but it wasn't
The fairy tale we were told, it was the
Dark side never seen light under the ground.

The rabbit was late for his execution,
They chopped off his head, it did roll
Across the ground. But the people and
Animals, they did hunger for more, so
A stew was made and his watch was
Sold for gold.

The mad hatter did hide in shadows,
Offering tea to those unsuspecting few,
And once they were in a sleep, he did
Bury them alive under the ground. He
Did a jig, when it was near there last
Breath and did whisper to the earth do
Not worry you are not alone there are
Many flowers buried around.

I walked on shaking you see for I had
Witnessed a serial killer, spiked tea
Handed out.

I meet a queen dressed in red, she smiled
And said do not worry girl your not my
Type, as she showed me around, then a
Room opened jars were neatly displayed
All around. In each I did see a beating
Heart, she said to me these are those that
Betrayed my trust all that is left is there
Beating hearts.

I ran through the court yard I ran across
The bridge, what twisted nightmare had I
Fallen in. I saw a caterpillar smoking a pipe,
What's up little lady fancy a ****, I asked
What it was that had him chilled out so much,
He spoke that he smoked the mushrooms
Scattered about.

I asked what were the bones scattered about,
Some on other mushrooms, others scattered
On the floor around. He said the mushroom
Is good, but to relaxed to care about eating
And things, and with that he blew in my face
As my head hit the floor I was in outer space.

I woke with a fright as my dress was up, and
Breath I could feel as I looked under, nothing
I could see. Then a grin appeared, then a mouth,
Then this knotted looking cat appeared looking
Up my dress trying to lick me out. What are you
Doing I screamed out why fish I could smile as
It licked its lips I was damp and grossed out.

I booted it once and twice in the mouth, this
Is the last ***** you'll lick as my heel crushed
Its skull not smiling now.

I had entered a mad land, not a fairy tale but
A twisted version so true, as I had to find a
Way out, then the white queen did come to
My rescue, to her palace I hid out, sniff this
My dear, don't worry its just to relax you out,
A needle she pulled and injected her self, then
Blood  dripped from her nose and her mouth.

I screamed, she looked up and said I am the
white which, ******* is my power then
her heart gave out. needle in her arm blood
dripping on her gown of white, I ran out but
ran in to a wall and knocked my self out.

I woke again to find my self in my bed, was this
All a dream that world I thought about, then the
Friend I did follow came in to my room, I shouted
Out where were you when I feel In the hole, and
Then a knife did appear though his chest, as the
Mad hatter said you thought you could escape
No one is truly safe when they fall down into
The dark place deep under ground...
 Jun 2014 Karen Wyld
Trisha
"It was rather beautiful;
The way she put her insecurities to sleep,
And the way he dove into her eyes and starved
All the fears and tasted all the dreams,
She kept beneath her bones."
This quote is beautiful ansjajakallal;
 Jun 2014 Karen Wyld
JM
Coming close
 Jun 2014 Karen Wyld
JM
This now.

The milk of your skin,
punctuated by the midnight in
your hair,
pours over my open wounds
until you wash away my insides.

My guts, your home.

I never wanted you to
live without my blood on your hands
because, let's be honest,
your bruises make me hard
and my suffering soaks
your sheets.

This now,
I am the blade
that does not cut.
You are the bleeding moon
hiding in the shadows
of our ancient desires.

This now,
we **** each
other
to death.
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